Zhang Qi hadn't driven a carriage today. He wore a worn-out blue cotton jacket and trousers, and now he was being yanked around until his face was red and his neck bulged, constantly trying to talk his way out of it.
She dragged him by the ear for several steps before suddenly letting go and shoving him forward.
Zhang Qi stumbled two steps and nearly sprawled on the ground. After finally regaining his balance, he clutched his ear and sucked in sharp breaths.
The woman stood at the entrance with her hands on her hips, one foot on the threshold. She raised her voice and shouted:
"Get lost! If I see you here again, I'll have someone break your legs!"
Her furious yell was so loud and powerful that half the street heard every word.
Zhang Qi hunched his shoulders and didn't dare talk back. He could only put on an awkward smile and prepare to slip away, when suddenly a sharp pop came from upstairs across the street. A window swung open.
A woman in her twenties leaned out, resting against the window frame. She held a round fan in one hand and waved it lazily.
She was alluring, with a hint of flirtation in the corners of her eyes and the arch of her brows. Now, a mocking smile tugged at her lips as she gazed down below.
"Well now~"
Drawing out her words, she spoke at an unhurried pace. "Mother Liu, what a fearsome display! It's just a young messenger who ate a couple of your pastries. Was there any need to make such a fuss? The whole street can hear you. Anyone who didn't know better might think you were some female constable from the yamen."
Her voice was gentle and unhurried, but her every word