Soon, they arrived at the Prince Qing Mansion.
Zhou Cangyan disembarked first. When the person inside didn't move, he tapped impatiently on the carriage wall twice. "Get out."
Song Lianhe dawdled before finally pushing the door open and emerging. To be honest, Zhou Cangyan really knew how to live well. His carriage was incredibly stable—the most comfortable one Song Lianhe had ever ridden in! She had just started to feel drowsy when they arrived.
Zhou Cangyan rarely rode in carriages, and when he did, he was alone. His long legs made getting in and out easy, so he never needed a mounting stool. For Song Lianhe, however, it was a bit inconvenient. She instinctively lifted her skirts, about to jump down.
"Miss! Your dress, your dress!"
Shuang Ye frantically reminded her to put her skirts down.
Song Lianhe didn't care in the slightest. "Don't worry, I'm wearing something underneath!"
"Ah! Miss, what are you saying?!"
