But he still didn't move.
Shu Yun walked that road, crossed the threshold of the Wan family's house, entered the carriage, and the driver drove away, but Xie Fu didn't change his mind.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the soft couch in the carriage, the jewels on her head jingling as the carriage jostled.
"Dr. Shu."
She opened her eyes and looked at the driver through the carriage curtain.
"The Crown Prince is the future king of Xiliang, and it's impossible for him to stop those banquets. You've only been serving by his side for a short time..."
She interrupted him, her clear voice sounding calm and rational, "I know I've interfered and made too many demands."
She was being presumptuous; she assumed that when he started treating her the way he used to, it meant he was wholeheartedly committed to being with her.
Her answer was so straightforward that the driver didn't know what to say. "I'm glad you understand."
Shu Yun slowly exhaled and calmly said, "Stop."
The coachman, thinking something had happened to her, quickly stopped the carriage. "What's wrong?"
He turned around and saw the stunningly beautiful Doctor Shu, whose eyes held a cool and aloof air. She silently got off the carriage and walked alone in another direction.
He quickly abandoned the carriage and followed. Just kidding, the young master had ordered him to safely return the person. If he failed in his duty, he didn't know what punishment he would face.
Shu Yun removed the jewels from her head as she walked; they had been jingling all the way, and she had put up with them for a long time.
She didn't turn around and said coldly, "You don't need to follow me. I'm going back to the clinic."
The driver was stunned. He was skilled in martial arts and knew he was walking silently. How could Doctor Shu know he was following without even turning his head?
The person behind her continued to follow. Shu Yun took off her elaborate headdress, and when she took it all off, both of her hands were full of pearls and jade.
She turned around and shoved the things in her hands into the driver's hands. Her long, black hair, like a piece of soft satin, flowed smoothly down her back. Her pair of bright black eyes looked over, her tone cold, her gaze even colder, "Don't follow me anymore."
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