Chapter 387: Deeply Rooted

At this moment, in the darkness of night, a simple, unassuming carriage slowly made its way to Shengjing.

Inside the carriage sat two men and two women.

Her soft, melodious voice was like an oriole's throat, saying things like, "Madam, please have some water to soothe your throat," and "Madam, let me massage your shoulders."