Jia Huan, the concubine of the Rongguo Mansion, wore old robes, lived in a deserted courtyard, had his monthly money deducted, and was made to kneel in the ancestral hall.
His aunt said he was not worthy of wearing silk, and his servants laughed at him as "the son of a concubine".
Jia Huan did not argue, and turned around and was admitted to the Zhenfu Division. He changed into black regular clothes and wore an embroidered spring knife.
Returning to the corner gate of Rongguo Mansion, the concierge's knees were half weak: "Jia... Jia Xiaowei?"
From dark black to silvery white, from silvery white to golden purple, the flying fish patterns are more impressive than the other.
Mrs. Wang debited his account, and he came to collect it with a summons from the Zhenfu Division.
Lai gulped down his money, and he asked about the case file.
It's time to write the rules of Rongguo Mansion in a different way.
Reader comments
There is no worst, only worse
Are all the new recruits so arrogant? Come up and investigate the case on your own!
I can't stand it anymore. The author may want to write a style closer to that of martial arts in the past. The writing turned out to be awkward, and I couldn't tell what it felt like. Anyway, it's very awkward to see
Not good, the characters have no emotions. Moreover, the plot is extremely delayed. It would take a talent to write a hundred chapters about one thing.
There is no worst, only worse
Are all the new recruits so arrogant? Come up and investigate the case on your own!
I can't stand it anymore. The author may want to write a style closer to that of martial arts in the past. The writing turned out to be awkward, and I couldn't tell what it felt like. Anyway, it's very awkward to see
Not good, the characters have no emotions. Moreover, the plot is extremely delayed. It would take a talent to write a hundred chapters about one thing.