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.
