The same night.
On the official road from Qingfeng Prefecture to Pingchang Prefecture, a carriage slowly made its way.
Liang Yuening touched the bracelet on his wrist and showed a pitiful expression, "Third Brother, I miss the Wife, Wife. When can she return? Has she left us for so long because she no longer wants us?"
Shujun turned over, facing away from Yue Ning. "I miss her too. Let's wait for her to come back."
They did not know that the Wife, Wife they were thinking about had already returned to Purple Garden, just a few days after they decided to set off for Pingchang Prefecture.
This time, however, they had missed her.
Far away in Jiangnan, inside a theater.
A man dressed in brocade clothes, his noble grace highlighted by his snow-white hair spread loose.
He looked at the actor on stage chirping and warbling, and suddenly furrowed his brows, as a familiar feeling arose from within. But this feeling was abrupt and peculiar.
