"Oh, Qing'er, are you sure today's auspicious date wasn't miscalculated? To run into a beheading right as we leave... this is a terrible omen."
Chen Wanqing replied, "The court is punishing evil and upholding justice, ensuring peace for the people. How could that be a terrible omen? It should be a sign of great fortune. Mother, don't worry. I'm sure the road ahead will be completely smooth."
After the prisoner cart finally passed, the group walked out of the alley and onto the street.
Chen Wanqing lifted the curtain to take a look outside.
She wasn't intending to rubberneck, nor did she expect to see her parents.
Her father was too busy to spare a moment. He had gone to patrol the countryside, needing to see the common folk's grain safely stored in their granaries with his own eyes before he could rest easy.
Her mother had gone to help out with the spices.
With Wanqing leaving, the task of making incense had fallen to her mother once again.
