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After getting permission, Ayue's eyes flashed with joy, and she answered "yes" obediently. Then, with the help of the maid, she tidied up her appearance and went out with the sisters who came to pick her up.

The group got on the carriage, and with the rumbling wheels, they drove out of the quiet streets where the Ningguo Mansion was located and merged into the increasingly bustling flow of people in the capital city in the early morning.

As they reached East Street, they saw numerous shops and a constant stream of people outside, with the sounds of hawking, chatting, and laughing incessantly filling the air. Jin, a fan of the hustle and bustle, couldn't help but lift a corner of the carriage curtain and peer out with great interest.

Looking at the bustling street market, an idea suddenly popped up. She turned around and suggested to the sisters in the car, "It's still early, how about we go to East Street first? It's a good opportunity to pick out some novel gifts for Yue, she's sure to be happy."

The sisters immediately responded to this suggestion. Mingzhu clapped her hands in approval, Xiaoyu gazed eagerly out the window, and even Ah Yue, who had been a little reserved just now, showed a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

She had long heard of the prosperity of East Street in the capital, and now that she had the chance to see it with her own eyes, she naturally wanted to experience it as well.

Only Chengfen, who had obeyed the strict order, looked embarrassed and whispered, "Ladies, the princess has instructed that we will go back after picking up Miss Ayue..." She looked at the group of noble and enthusiastic ladies in front of her. She could not stop any of them. She was anxious, but could only insist on repeating what Jing Chunxi said when he left.

However, once the girls' excitement was piqued, how could they easily be dispelled? Jin Jie'er and Ming Zhu exchanged words, flirting and promising to return shortly, without delay. Ultimately, Cheng Fan couldn't persuade them all and had to compromise.

However, he did not dare to be careless and quickly and carefully instructed the maids and guards accompanying him: "Be sure to follow the young ladies closely, and do not make any mistakes."

The convoy slowly stopped in front of a bustling silk and satin shop in the East Market. The young ladies, supported by their maids, gracefully disembarked from the carriages. Sister Yan, the younger and most subdued, walked last.

Her maid, Shuang'er, was also young. She got off the carriage first. As soon as she stood firmly by the shaft, she turned around and stretched out her hand to help her young lady.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the coachman, who was a rough man, glanced back and saw that most of the ladies had already gotten off the carriage. He also heard the urging whistle of the coachman in front, and thought that everyone had gotten off. He subconsciously shook the reins and gave a light scolding, and the carriage suddenly started!

Yan Jie'er had just put one foot out of the carriage and the other foot was still inside. The carriage suddenly moved and she lost her balance. Her petite body staggered suddenly, and as the carriage swayed forward, she fell backwards due to inertia and fell straight under the carriage!

Shuang'er, who was under the car, was so frightened that her soul was about to fly away. She screamed and reached out to catch it, but she was caught off guard. She saw Yan Jie'er was about to hit the ground with her head and fall hard -

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared from the side at an extremely fast speed. A pair of steady and powerful hands stretched out accurately and just supported Yan Jie'er's shoulders and waist as she fell backwards, holding her steadily in his arms.

The movement was clean and sharp, with an undeniable sense of power. The person seemed afraid of startling the person in his arms, and at the same time, a clear and soothing female voice sounded, in a gentle tone: "Be careful, sister."

The frightened crowd finally saw who it was. It was a strange girl, about fourteen or fifteen, in the prime of her youth.

Her dress was slightly different from that of the common noble ladies in Beijing. Although the material was also the finest Hangzhou silk, the style was simpler and neater, and the color was a calm autumn fragrance color. There was not too much embroidery or trimming, and her hair was also simply combed. She only wore a plain silver hairpin inlaid with jasper, without too many pearls and jades around it.

It was very different from the exquisite style of her sisters who wore pearls and jade on their heads and wore complicated dresses, but she looked elegant and graceful.

What was most striking about her was her appearance and temperament. Unlike the slender, delicate figure of the noble ladies of the capital, her figure was instead well-proportioned and upright, radiating a healthy vitality.

Her facial features are extremely well-made, her eyebrows are dark without any makeup, her lips are red without any lipstick, and her eyes are particularly bright, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, adding a bit of heroic spirit. Together, they form a bright and majestic beauty, with a toughness that is not easily broken hidden in her softness. This is what is meant by "softness with strength".

Looking at her steady lower body and effortless movements when she caught Sister Yan's child just now, it was obvious that she was not a weak woman.

Seeing this, the sisters quickly gathered around. Jin Jie'er and Mingzhu asked Yan Jie'er if she was injured, and hurriedly thanked the strange girl.

Mingzhu was straightforward and outspoken. She expressed her gratitude and asked, "Thank you so much for your help, sister! I wonder which family you are from? We will definitely remember your kindness today."

The young girl simply smiled, gently helped Yan Jie'er, who had already stood firmly in her arms with a slightly red face, and handed her back to her maid Shuang'er. Then she waved her hand and said, "It's just a small favor. When you see someone in danger, it's your duty to help. There's no need to be so polite, sisters, and there's no need to thank me."

She spoke naturally with a clear gaze, and her every move and gesture showed a bit of the unfussy chivalrous demeanor of a chivalrous woman, yet she was not at all rude or reckless. Instead, she exuded a graceful and elegant bearing, a kind of upbringing and confidence deeply rooted in her bones. Even though she was dressed simply, it was difficult to conceal her extraordinary noble demeanor.

After she finished speaking, she did not answer Mingzhu's question about the mansion. She just nodded slightly to everyone again, and then she turned and walked into the shop next door, which they were originally going to, with two maids who were also dressed neatly behind her. Her figure quickly disappeared in the crowd in the store.

After this shock, although Sister Yan was not injured, her face turned pale and she was still in shock, unable to calm down for a long time. Sister Jin, Mingzhu and others also lost interest in continuing to stroll around.

The accident just now was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the excitement and willfulness they had when they went out. Everyone was a little scared. If that unknown girl hadn't intervened in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

The sisters looked at each other and tacitly agreed not to go shopping any further. They simply went into the nearest jewelry store, hastily selected a few novel silk flowers and two unique hairpins for Ayue, then boarded the carriage and told the driver to go straight back to the Rong Enbo Mansion.

On the way back, the carriage was not as noisy as on the way there. Everyone was silently recalling the thrilling scene and the strange sister who came to their rescue without even leaving her name.

Her appearance, her gentle words "be careful, sister", and her calm and composed demeanor are deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.