Inside the carriage on the other side, Shang Ruyi gazed at the Shen Mansion that had already been left far behind by the carriage, tears rolling down in large drops, her sobs making her unable to speak.
Tushere sighed and handed a handkerchief to Shang Ruyi.
"If you keep crying, your eyes will get swollen."
"Ah, fortunately the madam is not accompanying you to Taiyuan, otherwise with you two crying , the Yellow River might rise."
Despite her sorrow, Shang Ruyi couldn’t help but laugh at these words.
She grabbed the handkerchief and wiped her face, muttering, "What nonsense are you saying!"
Seeing that she stopped crying, Tushere also laughed and softly comforted her, "Actually, Miss, you don’t need to be too sad. Luoyang is not too far from Taiyuan. If you truly miss the master and madam, you can just come back to visit them."
Shang Ruyi bitterly smiled and said, "It’s not that simple."
After marrying, many things become beyond one’s control, and the freedom of a young maiden no longer exists.
Moreover, she was marrying Yu Wenye...
Thinking of that aloof face and the words he said before leaving, Shang Ruyi’s mood became heavy once more.
Actually, during these days of preparing for the wedding, there wasn’t a single day she wasn’t worried about this matter, not only worried about her future fate after marrying into the Yuwen Family but also the thing that made her most uneasy—
Who was Yu Wenye originally engaged to?
This matter seemed to have planted a small thorn in her heart, not painful, yet making her restless with anxiety.
At this moment, the carriage suddenly shook.
Shang Ruyi almost collided with the board of the carriage, and Tushere quickly reached out to steady her, frowning, "What’s going on?"
Shang Ruyi said, "Go take a look at what’s happening."
Tushere immediately moved to the window, lifted the curtain, and looked outside.
Unexpectedly, a carriage suddenly appeared from somewhere, proceeding alongside their convoy on the road; although this street wasn’t exactly narrow, that carriage was unusually wide, taking up almost half the road. The Shen Family’s coachman didn’t want an accident, so he slowed down intending to let it pass, but unexpectedly that carriage also slowed down, matching stride with Shang Ruyi’s carriage.
This seemed like trouble-seeking behavior.
The Shen Family’s coachman cursed.
Shang Ruyi glanced at that carriage, which was clearly wider than ordinary ones, pondered for a moment, and said, "Let them stop by the side, and we’ll proceed once that carriage has passed."
Tushere quickly conveyed this to the coachman, and the carriage soon came to a halt.
Unexpectedly, that carriage also stopped.
Tushere was already dissatisfied, and now angry, said, "Who is this, so senseless!"
Shang Ruyi also moved to the window, looking out from the corner where Tushere had lifted the curtain, that carriage was nearly sticking to theirs, but after stopping nobody emerged, the door remained tightly shut, the curtain hung low, just quietly resting there.
As if waiting for their reaction.
Shang Ruyi slightly furrowed her brows.
For some reason, although that carriage remained still with no one stepping down, she felt there were eyes behind that low-hanging curtain, watching her coldly.
Just as their coachman was cursing and swearing, preparing to get out and question the other party, from behind the low-hanging curtain came a slightly playful, lazy voice—
"Congratulations, Miss Ruyi."