Yi Shaohan did not depart immediately; instead, she changed into modest attire before heading out.
The sun was scorching, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Noticing this, the elderly man driving the ox cart, swayed by the three-mao fare she had paid, kindly offered her a straw hat. "My old lady uses it, but don't mind that."
"Not at all." Yi Shaohan put it on, her gaze falling on the sparse shrubs receding along the side of the road. She asked, appearing nonchalant: "Sir, have you ever heard of a man named Feng He?"
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