So, they would go through the Suo Bridge.
Because of the crowd, traffic was tight, and progress was quite slow.
Maybe she could still catch up.
No, she must catch up.
The market was closed on the first day of the lunar new year, and no carriages could be rented, but the elderly neighbor had some.
Gu Jiao went to knock on his door, saying she needed to go to the temple to offer incense.
The old priest nodded and hurriedly asked Liao Quan to drive the carriage, taking Gu Jiao to the temple.
The road was fine at first, but it became congested as they approached the temple.
The road was already narrow, and half of it was sealed off for a noble's exclusive passage.
Gu Jiao lifted the curtain: "Uncle Liu, you go back first, I'll walk from here."
"Are you sure?" Liao Quan looked at the vast sea of people, somewhat worried.
"It's not far off." Gu Jiao jumped off the carriage.
She squeezed through the crowd until she reached the riverbank.