The little one happily ran over, the small topknot on her head bobbing up and down.
Her small, round face was beaming with joy. Seeing Mo Lingwei, she unconsciously broke into a sweet, soft smile.
"Brother, where are we going?"
"Since you're a Village Chief now, you should have some fine clothes. I'll take you to the palace and have the court embroideresses measure you for a few new outfits."
After Mo Lingwei finished speaking, Shen Ningning quickly said, "Then wait for me, okay!"
With that, she turned and ran towards the tea shed.
Mo Lingwei's gaze swept over. Under the bright, scorching sun, a simple tea shed was packed with refugees, both inside and out.
Just the smell alone was a bit pungent, even from a fair distance away.
His spies had been privately reporting all of Shen Ningning's recent activities to him, so he knew exactly what the little one was up to.
