Luodu, North City Gate.
The main street connecting the city gate is wide and smooth. On both sides of the street, shops stand in great numbers, with tea houses and taverns stretching endlessly. Cries and clamor rise and fall, lively and bustling.
An elegant room on the second layer of a tavern, with the window facing the street slightly ajar, seemingly with someone watching.
"Princess, we've come here for the third day already. The little Lord still doesn't know when he will arrive; are you going to wait another day?" A palace maid walked behind the veiled woman sitting by the bed, and softly asked.
Her tone carried resentment for the woman she felt was being wronged.
"If you are unwilling to stay, you may leave." Qin Yiyao's cool voice came, like a wind blowing from the snowy mountains.
