Upon seeing Nangong Yi, Mu Zhongli's face turned pale. He surely hadn't forgotten the time he was threatened by his subordinates with a knife when he escorted him to the town. If he hadn't experienced that event firsthand, he would have been cozying up to him now, a seemingly wealthy young master who was quite intimidating!
Unbeknownst to him, this seemingly fierce young master was actually the master of Cai Wei, that naughty girl. Jealousy and annoyance welled up – how did such a good fortune not happen upon his daughter, Cai Ping'er?
His Cai Ping'er was sat with disheveled hair. The brown medicine ointment, from the village's doctor prescription for her hair, was smelly and sticky. When suspended in her hair, it created an embarrassing mess.
