As a pawn for a certain powerful figure, Sang Rongrong had hidden her identity and strength for decades on end.
To maintain her cover.
Every few days, she would visit Baiyun Temple to worship The Three Pristine Ones, casually donating a few copper coins to show her piety.
On the surface, she was a Mundane at a tailor shop.
In reality, she was a Hundred-Knowing Envoy of the Hundred Knowing Pavilion, responsible for selling all sorts of secret information about the Court and the Martial World.
To this end,
she had even gone so far as to learn exquisite embroidery skills.
TAP TAP...
Having just returned from Baiyun Temple, Sang Rongrong hadn't even had time to remove her hairpin when a series of hurried knocks echoed at her door.
"Who is it?"
Her brow furrowed. She carefully pulled the door open a crack, and her expression changed the moment she saw who was outside.
"Quick, get in!"
"Why are you here?"
