Her routine changed once again.
Every morning, she opened the shop to sell umbrellas, bamboo flutes, and hulusi. In the afternoon, she closed up, expertly gathered the paper umbrellas and shut the wooden panels, changed clothes, and went to the brothel to earn money as a musician. As for what the brothel thought of her, she could not care less. It was merely one fragment of her journey, tempering her heart in the mortal world, a hurried passerby.
The streets grew noisy again, with even more refugees and beggars too numerous to count.
Public order worsened by the day. Those who abducted children and girls now acted openly, theft and robbery were daily occurrences, and stumbling across a corpse on the street was nothing worth being curious about.
Bai Yujun was merely passing through, walking quietly onward.
The clamor of the streets seemed inaudible, as though the world had fallen utterly silent. Everyone was performing a pantomime, while her white-clad figure stood out so glaringly, so utterly out of place with the world...
Those with ill intentions all gave way, avoiding that frightening person.
Outsiders ignorant of the rules tried several times to take advantage of the White-clothed Girl, only to end up with broken bones and torn tendons. Even a wanted bandit had his leg bones casually snapped, leaving him unable to flee before his enemies found him and beat him to death with clubs.
She passed a coffin shop, passed a teahouse, passed a timber store...
Suddenly, Bai Yujun halted and stepped back to the entrance of the timber store. After thinking for a moment, she raised a foot and walked inside.
"I want wood for making a guqin. Remember, only the finest."
"The wood is no problem, but it is very expensive. Miss, do you have enough