The wheels rolled on, aiming to reach the station before nightfall, even the midday meal was taken inside the carriage.
If even the esteemed nobility could endure it, how could those pampered noble sons and delicately raised ladies dare to complain?
Fortunately, the carriage was lined with thick mattresses, smoothing out the journey without much jostling.
Cui Rong sulked, aggrievedly completing the homework assigned by Cui Yun. She occasionally picked at the tea table, then, from time to time, drifted into a daze.
In contrast, Shen Hua sat nearby. A book of embroidery technique lay on the mat, and she nibbled on fresh fruits leisurely.
But her thoughts had long since drifted thousands of miles away.
Cui Yun curled his index finger, tapping on the tea table.
Cui Rong hurriedly turned to her problems.
While Cui Yun was supervising Cui Rong, he noticed the girl's distraction. Yet before he could inquire, Shen Hua leaned closer.
