"Get ready. When the time comes, your senior sister here will show you the world."
He Xijun patted Zhao Xuanqi's shoulder patronizingly.
...
...
「Meanwhile, in Rong City, Heqing Dao.」
Within Heqing Dao, Rong City was considered a mid-sized city, not nearly as prosperous as major hubs like South Mansion or Tang City.
On a street somewhere in Rong City.
"Qiufen, just back from the market?"
"Ma'am, when will those clothes be ready? It's getting chilly, and autumn's just around the corner."
"Qiufen, has your Yuan come home yet?"
"..."
A plainly dressed, middle-aged woman walked down the street with a bamboo basket on her arm. Looking as if she had just returned from the market, she chatted with a radiant smile as neighbors greeted her.
Only when she was back home with the door shut did the smile vanish from her face, replaced by a cold indifference. She was like a different person. Head bowed, she seemed to be lost in thought.
