After Duan Wang Fei’s procession had passed, the green cloth covered carriage that Wei Ran Shuang sat in started to sway as it made its way forward again. When she came out of the carriage, Wei Ran Shuang looked at the relatively bare door of her family’s fu. There weren’t any sedans. She held her yahuan’s hand as she walked in. Her family home was just this big, there were no high-ranking officials and basically no space to stand on protocol.