Early morning.
In the middle of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, Huazhou City, the capital of the Daxing Dynasty, was unbearably hot and sweltering like a big steamer.
Located in the most prosperous area of Huazhou City, Duke Xia's Mansion is in the most remote small courtyard.
"Woo..."
Amidst the crying and shaking, Xia Xiaoji opened her eyes. In front of her eyes was still the dilapidated house with air leakage everywhere, and beside her was still the little girl Qiu Shuang.
After just one glance, Xia Xiaoji closed her eyes dejectedly.
The little girl's cries lingered in her ears, and the shaking continued.
