Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

It’s like a country bumpkin being very wealthy and capturing them, these pitiful young women. If they don’t comply with this country bumpkin, who knows what he might do to them? Although the term ’country bumpkin’ carries a clearly insulting connotation, it’s precisely how the two feel right now.

They truly looked down on Xufu Town, believing it just had a bigger market but fundamentally sold clothes to a completely different audience than their town - merely a group of nouveau riche. As for the so-called Commerce Association President, he must surely be an old chap decked out in a high hat and gold and silver embroidery, with a belly as if three hundred months pregnant, entirely an old fat head.

The key point being they had to travel such a long way in the winter! It’s simply frustrating.

”Hey, miss, you must protect yourself when the time comes. If the other party proposes some strange requests, you have to refuse, absolutely. Otherwise, the consequences might be more than you can bear alone!” The little maid was very concerned about her mistress.