Dewdrop Town had gained a mysterious female wandering swordsman, along with a black horse.
Bai Yujun discovered that the human world was even more perilous than the Southern Wilderness Hundred Thousand Mountains. Birds and beasts excelled at ambushes and hunting; among humans, schemes for power, open attacks and hidden arrows—one misstep meant eternal damnation.
Look, here came another one to kick a man when he was down. Uh, or perhaps spit down a well full of stones.
The warm sunlight made the blood throughout her body boil, leaving her mind especially clear. She took the opportunity to hurry up and make oil-paper umbrellas. Her stock was running low; as a peddler, having no goods in hand made her heart flutter with unease.
Her dagger swished as it cut fine bamboo into strips, while her eyes looked toward the door.
Ever since Ren Zhuo, that unlucky fellow, had arrived in Dewdrop Town, there had been no end of excitement. Important figures whose shadows could not normally be seen had come in an unbroken stream of carriages and horses. Now even the Liang Kingdom's Seventh Princess had come in state to visit her fiancé. Tsk tsk, what deep affection indeed.
Once money and power entered the picture, there was no true feeling between people.
Outside the door, the Seventh Princess stood lofty above all. First, a maid carried over a brocade stool and helped her slowly descend from the carriage, while her other hand lifted her skirt. She displayed aristocratic etiquette to the fullest; every gesture carried an air of splendor. To put it bluntly, even the dogs in aristocratic households carried an aristocratic air—their barks held a kind of romance and poetry.
Ren Zhuo now wore his hair cropped short and dressed in neat, capable clothes. In only a few days,