Plucking Fortune, Seen Off Through Tears

The cause of this matter had to be told starting from yesterday.

Yesterday, just after noon.

Luo Fang, the steward of the menial servants, was dispatching his servants to sweep the mountain and clear the roads, busying themselves beneath the blazing sun.

Suddenly, he spotted a sedan chair approaching along the distant mountain path.

He leaped onto a huge boulder and gazed into the distance, hoping to make out some clue. If it was one of Madam Wen's friends from the martial world, he could seize the chance to curry favor and perhaps reap some benefit.

The sedan chair was vermilion, with curtains of red silk hanging from it.

An embroidered "Martial" character adorned it.

This kind of standard-issue sedan chair came from the imperial court's Earth Officials. In all of Qingning County, only County Magistrate Lin Guolong was entitled to such specifications.

"How strange. Could County Magistrate Lin have business with Madam Wen?"

Luo Fang thought to himself.

He had followed Madam Wen for a long time and had naturally seen his share of the world. He immediately pulled himself together and hurriedly ordered people to clear the road so that the official could ride smoothly.

"Pick up every last pebble and stray branch!"

"I'm telling you, County Magistrate Lin's backside is worth more than our heads!"

The servants worked all the harder under his barking orders. In truth, even if there were pebbles in the road, they could not possibly jolt the county magistrate's backside. The sedan bearers possessed profound cultivation; no matter how steep the road, they could keep the sedan chair steady.

Luo Fang always had to find a chance to show himself off, even if it was useless effort.

Before long, the sedan chair arrived outside the manor.

"County Magistrate Lin, what brings you here?