Before the sprightly old man could devise a way to correct his disciple’s problematic personality, Jun Xiaomo’s body collapsed under the weight of the pressures weighing on both her mind and body.

Earlier today, Jun Xiaomo had sat by the window of the carriage, staring blankly at the passing scenery with an emotionless look on her face. The only two people in the carriage were Jun Xiaomo and the sprightly old man. They hardly knew each other, and there was therefore no impetus to break the silence with each other either. The atmosphere within the carriage was thus incredibly stifling.

Ye Xiuwen’s master had forced him to take the reins of this horse carriage as well. After all, Ye Xiuwen’s master was already an old bag of bones, and such hard labour was naturally not suitable for someone like him. On the other hand, Ye Xiuwen was young and strong, and there was no one more suited to taking the reins than he was.

As for Jun Xiaomo, the old man had time and again assured Ye Xiuwen that he would be keeping a close eye on her, and nothing would go wrong.

Ye Xiuwen was initially reticent to agree to the old man’s arrangement. He knew that he would never be able to set his heart at ease unless he personally looked after Jun Xiaomo. Otherwise,...