Tang Jin this time wasn't carried away.
She just followed beside the young man.
Her little yellow bag was on her back, and with one tiny hand, she adjusted her big tiger hat.
Her fair cheeks shone through with a pinkish hue, and her delicate lips were lightly pursed; her face was serious and intent, not at all like that of a child her age, as if she were grappling with some grave matter—after getting the hat just right, inside and out, she secured it on her tiny head.
Little Bun was too young and quite conspicuous.
Which caused many people around to turn their gazes toward her.
Yu Xia glanced over as well, but aside from letting her eyes linger a moment longer on Ye Changan, she truly didn't care about whatever person Sanqing Taoist Temple had sent.
People flattering her had changed, yet the substance remained the same.
Not until everyone was in the carriage.
