In the tea house where she had once met her father, a street-side window was wide open, with Yan Beichen sitting inside, staring unblinkingly at the carriage.
His gaze pierced through the gauze curtains, meeting Yun Jiao's eyes.
Yun Jiao stared at him for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and gave him the middle finger.
If it weren't for Yan Beichen, she could be living with her father and brother now, instead of residing at the Duke Mansion.
Even though she's now engaged and everyone treats her with utmost respect, she is, after all, living under someone else's roof, lacking freedom.
And she wouldn't need to be accompanied by so many guards every time she goes out; even breathing fresh air has become a luxury now.
The only consolation is that Yan Beichen has lost his hidden forces, while she has a large number of guards, making it difficult for Yan Beichen to act against her for now.
