109 Going to a Quiet Place (1/2)
Later that day, when the sun was preparing to set. A small carriage had been prepared by the back door. Fen Chun's slightly red-rimmed eyes gazed out her window and upon the plain carriage.
Where would it go? She wondered, would it go to a place far away? If it was going someplace far away, then she would also want to join in for the ride. It did not matter where it was going, as long as that place was not here.
”Come, let's go.” Servant Zhao held onto a small bundle, and led Fen Chun down the stairs, urging her onto the carriage. The young girl stopped in fear. She had wanted to get on the carriage, as long as it was going somewhere far away, but that place it was going? Would it be worse than here?
”Where am I going?” Fen Chan asked nervously, looking at the plain carriage, and the bag servant Zhao was holding.
”Away from everything. Madam has allowed for you to leave.” Servant Zhao said, stuffing the bag into her hands, urging her onto the carriage.
”But… ” Fen Chun wanted to say something but was interrupted. Her words swallowed back down, maybe forgotten.
”Isn't this what you wanted, well now your wish is granted, just leave while she hasn't regretted her decision.” Servant Zhao snapped angrily. This was a choice, that in her mind was clear on what should be picked, between staying or leaving. If she had been presented with the same choice back then, she would have chosen to leave without hesitation.
Yet why did this foolish girl seem so hesitant?
Fen Chun no longer said a word, getting on the carriage.
Servant Zhao watched as the driver urged the horse forward and drive a distance before going back into the Hundred Flower Hall.
”She has left.” Servant Zhao plainly stated to madam Lu, who had her dainty fingers wrapped around a silver goblet. Her jewelry glistened in the last rays of sunset.
”Get ready for tonight.” The woman said with a heavy sigh. She left the goblet on the table the liquid within still untouched. Her perfume lingered behind her as she left.
”Of course.”
The carriage stopped. Fen Chun peered out the window, looking to see if there was anyone around. All she could see was a barren street devoid of people. The street had many old houses, that seemed to be built long ago before the border town gained the prosperity it had today, these were probably the hoses the first settlers lived in. So old and decrypted, it was perhaps once filled with life and joys from celebrations, but the old structure had fallen to disuse.
Seeing that there was no one, she slung the bag over her shoulders and took a large step to get off the carriage.
The servant who had just driven her here did not seem surprised with her unladylike manner. He had long known that these women were not the ladies of the boudoir. Coming from common backgrounds. He bid farewell to her and drove the carriage off, leaving Fen Chun in front of a worn-down house on an empty street.