He had seen sickly beauties before, but he had never come across one to this extent.
Yesterday, she was able to withstand the cold breeze and dug up holes to pick bones in the middle of the night. Today, she looked like she was a step away from death.
'This feels like a hoax.'
Zhao Xuanjing was also a little skeptical about her. But this person had saved his life after all. Regardless of whether she was really good at fortune-reading or it was just blind luck, he owed her a favor. He had to go and see her in person.
Immediately, he asked his man to turn the carriage around.
"We are traveling in a simple and crude manner. If you don't mind, Ms. Xie, you can ride in my carriage." Zhao Xuanjing's temperament is a bit cold, and he did not look very approachable. However, he was still saying in a polite way.
She propped herself up.
Then she took two steps forward.
Suddenly she halted again.
