A flurry of mixed emotions welled up inside Lin Qingyuan.
She could not believe that she had not noticed it at all, neither did she have the slightest idea how she had gotten into the carriage.
She lifted the curtain and looked outside. "Where are we going?"
Long Xuan glanced at her. "You promised Mother two days ago that you'd offer incense with her today. Have you forgotten?"
Only then did Lin Qingyuan recall that she had indeed made that promise with Madam Shen, which meant that they were on the way to Tianzhu Mountain.
She rubbed the spot between her brows a little sheepishly.
After a moment of silence, she asked, "Where's Mother?"
"She set out before us." Long Xuan paused, then patted his thigh. "Come here."
Lin Qingyuan refused to budge.
Long Xuan shot her a look. "You want me to go over there?"
With much reluctance and irritation, Lin Qingyuan crawled over to him.
