On the only road leading to Nanjiang.
Madame Qian and her entourage had waited so long that the flowers had all withered.
Especially Madame Qian, who was so irritated, her mouth was full of ulcers.
No one else was faring much better, truly unable to eat or sleep, and they started to feel resentment towards Madame Qian.
If only they had known not to follow Madame Qian's plan to put Yun Jinnian in a difficult position, they wouldn't be in this situation now.
It was already mid-July, but they saw no one.
"Madame, do you really think Miss Yun the Fourth will pass by here?"
Madame Qian swallowed, "She should, I guess!"
Madame Qian wasn't the only one uncertain; everyone was.
And they regretted it deeply.
That night, it finally rained, bringing a slight coolness. Yun Jinnian leaned against the carriage wall, reading by the light of an oil lamp.
Shi Jiayu was sewing clothes on the side.
Hemei and Henuan were learning from her.
