Miss Wang, also known as Wang Yuan, belongs to a family in town that is somewhat wealthy, not extremely strict in their discipline, which is how she developed such a carefree nature.
After getting off the carriage, she pulled Mingshu by the hand towards the steps, turned her head back and lowered her voice, her tone excited, "Believe me, that young master is really good-looking! No, everyone in this temple is attractive!"
Mingshu nodded in agreement, her gaze sweeping around the area.
The stairs were flanked by lush ancient trees, casting a serene and silent atmosphere.
Climbing the steps, the towering temple-like structure stood imposingly, with an occasional muffled bell tolling, adding a touch of mystery and grandeur.
There were many worshipers coming and going, among them, quite a few young women walking together.
Mingshu took careful note, suddenly catching a glimpse of a familiar figure in the crowd.
