She was an orphan from a destroyed family, and she had been waiting in a brothel for ten years for a chance to kill her enemy.
However, the enemy's daughter ran into her arms and softly called "sister". The moon was very bright that night when Zhong Niannian decided to go to the brothel.
Too good to be a night worth climbing over.
When she slipped out of the back corner door of the Zhong Mansion, she carried the scraps of silver she had saved for three months in her arms. She was wearing a short brown piece of coarse cloth stolen from the stable - it was too big. Her sleeves were rolled up three times and tied around her waist with a straw rope. From a distance, she looked like a half-grown girl who had not grown out yet.
