Last night, those who had gone out with her, naturally knew what Yang Chuxia was going to do today. When Yang Chuxia left the mansion, they all followed.
At this moment, several people scattered around merely saw Yang Chuxia, like a proud plum in winter, kneeling resolutely in front of everyone, neither servile nor haughty, as if the increasingly numerous onlookers around her did not exist.
"Who is this? Why is she kneeling here?"
"I don't know. By the looks of it, she must be a lady of a reputable family. Has something extraordinary happened? Why is she kneeling here?"
"Oh, isn't this the wife of our Prefect, Lord Ye? Why is she suddenly kneeling here?" A wave of voices came, and finally, someone recognized Yang Chuxia.
