After the carriage had traveled some distance, Qi Yu suddenly lifted the curtain and glanced back at a certain position.
"Princess, what's wrong?" Shen Nanxing saw her serious expression and her whole body began to tense up, her hand gripping the sword never relaxed.
Qi Yu withdrew her gaze and said lightly, "It's nothing."
She was not sure if it was her illusion, but she always felt there was a gaze following her.
In a nearby teahouse, a young-looking, spirited woman patted her chest and muttered under her breath, "That scared me to death!"
The person opposite her wore a thin veil over her face, and a purple lily was drawn on the center of her brows, looking somewhat amused at her reaction.
"Adi, a woman from the Central Plains scared you this much?"
The girl called Adi, who was merely fourteen or fifteen, was at an age where she was playful and cared much about her image; she pouted upon hearing this.