Fang Yunxiu shouted after her, but Fang Jinxiu had disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
A young servant boy was waiting at the side entrance with a horse. Fang Jinxiu nimbly mounted the horse and sped away. Fang Yunxiu was helpless to stop her.
Fang Jinxiu learned to ride horses when she was young. The sisters, since they had to operate the family business, could not just sit at home all day. Inevitably, there would be one that had to travel outside.
It was hard work to travel outside. You had to show your face in public in wind and frost, rain and snow. A girl raised like a boy. Fang Jinxiu scrambled to learn horsemanship when she was just seven or eight years old; at that time, even boys might not have started learning yet, but she toughened up and learned it.
Fang Yunxiu stood outside the side entrance, anxious and distressed.
