"The people are so angry because that mistress has probably already given birth. It's good that she's drowned; it'll save her from coming out and making a fool of herself and harming people everywhere!"

"Let's go back," she said with a smile.

The Marquis of Zhenbei felt a pang of panic upon hearing this.

For the first time ever, I thought about the consequences of being discovered.

He abruptly shook off Ye Lanyin's sleeve, "Madam, I'll just take a look and then go back."

Ye Lanyin watched his departing figure, her smile fading.

The Marquis of Zhenbei pushed his way through the crowd and forced his way from the back to the front.

Looking at the man in the pond, one could see a man struggling desperately in the water, his hands flailing wildly, each movement creating splashes of water.

Suddenly, when the Marquis of Zhenbei saw the familiar clothes, his eyes widened in shock. Wasn't that... Shixuan's clothes?

...

Not long after Ye Lanyin left, she stepped down from the carriage and was greeted by a gust of wind.

"Ah!" Ye Lanyin exclaimed in fright, and quickly hugged Lin Wanwan tightly and took a step back.

Oh dear, I almost died!

Ye Lanyin chuckled, "How could it be so exaggerated?"

Little brat.

"Money Tree, stop right there! Don't run away!" Not far away, a woman was chasing a young man who was running around the street with a whip in her hand.

Ye Lanyin heard the sound and looked up.

I almost burst out laughing.

"Money Tree? Yao Money Tree?" Was he Madam Han's son during the Qingming Festival when the imperial family paid homage to their ancestors?

Mrs. Han recognized her the moment she laughed.

After sending her servants to chase after her son, she came to Ye Lanyin's side.

She was still slightly out of breath as she spoke, "Lanyin, what a coincidence to meet you here."