On the dim road, the cart wheels crushed broken branches and withered leaves, passed through a residential area, and finally stopped in front of a detached house.
A woman dressed simply and elegantly, holding a child, approached the tightly shut gate. She gestured for Cheng Bi to knock.
Since arriving in Datong, Zhao Wan Niang had not seen her husband.
In three years of marriage, the time they spent together was pitifully little.
When she received his letter this time, she thought she was going to the capital, but the carriage took a detour and eventually brought her here.
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