Begging Bitterly

Seven days later.

The beginning of the first month, in the depth of winter.

The entire Anyi Prefecture was enveloped in a cold white mist.

On the bustling main street, a seemingly unremarkable carriage drove along the prosperous and lively street toward the official mansion.

Just as the carriage reached the end of the main street, a pale hand lifted up the carriage curtain. She gazed past the moving crowd at the entrance to a pharmacy.

A group of people had congregated there and were gossiping while pointing fingers at a kneeling girl.

"What's going on?"

"This girl had come before dawn and wishes to buy from the Liangyuan Pharmacy on credit."

"But the pharmacy isn't a charity."

"Shopkeeper! Please bestow a blood-clotting cinnabar fruit. I can work for the pharmacy for the rest of my life to repay this debt!" The girl shuffled forward on her knees while shouting at the people inside pharmacy.