The tears of the red candle fell on the brass candlestick in front of Babu's bed, condensing into an ugly wax stain.
Shen Yutang's nails dug deeply into his palms, and he grasped the cold half of the jade in his sleeves through a thin layer of fabric.
The sedan suddenly sank and stopped.
There was no music, no joy, just the heavy breathing of the bearers and the sound of the white flags blown by the wind outside the sedan.
This is the Zhenbei General's Mansion.
Through the gap in the red silk hijab, she saw a pair of soap boots parked in front of the sedan, and then the sedan curtain was opened by a calloused hand.
A smell mixed with herbs, incense ash and some kind of old musty smell came to the nostrils, dissipating the remaining life in the small space in the sedan.
"New Madam, please get off the sedan." An old and stiff female voice sounded, without any emotion.
Shen Yutang calmed down, hid her sister's jade jewelery deeper in her sleeve, supported a maid's arm, and slowly walked off the sedan.
