Hong Xiu thought it over and over before saying, "I haven't thought of anything yet. I'll tell you once I do."
"All right." Li Mu Yang smiled. "I'm the one who owes you, anyway. I'll keep it in my heart."
Hong Xiu invited Li Mu Yang inside and said, "The front is a shopfront used to sell silk and cloth. It also serves to conceal us. The imperial family and the Song Clan are digging three feet into the ground, determined to exterminate us. Who would have thought that the Lu Clan still had a silk shop openly doing business on Xuanwu Avenue? Business is actually pretty good every day, and we have quite a bit of silver left over each month."
Looking at the way Hong Xiu was dressed, Li Mu Yang asked, "You're the owner of this silk shop?"
"I'm not the owner. I'm the owner's wife. I can't handle business matters like this. I just come out occasionally to show my face, so no one suspects that I'm some suspicious character. Do you think I look ugly like this?"
Li Mu Yang nodded, then shook his head. "You'll get used to it after looking at it for a while."
"If I looked too good, I'd always attract gossip. Dressed like this, anyone who saw me once wouldn't want to look a second time. That saves me a lot of trouble."
"You've suffered," Li Mu Yang sighed softly.
"Suffered? The Lu Clan has met with a great disaster. This is something no one wanted to happen." Hong Xiu's face was also full of sorrow. "Besides, Master and I both owe Old Man Lu a great debt. If not for him, we probably wouldn't still be alive. A drop of water should be repaid with a surging spring. What