On the day Helian Xiao was sent to Gumo, the whole city crowded on the street to watch the excitement.
He was riding on a horse, wearing an old black robe, with wounds on his face, looking as desolate as a bereaved dog.
Suddenly, an apricot blossom flew out of the crowd and hit him squarely on the head.
He looked up and saw half a face leaning out of the window on the second floor, with crescent-shaped almond eyes and a smile like a cat that had stolen something.
The lieutenant behind him whispered: "Your Majesty, that is Lin Zhiyi, the youngest daughter of the Lin family, the richest man in the city."
Helian Xiao took the apricot flower off his shoulder and crushed a petal with his fingertips.
"The Lin family," he whispered, "are they very rich?"
The lieutenant general swallowed: "... There are six brothers who are rich."
