Gao Dazhuang looked toward Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxin's brows slightly lifted, intrigued, then she nodded: "Keep it, and make sure to see a doctor when injured."
Only then did Gao Dazhuang reach out to accept the silver.
The woman immediately revealed a radiant smile, bowing slightly toward Yang Ruxin: "We shall meet again." Then she put on her hood and walked slowly toward the carriage at the door.
Yang Ruxin watched the departing carriage, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Miss Yang, are you alright?" Fa Qingyang then approached.
Yang Ruxin shifted her gaze back: "What could possibly be wrong with me?"
"That woman..." Fa Qingyang's brow furrowed.
"Bewitching Technique, that's all." Yang Ruxin laughed, "It's effective on you men, but not on me." Saying this, she turned to look at everyone, "All return to your places."
Everyone sighed in relief.
Yet Yang Ruxin once again glanced at Chunchun, scaring her into quickly scurrying back to her room with her head down.
