Chapter 62: Thoughts of the First Wife_1

In the chilling wind, the desolate and remote frontier town welcomed yet another black night.

Under the moonlight, the crunching of horse hooves and the rolling of carriage wheels gradually approached from a distance, the sound becoming louder. An ordinary two-wheeled horse carriage gradually appeared from within the darkened dusk, slowly entering the small town, and halted in an alley.

"Exhale——"

The coachman reined in the horse carriage, turning and unctuously called out towards the carriage cabin, "Young Master, we are here!"

The wind whirled, the curtain lifted, and two servants in dark brocade clothes leapt out, landing silently on the ground. Then they took off, quickly surveying the alley like the wind. Returning to the side of the carriage, they respectfully addressed the carriage cabin, "Master, please step out!"

"Hmm!"

A languid reply came from inside the carriage, a voice more languid than the night breeze. A servant stepped forward and lifted the carriage curtain.