Outside the city of Jiang, peach groves stretch for ten miles, with enchanting blossoms.

A low-key luxurious carriage was parked brazenly in the middle of the road, extremely arrogant.

Outside the carriage, Gu Mingzhu was sitting on a crossbar with her short legs dangling. She held a delicately carved rhombus-shaped mirror in her hand and looked left and right.

Looking at myself in the mirror, dressed in a yellow robe and with two simple buns on my head, I still feel very uncomfortable being this delicate and childlike.

When I time-traveled, I ended up in the body of a twelve-year-old! This is way too young!

The only thing worth celebrating is that she's petite, with a delicate face, bright eyes, and a sly smile. When she laughs, there are two cute dimples on her cheeks that will melt your heart.

Well, I'm starting to feel a bit full of myself.

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"Miss, someone seems to be coming over there. Quickly get into the carriage!"

Qing Lian's voice, laced with worry, rang out. She couldn't understand why her young lady had wandered into this deserted peach orchard. Her beauty was undeniable, but what if she were kidnapped? What then?

Gu Mingzhu heard this, put the mirror back into her bosom, and patted her little hand. "Little one, you go into the carriage first and wait for me."

Having said that, not only did he not get into the carriage, but he also nimbly climbed onto the roof of it.

A sudden headache came over me like a shock of blue lotus.

I really think the girl fell and hurt her brain. She's been acting completely different lately.

"Girl, be careful, don't fall!"

"Be good, don't speak."

Gu Mingzhu's small hand went to the side and "hushed" with a soft sound.

The voice was that of a little girl, yet it held an undeniable authority. Qinglian abruptly fell silent.

On that side, a blue brocade-clad man rode a horse, followed by a group of attendants. They stirred up a cloud of dust as they came, riding a spirited steed with an air of great energy and confidence.

Seeing someone blocking the way ahead, he let out a cry and reined in his horse. The man at the front, with rather handsome eyebrows and eyes, frowned impatiently and sized up the young girl standing on the carriage.

The little girl stood on top, her sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a flying yellow duck. She said crisply, "I opened this mountain and planted these trees. If you want to pass this way, leave some money for passage."

……

Aha ha ha...

The scene was silent for a moment, and when the entourage saw a pretty little girl trying to imitate robbing someone on the road, they almost burst out laughing.

This guy must be an idiot!

The man at the front, however, recognized him. His pale, jade-like face showed a moment of astonishment, followed by undisguised contempt and disdain.

It's truly a shame you lack sophistication and manners, akin to a crude villager!

The proud Duan arrogantly strode forward, coldly stating, “Gu Mingzhu, what are you doing?”

Gu Mingzhu stuck out her small finger and beckoned him closer.

Song Hengzhe's face flashed with displeasure, but he still walked over to where she was standing on the car roof.

Gu Mingzhu wore a pair of pale embroidered shoes, with pearls glistening like dewdrop on the flowers. She walked lightly, stepping casually on the crossbeam of the carriage.

Two small hands clasped, looking down at the man below with a cold voice, "Song Hengzhe, are you really going to break off our engagement?"

Song Hengzhe was taken aback.

Understood?

How do you know that?

But thinking about it, how he knew wasn't important anymore because right now he was going to Gu Mansion to break off the engagement. He immediately nodded and said, "Yes."

Gu Mingzhu's lips curled slightly, a charming coldness emanating from her usually round face.

"Could we wait a year before the annulment? We could marry other people in a year, and never have to argue again."

"No." Song Hengzhe flatly refused.

He and Yan'er hit it off, they couldn't wait any longer.

"That's interesting..."

Gu Mingzhu lowered her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Her little foot, resting on the beam, moved slightly, and the embroidered shoes on her tiny feet "whooshed" out of nowhere…

"Slap!" A resounding slap echoed, landing directly on Song Hengzhe's handsome face. At that moment, a snow-white hand lifted, and a few icy glint flashed.

A strand of hair fell to her temple, brushing against the soft fringe there. She whispered delicately, "Young Master Song, to bully a little girl like me... I fear you'll be struck by lightning when you return to town. Your hands and your tongue will surely be rendered useless."

Of course, if you bring ten thousand taels of silver to beg me not to break the engagement at that time, this little lucky bag might personally come to your door and celebrate with you, saving you from disaster.

Having said that, he nimbly climbed down from the carriage roof and slid inside. He raised his hand and waved at him, saying with a cheerful voice, "See you again in town, Master Song!"

Having said that, he turned to Qinglian, who was standing there dumbfounded, and cheerfully said, "Let's go back home."

Qinglian had completely gone mad. She turned to the carriage driver and mechanically repeated, "Return home."

The coachman pulled on the reins, and they galloped away.

A cloud of dust billowed up, and Song Hengzhe behind was covered in it.

Song Hengzhe only then came to his senses, realizing he had been slapped in the face by his sister-in-law's embroidered shoes!

Slap, a face!!

I absolutely don't understand, how the hell did this embroidered shoe end up hitting my face?!

She didn't seem to be doing anything at all.

Song Hengzhe raised his hand to touch his burning cheek, and lowered his eyes to look at the embroidered shoes lying at his feet. Anger surged within him, and he kicked the embroidered shoe away...

On the side of the peach orchard, a man with dark-painted eyebrows sat on a white horse. He wore leather belts around his waist and military boots. His eyes were like cold stars.

Yet, he didn't know how long he had been riding. His bearing was so elegant and noble, burning like a blazing fire, as if standing atop the grand hall of the Three States and Six Provinces, overlooking the world. He possessed an air of dignity that was beyond compare, followed by a young bodyguard in black short clothes.

His ink-black eyes were placid and unruffled, gazing coldly at the embroidered shoe that was flying straight towards him. Suddenly, two slender fingers shot out, clamping it firmly in his grasp.

Song Hengzhe suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned his head slightly and saw someone in the woods beside him.

A flash of anger, exposed for all to see, made him forget the proprieties of an apology. With a jerk of the reins, he spurred his horse into a gallop and rode away.

This village girl, he must break off the engagement, not a moment to wait!

And Lin Zhongnian, looking at the pair of delicate embroidered shoes in his palm, no bigger than his own hand, was momentarily distracted by the dazzling pearls adorning them.

He casually tucked it into his pocket and nonchalantly patted his horse forward.

His retinue behind him were all dumbfounded, so startled that they almost fell off their horses.

Ram it in!!!

When did the master become interested in, interested in, a young lady's embroidered shoes??