Pei Qin watched her moving as if flying on the wind and couldn't help but sigh. She must have lived too carefree in her last life, that jealous heaven couldn't bear to watch and sent her through time to this suffocating place to become a woman of hard labor!
Speaking of Pei Qin's glorious history, that truly was a legend.
And now, Pei Qin carried two large bundles of dry firewood on her back, Lady Fang had become a joke, and she had become a tragedy. Together, they were simply one big tragic play!
With two hefty bundles of firewood on her back, Pei Qin walked while mentally protesting strongly, comforting herself with the thought of money.
With a speed slow as a turtle, she doubted she would even catch lunch.
Walking a distance, resting for a while, just as Pei Qin was about to collapse from exhaustion, she at last reached the town.
It seemed she was lucky today, having cut dry wood. She hadn't even passed two alleys when someone took interest in buying her firewood.
