Granny Li looked at Liu Sanniang and blushed. "Miss Liu, please help."
She, a Daoist nun who had been in the sect for 20 years, still had to ask a young lady for help. It was really embarrassing, but she had no choice. She didn't want to die.
Liu Sanniang turned around and Li Jingui walked into the courtyard. When she saw Liu Sanniang's embroidery rack, she was green with envy. Not only was her mystic technique strong, but even her embroidery was extremely good.
This embroidery was even better than the kind which rich ladies wore. It could be sold at a good price.
Liu Sanniang put away the clothes. "Granny Li, what's the matter?"
Granny Li retracted her gaze. "Miss Liu, I had a problem. Three days ago, the mother of Councillor Tan died. He invited me to do a ritual, so I went. Councillor Tan's family is well-off. I just wanted to get more money. Who knew that I would cause trouble?"
