The ladies of Chang'an were not usually secluded in the depths of their homes, yet Ran Yan found it strange, what could possibly make them disregard their pride and dignity?
"I need to go out and see!" Ran Yun was so anxious that she scratched her head, she had no interest in husbandry duties at present, with fascinating things happening, she couldn't miss out.
Without caring for the gazes of others, she grabbed Ran Yan and Han Xun and ran downstairs, and the young masters on the ground floor had already gone out to watch.
A crowd had already gathered in the distance, by the time Ran Yan and her companions arrived, they could only see fallen guards scattered on the ground and a noble lady in apricot-red attire holding a whip, confronting a man in a dark robe.
Ran Yan's heart skipped a beat, she looked towards the man holding a plain white oiled-paper umbrella, clad in a dark round-necked robe, and couldn't help but be surprised—Su Fu?
