Wei Shao'er, a Benefactor

"I finally found you!"

On Zhang Xuezhou's ninth day running his stall in the West Market, a familiar face appeared before him again.

Compared to two months ago, Wei Shao'er was a little fuller, and her fair face had a rosier glow.

She was also traveling in a luxurious carriage, dressed in colorful silks and satins.

If not for her unchanged face and voice, Zhang Xuezhou would have thought she was a different person.

"Are you here to buy millet?"

He blinked and asked the question casually.

If what Primordial Lord Golden Rosy Clouds said was true, Wei Shao'er, who had taken the Ancestral Dragon's blood, had either died already or begun turning into a man.

He gave her several sympathetic looks.

Although she had survived the danger of death, her body would gradually become more masculine until she became a man full of masculine vigor.

Zhang Xuezhou hoped she would treasure this last stretch of time when she could wear pretty clothes. In a few months or years, clothes like these would no longer suit her at all.

"I'm not buying millet," Wei Shao'er said.

"But I'm selling millet!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed at the stall, indicating that he had changed trades and businesses and didn't want to stir up more trouble.

The sight of Wei Shao'er gave him a headache.

It wasn't that he begrudged casting whatever techniques she might need. Rather, she was dressed so richly that she had clearly latched onto a wealthy patron. If they grew at all close, he was bound to be caught up in it when trouble arose.

Zhang Xuezhou had come to Chang'an City to seek office and rise steadily in a stable life. He couldn't go on running wild with Wei Shao'er.

After all, he had turned over a new leaf