In Yangzhou in March, pear blossoms beat the snow.
Wen Fu walked in a hurry, and when he reached the corner of the alley, he was stopped by someone.
"Madam, there is no need to hide anymore. Your Majesty has arrived in Yangzhou and is waiting for you in the car."
There was a car with a black top and eight treasures hanging down in gold parked in the alley. There was someone in the car leaning against the window, wearing black clothes and a jade crown, with ancient eyebrows, looking calmly into her eyes.
Under the bright white sun, Wen Fu felt dizzy, and the nightmare from four years ago quickly enveloped his body.
"You have found the wrong person. I am not a lady. I... The little girl at home is still waiting."
The servant looked humble: "I guess the lady doesn't want the Lord to come and invite me in person."
Hearing this, Wen Fu's body trembled, his feet felt like lead, and he walked towards the car step by step.
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance