They followed all the way through Yunhe City, and the more they followed, the more their breathing grew uneven, because the cart ahead of them did not slow down even once, and the small veiled figure walking beside it looked as calm as someone strolling through a flower market instead of throwing money away like fallen leaves in autumn.
One of the men licked his dry lips and edged closer until their shoulders were almost touching. He glanced around first, then lowered his voice so much it was barely more than breath.
"That cart…" he muttered, staring so hard his eyes looked ready to pop out. "Do you even see how much she's buying? Seashells, one stop after another, and she keeps paying like she has no end to his money. I'm telling you, that person is carrying enough gold to feed a whole street for years."
The man beside him swallowed hard.
