Zhongli Ting gripped her fingers tightly.
Her fingertips tensed, and it was only then that Ruhuahua managed to steady her fluttering heart. Fortunately, hidden behind her veil, her agitation was invisible to others. She assumed the posture of a frail, sickly woman, allowing herself to be softly supported by Zhongli Ting as she stepped down from the carriage.
Just as she was bending to exit, Hua Yichao—who seemed to have finished his business—was leading his men as they rode back toward the city.
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