Yu Zichuan had a rare clarity about him, treating fame and fortune as mere dirt and dismissing the powerful as inconsequential.
The Thousand Mechanism Pavilion held a lofty position, not only deeply trusted by Emperor Liang but also on the verge of forging a marital alliance with the Crown Prince Mansion.
It was no exaggeration to say that even the emperor's sons had to show some respect toward the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
However, Yu Zichuan didn't even glance back and simply walked straight toward his own carriage.
Gongsun Ziyu was livid.
She was, after all, the Second Miss of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, and yet someone dared to treat her words as mere noise!
The driver, noticing this, immediately stoked the flames: "Second Miss, look at his attitude! He doesn't take you seriously at all!"
"Do you need to point that out?"
Gongsun Ziyu shot him a glare, then pulled out the whip at her waist and lashed it toward Yu Zichuan.
Her weapon was, surprisingly, also a whip.
