The cold night was pitch-black and biting.
Yet inside Ruizhu Palace, it was warm as spring.
The Luminous Pearl in the corner emitted a gentle glow, illuminating the splendid inner hall.
Bai Zhi'er's soft black hair draped over her shoulders, her small body buried under the covers.
Her big eyes blinked as she pondered how to make money.
Brother Fu Ce surely wasn't wealthy either.
She had asked Sister Qingmei tonight.
As a marquis, even if the monthly salary is high, receiving 200 taels each month.
But over two thousand taels would require Feng Fuce to work strenuously for more than ten months.
Bai Zhi'er thought about how hard Feng Fuce worked, yet she had nearly spent a year's worth of his salary.
The little one's heart couldn't bear it!
Just then, a coughing sound came from outside the door.
Qingmei's concerned voice followed.
"Le Qiu, are you sick? I've heard you've been coughing for almost two days now."
