Miss Jun did not close the curtains for the entire trip. The little servant girl was still frightened by the memory of the hanging, so she obediently listened to Miss Jun and rested.
They hadn’t been far from Beiliu Town when they started to travel on the official road. As they got closer to Yangcheng, there were more people passing by the carriage. They hadn’t even entered Yangcheng when they felt that it was quite busy already.
Ze Prefecture, Yangcheng.
Sadly, Miss Jun had never been to the northern stronghold and was unfamiliar with the surrounding area. Everything north of the capital was a mystery to her. She had only seen drawings and letters of it.
The North was very open-minded in their social practices. It was not inappropriate for a girl like her to open the carriage curtains. Occasionally, people on the road would glance at her, and she would gracefully return the look for a moment.
