Huai Pawnshop was as quiet as ever.
Yu Qinghan sat quietly behind the counter, a storybook in her jade-like hands, her eyes fixed on it with utmost concentration.
Whenever she reached an exciting part, her phoenix eyes curved, and the corners of her lips could not help but lift slightly.
As she read, she wondered curiously how those scholars could write such melodramatic, bizarre endings.
How could a human and a ghost possibly fall in love? Still, the writing was excellent enough to pass the time.
Yu Qinghan was absorbed in her book.
Yet she failed to notice that a glazed carriage had already arrived by the street, guarded by six soldiers.
A woman lifted her skirts and stepped down from the carriage. When she saw the sign reading "Huai Pawnshop" not far away, she nodded and turned to instruct the six soldiers:
"How about you go wait for me at the inn first? Standing around here would only get in the way."
"But Commandery Princess, your safety—"
The woman in the ru skirt waved her hand lightly. "Don't worry. Do you not trust my sister's cultivation? With her here, no one can touch me."
The six soldiers exchanged glances, then bowed their heads. "As you command."
They then led the carriage away.
The woman in the ru skirt walked forward with a beaming smile, clearly brimming with excitement as she hurried over.
When she saw that familiar face before her, she could not help calling out:
"Sister, I came to see you!"
Hearing her voice, Yu Qinghan looked up. When she saw who it was, surprise appeared on her face.
"Xiang Yun? Why are you here?"
Yu Qinghan's eyes were clearly filled with surprise at the sight of her.
The graceful woman before her was Pei Xiangyun, the beloved