The voice sounded vaguely familiar.
But when she looked closely, she saw the face of a strange man.
The man looked to be in his thirties, with a plain appearance and shabby clothes that hinted at poverty.
But Ye Chutang had always had an excellent memory, and she was certain she had heard this man's voice before.
She just couldn't place the face, no matter how hard she tried.
Then, she watched the man haggle with the vendor for a while before finally picking out two wild ginseng roots and a few deer antlers and leaving.
Watching the man's retreating figure, Ye Chutang narrowed her eyes slightly.
Just then, she heard someone nearby whispering.
"Isn't that someone from Prince Jing Mansion?"
Ye Chutang's heart skipped a beat.
The vendor was clearly startled as well. "What? Y-You're saying that was... someone who works for the Fourth Prince!? Then doesn't that mean—"
