"Princess Consort, we've arrived," Ziyi's voice came from outside.
After Chu Baihan put on her veil, she lifted the curtain and stepped down.
She didn't need anyone to help her, her movements were brisk.
Although she had deliberately dressed down, wearing simple and elegant clothes with only a single hairpin, and still bore an unhealed scar on her forehead, her eyes, like pools of water, along with her cold and lonesome aura, still attracted many glances.
Ignoring these stares, Chu Baihan looked up at the signboard in front of her—Qianling Pavilion.
This was one of the shops her mother had left in the capital city.
She picked up the hem of her dress and walked in slowly.
The shop was large, but quiet, with only a shopkeeper, who was kindly and elderly, with white hair and beard.
"Madam, are you here to buy medicine? We don't have much, but you can tell me what you need. If I don't have it, I'll think of something," he said politely.
