Zhao Xi and Song Yuanbao fell silent, and Xue Yinhuan also quieted down.
This was a carriage hastily arranged, not spacious, with no extra seat for Xue Yinhuan, and naturally, no one would give her their seat. She maintained her previous squatting posture, occasionally glancing outside.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly in such a state.
Disliking the overly silent atmosphere, Song Yuanbao took the initiative to speak, "Miss Xue, who have you offended?"
"I don't know." Someone spoke, and most of the tension in Xue Yinhuan's heart dissipated, "Earlier, I was fine with my aunt; we had just parted when I ran into those ruffians. I only ended up on your carriage due to having nowhere else to escape."
As if afraid Zhao Xi wouldn't believe her, she paused and continued explaining, "I honestly didn't know His Highness would leave the palace beforehand, much less that this very carriage belonged to His Highness."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xi gave her a slight glance.
