Chang Hong was different from Jixiang. She had once lived a life of assassinations and bloodshed. Her sense of danger was far sharper than Jixiang's.
The owner of the stall was an assassin just like she was in the past.
"Owner, how are you selling these stuffed pies?" Zhao Chuchu asked, feigning ignorance. She walked up to the stall and said, "I did not see you here yesterday. Have you just arrived in the capital? Your pies smell wonderful."
"A meat pie is three cents. A vegetarian pie is one cent. Which one would you like?" the owner asked with a simple smile.
A woman next to the owner squatted down, seemingly starting a fire.
Zhao Chuchu smiled gently and said, "Give me 10 of each."
In the next moment, sparks filled her vision and two swords stabbed out at her simultaneously.
Zhao Chuchu turned her body and evaded this sudden attack. She swiftly retreated a few steps and steadied herself.
"Do you know what I hate the most?"
