Watching the figure in the hemp cloak drift away on the red cloud.
Wuyan Lanzhu pouted, "What the heck! His Majesty the Emperor gives our tribes so many books every year. Look at how you fumble around with them, I've read way more books than you!"
Of course, she couldn't say this to her 'benefactor'; she could only grumble privately.
"Sigh!"
She took another glance at that silhouette, turned her horse around, feeling dejected.
Mumbling to herself, "I was thinking, if you were handsome, I would ask you if you'd like to stay since I have cattle, sheep, horses, and a ranch. If you weren't handsome, I would just give you five cows... Sigh, you just left like that; are you handsome or not?"
She then gently smacked her mouth. "Wuyan Lanzhu, oh Wuyan Lanzhu, how can you be so shallow?"
Then she laughed brightly again.
Her cattle, sheep, and ranch were all safeguarded, and she's not worried about finding a handsome lad. The future is as clear as this sky.
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