After she'd been chased out of the Regent's resident that day, Qin Zhixun didn't see Song Juguang again. At this moment, the difference in status between the two of them was massive; as long as Song Juguang wished to avoid her, regardless of how much Qin Zhixun waited, she'd never see her. No matter how dissatisfied Qin Zhixun was, when the day came, she still had to depart. The day's sun had just climbed above the city walls' outside the city, and the newly-sprouted, tender shoots on the tree branches still carried a fine layer of frost; more than forty carriages were arranged after each other on the official road, and the small, triangular flags atop their roofs made flapping sounds as they were blown in the wind. When Qin Zhixun had arrived, there had been only about twenty carriages, but now that she was about to leave, things had flipped. Actually, Qin Zhixun wasn't cold at all, but in order to not seem to strange, she had wrapped herself in a cloak. Sh...