"What did you say?"
Jiang Yi's captivating eyes slightly narrowed, a cold light flashing from the slits. Illuminated by the carriage's lights, the woman's pretty face bore the usual sternness and disdain.
Jiang Shouzhong spoke solemnly, "I'm just curious."
The woman stared coldly at him, her face suddenly breaking into a smile as if ice and snow had melted in an instant.
"Do you want me?"
Jiang Yi lazily leaned against the wall of the carriage, her eyes curved like crescents. The hazy, intoxicating look in her eyes was reminiscent of drunkenness, her voice exceptionally soft yet sending shivers down one's spine, "If Master Jiang fancies this old yellow-faced woman of mine, feel free to take me away."
