Selling umbrellas? Someone had come to Zhao Manor's gates to sell umbrellas?
The old Zhao clan chief decided that this girl had to be an enemy of Zhao Manor. As an enemy, she actually came before her opponent's gates to ask whether they wanted to buy an umbrella? Outrageous! She was clearly using this to mock and humiliate them! This was simply intolerable!
Smack!
The old clan chief slapped the paper umbrella from her hand. The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, stained with rainwater and mud.
A cold drizzle hung in the air.
It was very quiet. Everyone stared at the old clan chief who had knocked away the umbrella. Across from them stood the Mysterious Girl, and beside her lay an exquisite oil-paper umbrella in the mud. The rain continued to fall, drumming against the filthy umbrella with soft pattering sounds. For no reason, everyone felt stifled and oppressed.
The girl bent down and picked up the oil-paper umbrella, carefully wiping away the mud.
Her little hands moved lightly and gently, as though even the slightest force would destroy a beloved treasure. Her phoenix eyes brimmed with grievance. She pressed her lips together and stared blankly at the oil-paper umbrella. Her pained expression, as if she were on the verge of tears, made the gathered men feel ashamed and unable to bear it, as though they had committed some monstrous evil.
Suddenly, perhaps affected by the girl's emotions, the rain in the sky grew heavier. The abruptly intensifying downpour made the guards, retainers, and hired thugs of Zhao Manor feel chilled to the bone. Even with spells, they could not keep the rain from soaking them!
After wiping the paper umbrella clean, Bai Yujun hugged it tightly to her chest.
Paper umbrellas were not easy to make. If