Shen Hua slept late yesterday, and was greeted by the noisy chatter from below the inn early this morning, disturbing her peaceful dreams. She emerged from her room, drowsy and yawning.
Her eyes misty with sleep, she covered her mouth and let out a soft yawn.
Leaning against the railing, she caught sight of a plump little boy sitting downstairs in the hall.
Her consciousness slowly gathered back.
The newly appointed Magistrate of Fengzhou. His sole and younger son by a year or so.
Even if unwilling to admit it, the laws of Da Qi clearly favored men and never showed the slightest bias towards girls.
Now the embroidery workshop was justifiably managed by Shen Qu, and if she were to grab it directly, it would appear illegitimate.
But this embroidery workshop should not bear the Shen name.
Wang Xu could indeed...
