Bai Yujun was thinking very seriously about something.
With both hands clasped behind her head and her feet kicking against the desk, she rocked back and forth on the chair's two legs, comfortably swaying.
Proper sitting posture and ladylike restraint had long been tossed to the back of her mind. Bai Moulong's rules were the rules.
Once the runners had finished their work, Deputy County Magistrate Du brought the inspection results for Bai Yujun to review.
The old hand skilled at maneuvering through officialdom sighed. Having witnessed so many children brutally murdered, anyone with even a shred of humanity would grieve. A suffocating desolation pressed against his heart. They were all human—how could anyone commit such wicked deeds?
After pondering it for a long while, he still could not understand why some people enjoyed killing. Perhaps they were devils by nature.
He wanted a drink of water but could not swallow any, leaving him only to sigh.
The two officials standing behind her exchanged glances. Deputy County Magistrate Du nodded, and County Lieutenant Gao stepped forward helplessly.
"Your Highness, more and more refugees have flooded into our county over the past half month. The rebel army is powerful. Your Highness should move into the county seat as soon as possible."
Deputy County Magistrate Du nodded alongside him.
Other nobles wished they could live in the most prosperous cities, yet this Princess preferred remote villages and towns.
There were no towering walls, nor enough soldiers. If anything happened, the officials from county to commandery would, at best, lose their posts and, at worst, lose their lives. She was practically a living ancestor.
Bai Yujun looked toward the mountains across the river, utterly unconcerned.
"It is nothing. Petty bandits are not worth mentioning."
The two men looked helpless upon hearing this. Perhaps