Silver-bell laughter rang out from inside the carriage.
"Brother Yi Feng, Cang Sheng just likes to put on a brave front. Please don't mind him."
Cang Sheng scratched his head shyly. Rather than getting angry, he merely muttered, "Third Miss, don't tease me."
Yi Feng took it all in and revealed a gentle smile.
"Where there is a will, there is a way."
Receiving Yi Feng's approval, Cang Sheng was first delighted, then became somewhat wistful.
Just then, Cang Sheng caught sight of a fragrant sandalwood tree by the roadside. He hurriedly reined in the horse, stuffed the reins into Yi Feng's hands, and said anxiously, "Brother Yi Feng, I'll be right back. Wait for me."
Yi Feng was puzzled, his gaze following Cang Sheng.
As the carriage suddenly stopped, Situ Qingyi also drew back the curtain and looked outside.
Cang Sheng rushed toward a large tree, casually snapped off several branches, then returned excitedly, starlight gleaming in his eyes.
Situ Qingyi revealed an almost imperceptible smile and lowered the curtain.
Once Cang Sheng returned, the carriage continued onward. Looking deeply embarrassed, Cang Sheng said to Yi Feng, "Brother Yi Feng, please help drive the carriage for a while. I'll finish quickly."
As he spoke, he began weaving the tender branches by himself.
"What are you making?" Yi Feng asked in confusion.
A blush quietly rose on Cang Sheng's cheeks. He lowered his voice shyly and said, "Third Miss likes the scent of sandalwood most. I want to weave her a sandalwood branch wreath."
Whenever Situ Qingyi was mentioned, delight flickered in Cang Sheng's eyes.
Seeing the light in Cang Sheng's eyes, Yi Feng smiled. "It seems you and Miss Situ are quite close."
"No, no, no. Third Miss is the one who has been looking after me. My strength