In the name of the City Lord.
Even if their children's means of livelihood is cut off, relying on their identity and status, whatever they do, it shouldn't be this difficult.
It's just that...
Liu Ru wasn't planning to continue talking.
Saying more wouldn't help; without dealing with the master in person, it's hard to understand how someone like her can survive in this world.
Soon enough,
Baiyu and Liu Ru arrived in front of the Furong Pavilion, a courtyard filled with floral fragrances, a rarity even within the entire garden.
Inside the Furong Pavilion,
a young woman with long white robes, long hair over her shoulders, and a handsome face, was holding a paintbrush, sketching dragons and serpents on a large canvas spread out in the pavilion.
The girl was utterly engrossed in her painting.
She didn't even notice Baiyu and Liu Ru's arrival.
