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Last time he rode on the carriage, he encountered a horse which had gone berserk. The shadow caused Bi Zhu's face to immediately change, he picked the curtain and went out to check, "What happened?"

Before she could ask, a person was already lying in front of the carriage, yelling out.

"It hit, it hit!"

As he shouted, he moved closer to the carriage. The way he dragged his leg was miserable, as if he was seriously injured after being hit by the carriage.

Even though Bi Zhu stayed in the palace all year round, she knew that she had met Master porcelain.

To put it bluntly, they were clashing porcelain.

She jumped down from the carriage, her almond-shaped eyes staring at the man with a desire to curse him out loud, "You didn't even find a good place when you hit porcelain. People are coming and going on Chang'an Street, my family's carriage is moving too slowly, how could I run into you, not to mention injure you."

The person who was shouting was clearly a rogue ruffian. He was very skinny and had a pair of round eyes.

Seeing Bi Zhu alighting from the horse carriage, the man stared intently at Bi Zhu, her vulgar look made Bi Zhu feel nauseous.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and go back and forth!"

She glared at the man and turned to return to the carriage.

That person retracted his gaze, hugged one of his legs and began to howl, "Everyone, quickly come and see! I don't know which family's young miss is so arrogant and despotic, but if I were to run into someone, I don't know where to go from here. This is the young miss of the Guan Family, we can't afford to offend her!"

As soon as the topic was brought up, the interest of the people on the street was piqued

Looking at the man who was pretending to howl as if he was in extreme pain, yet the owner of the carriage didn't appear. This attitude had aroused the enmity and hatred of everyone.

"To still be so arrogant after bumping into such a person, it's truly like the winds of the world are not what they used to be!"

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a scholar pointed at the carriage with a heartbroken expression.

He had studied hard for ten years and had so many talents, yet in the end, he was still just a mere Elementary Scholar. However, these children of officials were born with money in their mouths.

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding crowd immediately gathered up their courage and clamored.

"It's just that we ran into someone. It's not like it's a big deal to apologize and pay a few liang for the medical fees."

"Look at this beautiful carriage, it can't be that you're not willing to give them a few taels of silver, right?"

Bi Zhu had originally taught the pengci man a lesson in an aggressive manner, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he was attacked by a large number of people, and every one of them spoke with righteousness, as if they were speaking on behalf of the heavens.

She wanted to refute, wanted to prove that the person who had touched them was lying to them, but the crowd did not give her a chance to speak. One sentence of reprimand after another, they smashed over, causing Bi Zhu's eyes to turn red, and her tears almost fell.

Hearing that the situation was bad, An Lingge immediately got off the carriage.

She wore a black hood that covered most of her face. Only her eyes seemed to be able to see through all the darkness in the world. The brightness was so bright that no one dared to look directly at her.

When the crowd saw her appear, they all went silent for a moment.

The girl was clearly tightly wrapped up, but everyone could see the unconcealable elegance from her body.

If one were to ask why he felt such a feeling, it could be because there was a unique aura surrounding that person. Adding to that, the two pairs of eyes on the list, the mere appearance of that person caused many people to be absent-minded.

His gaze secretly landed on An Lingge's body. Just as he was thinking that this woman's figure was not bad, with a chest and buttocks, he felt a chill on her body, and a wave of cold air rose from the bottom of his feet.

He trembled and quickly retracted his gaze.

"Are you the mistress of this girl?"

The man raised his head, looked up with his nose in the air, and stopped crying while hugging his leg. "Your carriage hurt me. I might not be able to walk in the future. Just wait and see how you'll compensate me."

An Lingge did not get angry, but laughed and asked, "Did my carriage hit you?"

"My legs are almost broken by the carriage, and your maidservants are telling me to go back and forth. It's fine if you lose money, but if not, we'll meet again at the official level!"

The pengci people looked at the crowd and felt confident.

They, the delicate young ladies of the Shangguan family, were the most easily deceived and paid the most attention to their reputation. Now that everyone was looking at him, as long as he slightly threatened them and used the name of the government, they would obediently give him money.

Unexpectedly, An Lingge shifted her body to the side, and pulled Bi Zhu to the side, the clear and melodious female voice carried a sense of coldness.

"Charge over. If he hurts, we'll pay him. If he kills us, it's none of his business."

She smiled gently, but the words she said did not sound like the ruthlessness a young girl at her age could imagine.

The man who touched the porcelain suddenly raised his head and met An Lingge's eyes. Only then did he realize that it was like an ice pond, cold to the point that it did not contain a trace of warmth.

The coachman hesitated for a moment. This was something that could be seen by the crowd. If he were to directly crash into them like this, he would be scolded. A single spit from him would be enough to drown them.

"Miss, this isn't good, is it?"

When he mustered the courage to say these words, he saw that An Ling had a faint smile on her face, and the words coming out of her mouth were unstoppable, "Smash!"

The coachman swallowed his saliva, steeled his heart, and raised the horsewhip high. "Giddy up!"

The horse let out a long hiss, raised its front hooves, and was about to rush forward.

The pengci man had never seen such a scene before. Seeing that his horse's hooves were about to land on his body, his skinny face scrunched up into a frown and he immediately rolled to the side.

After rolling a few times, that person avoided the horse's hooves and stood up while clutching his chest.

"Didn't he say that his leg was injured? How come nothing happened to him?"

Those with sharp eyes noticed that the man's legs were still standing, and he no longer looked like he was on the verge of breaking down and retreating.

The rest of the people came back to their senses one after another. They knew that they had been deceived.

Knowing that someone had seen through him, that person did not dare to stay any longer. He found an alley with fewer people and disappeared into it.

An Lingge returned to the carriage, and did not notice a man beside him. She smiled in the direction of the carriage and muttered a few words, which disappeared into the crowd along with the wind.

Bi Zhu carried the small box in her hands and followed An Lingge to the Embroidery Pavilion.

Embroidery Pavilion's shopkeeper was a middle-aged man around the age of forty fifty or so. Upon seeing An Lingge come in, he immediately went over to welcome him respectfully.

"Young mistress."

He spoke softly as An Lingge raised his eyebrows.

In her memories, she had never seen this person before. Even if her mother was the owner of Embroidery Pavilion, she couldn't afford to be the shopkeeper's master, let alone someone like herself who only held the room deed.

The shopkeeper laughed, and looked at An Lingge with a pleased and complicated gaze: "Master passed away early, I didn't have the time to tell you about this matter …"

He handed over a piece of yellowish paper to An Lingge. An Lingge looked at it with lowered eyes, astonishment flashing past his eyes.