How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Xia Chu and the others all frowned as they watched Sister Yun being carried into the bridal sedan, while Cheng Zhiliang was helped shakily onto the horse by his followers, and the wedding party slowly left.

Madam Li covered her mouth and cried in the nanny's arms. Li Heng stood at the door in a daze, then suddenly rushed forward and ran away.

"Stop him!" Master Li shouted, and the servants of the Li family hurried after him, not daring to force him. Some hugged his legs, some knelt, and a group of people stopped Li Heng.

"Let's go." Xia Chu was disappointed and had no appetite to attend the Li family's wedding banquet.

"How will Sister Yun live in the future?" Lin Lang murmured. She and Li Yun were closest, and their families lived close together. They interacted frequently, sometimes even growing up together. After Lin Lang married, her in-laws treated her well, and her husband also loved her. The two of them spent time together, one painting, the other reading, a harmonious harmony.

But seeing her good sister marrying into such a family, she is now filled with worry.

"In a few days, I will send a message to Sister Yun, inviting her to Yin Ge Garden. Will you come?" Xia Chu asked before getting on the carriage.

"Come!" Lin Lang was the first to respond, and Bai Wuxia and Mo Qingmei also said they would come.

"Then I'll send you the invitation when the time comes. I'll reply first." Xia Chu waved his hand.

"Miss, where are you going?" asked the driver.

Xia Chu was not in a very good mood. She didn't want to go home or go to Yin Ge Garden. "Just walk around."

The driver thought for a moment, then drove the carriage along the river in the city.

Cuihua took out a box of crispy candies from the drawer of the carriage and said, "Miss, would you like some?"

"I don't want to eat, so go ahead and eat." Xia Chu leaned against the window, staring blankly at the people passing by on the street. She felt a sense of helplessness, wanting to do something, but unable to do anything. At this time, a woman's fate was determined by the Three Obediences: obey her father at home, obey her husband after marriage, and obey her sons after her husband's death. The quality of her life depended entirely on the character of these three people.

She suddenly felt a little confused. People said that a man's attitude before and after marriage could be very different. Now that Zhao Huazhang was so good to her, would he be the same after marriage?

If it's not good, what should she do?

Divorce? If the Zhao family won't let her go, can she leave?

At that time, women were keen on marrying down so that if something went wrong, their parents would have something to say.

She had a lot of chaotic thoughts, and the more she thought, the more depressed she became.

Someone was washing clothes by the river, a woman about Dong Xiaohuan's age, with a bundle of children strapped to her back. The child looked quite large, at least a year old. He was playing with the woman's hair, which was tangled as she beat the clothes with a pestle. She didn't have time to pay attention. Xia Chu saw her hands, white and cracked from blisters, and they looked nothing like the hands of a living person.

Her expression was numb, her movements were stiff, her skin was dark and yellow, and she looked like a walking corpse.

Xia Chu felt even more distressed watching this, and retreated back into the car. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, but she had no idea what to do. She worried about how Zhao Huazhang would change, and then she felt like she shouldn't be associated with every little thing.

Zhao Huazhang knew nothing. His sincerity had already been placed in front of her, so it was wrong to doubt him.

She suddenly wanted to see Zhao Huazhang and get a hug that could hold her completely.

But where is Zhao Huazhang?

"Is that Miss Wang?"

Xia Chu was a little stunned. Why did she seem to hear Qingsong's voice? She looked at Cuihua. Cuihua lifted the curtain and took a look. Then she turned back and said in surprise: "Miss, it's Mr. Zhao!"

Great! Cuihua thought to herself, the young lady has been unhappy since leaving the Li family, and she was hoping to meet Mr. Zhao and coax him, and then he appeared.

"Ah?" Xia Chu suspected that he had heard it wrong. Just when he thought of this person, he appeared?

"Xiaochu, are you there?" Zhao Huazhang's low voice was just outside the car window. Xia Chu lifted the curtain in a daze, and it was really him.

He was wearing a moon-white, round-collared robe today, looking clean and fresh. With a familiar smile on his face, he said, "It's really you."

Xia Chu finally reacted, "Let's find a place to sit down?" She really wanted to talk to someone.

"Is it here?" Zhao Huazhang pointed behind him. It was the Bazhenlou on the riverside, the one famous for its wild delicacies.

"Okay." Xia Chu jumped off the carriage, Zhao Huazhang holding his hands in a protective position. He followed her half a step behind, while Qingsong had already run to the private room.

"Sister Yun is getting married today, and Cheng Zhiliang..." Xia Chu didn't know whether to complain or confide in others as she recounted everything that happened today. "A woman's life is not her own."

Zhao Huazhang listened carefully. "I've heard about Cheng Zhiliang. But he shouldn't act so recklessly," he said, frowning. "I'll ask someone. I have a good friend who's very familiar with these people. Don't worry, I'll find a solution."

Xia Chu's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again, "What can you do? Can you still interfere in other people's backyards?"

"It's okay. If you want to intervene, there are always ways." Zhao Huazhang comforted him: "Trust me."

He was so sure that Xia Chu's mind didn't react, but her heart relaxed. Having her worries taken away by someone else, she also had the energy to joke, "Is our Young Master Zhao so powerful?"

Seeing that she seemed to be in a better mood, Zhao Huazhang smiled and said, "Well, don't worry, you can tell me anything."

"Hey, why are you so nice?" Xia Chu opened her arms, "Hug me quickly."

Zhao Huazhang couldn't ask for more. He obediently took her into his arms and patted her on the back. "I just want you to be happy."

Xia Chu was so sweet by these words that she couldn't control her expression. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. "I was just in the carriage, wishing that Master Zhao would come and hug me. And then you appeared like a god sent from heaven."

Zhao Huazhang pursed his lips, unable to suppress a rare smile. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, his heart filled with joy. Happy that she thought of him when she needed help, and also glad that he showed up in time today. "Maybe, we're telepathic?"

The two of them were talking in low voices. Although Qingsong and Cuihua couldn't hear clearly, they had already retreated to the door. Finally, they simply opened the door gently and stood outside.

"Miss Wang, are you unhappy today?" Qingsong asked.

The two masters had a close relationship, and Cuihua did not hide it. "Well, something happened at Miss Li's wedding, and the lady was very unhappy."

"It's okay. Our Master said there is a way, so there must be a way. Go back and persuade your young lady not to worry too much."

"Ah."

Xia Chu and Zhao Huazhang didn't do much, except for the hug, drinking tea and chatting. But Xia Chu's mood had obviously improved. When she returned home, she was her usual self, smiling at everyone she met.

Dong Xiaohuan asked a few questions, and when Xia Chu talked about it again, she seemed not so worried.

"It's terrible! Who would get drunk at the wedding? It's outrageous." Dong Xiaohuan frowned, feeling sorry for Li Yun. "Li Yun is such a good girl, well-educated, gentle and smart. How could she marry such a person?"