Jingle, jingle~
At dusk, horse bells and hawkers' cries echoed along the streets of a foreign land.
The three members of Northern Zhou's Ministry of Punishments Office walked down the street, discussing their current case. Chief Constable Shen Cang should originally have been in charge, but Jiang Xiao Biao had proved far too domineering. A changing of the guard had already taken place: they were now Official Jiang and her two deputies.
Jiang Xian wore a grassland girl's short dress, with a six-foot Horse-Slaying Saber slung over her shoulder and a large apple in her hand. She looked imposing, with a touch of devil-may-care swagger, but she was not particularly happy.
After all, that great hand hovering relentlessly over her head was completely insane!
The diary had warned her not to sleep with Xie Jinhuan. Yet after she was ordered to the grasslands, she closed her eyes and opened them again, only to find herself suddenly in the Southern Dynasty. She had even woken up lying in Xie Jinhuan's arms, with his hand inside her clothes, and then been told to take Xie Jinhuan back and sleep with him...
That would have been bad enough, but once she returned to the grasslands, it was one task today and another tomorrow. She had practically investigated her way into becoming the "Long River Tribe's greatest batur," yet she still had no idea what she was actually supposed to do.
And two days ago, a new entry had appeared in the Xian'er Diary, telling her to visit the Big Bowl Bowl Tavern every day.
To look at what?
How big the proprietress's bowls were, so she could envy herself to death?
Though she was full of complaints, after all this time, Jiang Xian had also come to feel that the "invisible hand" seemed