When A Qiang woke up, she found something bouncing around on her head. Furious, she was about to teach it a lesson when her disciple’s grandson hurried over. After she went back, she discovered that her enormous estate had been nearly squandered away by her spendthrift disciple. After giving him a good beating, she had no choice but to return to her old trade and open an inn. Later, she went to visit an old friend and was talked into opening another one on the Netherworld’s side. Well, she could call it “poverty relief” and keep it running!
Aside from the romance, which is practically nonexistent, does this story have pretty much every other kind of relationship? A slow burn.
P.S. Some parts of the story have been artistically embellished. Please don’t take them as real.
Come on, author! ٩(๑^O^๑)۶