Han Jinyue did not return to the inn afterward. Instead, she was sent to her own residence, a gift from Zhang Huang'er.
The carriage rolled along slowly. Only now did Han Jinyue have the mental energy to retrace everything that had just happened.
The first half of today's events had been perfectly normal, but in the latter half, the gossip Zhang Huang'er displayed, along with her final remarks—Han Jinyue could even detect the faintest trace of envy for the life in her hometown, and a hint of jealousy.
Though those emotions were faint, they were somewhat abnormal coming from Zhang Huang'er.
Having inherited Han Yue's identity from the game, she knew just how resolute her own "young lady" was. Zhang Huang'er had revealed her edge when she was barely a teenager. Though she had kept a low profile and lived in luxury these past years, that certainly did not mean Zhang Huang'er's mind had regressed.
If Zhang Huang'er had merely been in her teens or twenties, then perhaps hearing of an entirely new world might have stirred her emotions and even kindled longing within her.
But Zhang Huang'er was nearly thirty now. She had long since ceased to be an innocent young girl.
Could someone who bore the realm as its mother, the head of the greatest intelligence organization under heaven, the one who controlled this world's largest shadowy underbelly—a figure practically like the Son of Night—actually envy, even feel jealousy over, the life of some foreign land?!
Something felt deeply wrong to her. Very, very wrong.
"Where exactly did things go wrong?!"
The more Han Jinyue thought, the more confused she became. At one point, she even considered turning back at once and demanding that Zhang Huang'er explain everything.
But in the end, reason overcame curiosity.
After all, there