The first year of Zheng Yuan, the first month.
The ice and snow had just begun to melt, yet the chill lingered.
A beauty, in splendid attire and on an ornate saddle, rode her horse leisurely by the water.
Wherever her gaze landed, it seemed to be on floating ice on the water's surface, but upon closer inspection, there was no such ice.
With the wedding imminent, she shouldn't have come out to enjoy the spring.
But who could stop Miss Tang?
The attendants could sense that Miss Tang was restless, so they quietly followed her, heads down.
The servants gathered like clouds, yet there was a deathly silence.
Even their footsteps were absorbed into the soft, muddy grass by the water, making them barely noticeable.
Because of this silence, Tang Jiaojiao suddenly heard unusual sounds coming from the sparse forest by the roadside.
Whimpering noises, accompanied by the indistinct laughter of men, and shadows flickered within the forest.
