On the dock, necks craned and eyes searched eagerly amongst the bustling crowd gathered in twos and threes.
Xiaoman also spotted Daman, excitedly rising on her tiptoes and shouting loudly.
"Sister, sister, over here..."
As the ship docked, Daman didn't wait for the palace attendants to assist her; with a burst of energy, she dashed down the gangplank and embraced Xiaoman.
Lady Chen watched this scene from the cabin and snorted.
"Such improper conduct, no sense of decorum."
Feng Jingteng gazed toward the shore as if he hadn't heard, while Feng Ying's eyes darkened slightly. Taking a veil to one side, she tied it around her head, exuding quiet dignity.
The maidservant by Lady Chen quickly praised, "It's the Thirteenth Lady who is steady, not flustered by circumstances."
Feng Jingteng wanted to say something but, meeting Lady Chen's eyes, found himself at a loss for words.
"Let's go. We shouldn't keep people waiting."