In the blink of an eye, it was early November. It was another day off. Early in the morning, two carriages slowly drove out of the Duke's Residence and headed for the Hidden Spirit Temple outside the city.
The Hidden Spirit Temple was one of the top monasteries in Great Xia. It was built against a mountain and occupied an extremely large area. Usually, there was an endless stream of devotees. On a big day like the 15th day of the New Year, it was even more lively.
The carriage could only travel halfway up the mountain. Further ahead, the mountain path was rugged. Carriages couldn't enter, so they could only change to a sedan chair.
The coachman deftly set down the stairs.
Little Jiajia was the first to jump out of the carriage. Madam Li was helped down by Bi Zhu.
