Yan Lingzhen did not particularly enjoy riding in carriages.
With her small stature, she could not ride horses either.
In recent days, her eldest brother had gone out without mentioning his whereabouts, and her fifth sister had not returned from hunting bandits in the mountains, so she had to resort to the most primitive method—walking.
In ancient times, mountains were scenic and waters clear, with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and every few steps there seemed to be a naturally beautiful maiden as lovely as flowers and jade.
A few more steps and one would come across all kinds of delicious food, overflowing with fresh aromas.
Therefore, on her way, Yan Lingzhen found her hands overflowing with things she picked up.
When she reached a courtyard gate, she kicked at the door: "Hey! Is anyone there?"
The door quickly opened to reveal a beautiful face, but the beauty tried to close the door the moment she saw Yan Lingzhen.