In the carriage, Yang Ning settled into the plush seat, resting against the carriage wall, supported by a cushy pillow. Across from her, Zheng Liang took the window seat, ensuring the wooden door was shut to keep the wind at bay. A delicate curtain added an extra layer of protection, shielding them from the outside world.
The royal carriage, adorned with the Crown Prince's crest glided through the streets and the onlookers respectfully cleared a path. The marching guards, a formidable presence around the carriage, commanded attention. The people, recognizing the significance, bowed in deference as the carriage gracefully moved through their midst.
