On the official road in late spring, a carriage with a green curtain was running over the newly paved gravel road. A copper bell hung on the shaft of the carriage jingled with the bumps. The two bay-red horses pulling the carriage puffed out white air, and their tails swept through the newly sprouted wild roses on the roadside. Through the gap in Xiang Fei's bamboo curtain, one could see that the car was covered with Suzhou embroidery cushions, and there was a box of uneaten red bayberries placed in the corner.
Concept: No palace fights, no house fights, just boiled water.