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

Wei Yuan now also feels very sorry for little Ximo. With the issues at the Immortal Robe Pavilion, she and Jiunuan both have to leave the Wei Family, and at this time, Xun Xian also has to protect the two of them in Jiangzhou City. Even though Xun Xian has already broken through to the first level of the Core Formation Stage and is currently undergoing the Golden Patrol assessment, saying she often returns to Xufu Town, there really is no time for that.

Meanwhile, the Wei Family is also busy from top to bottom. This winter is slightly warmer, the river isn’t completely frozen, so many clothes need to be sent out urgently. In addition, the number of families in the business association has suddenly increased this year, and there are numerous coordination matters to handle.

Even Wei Zhe can’t find the time to often take care of Miss Xiangxiang’s business. Wei Fei is even busier, with his head nearly flying off. On one hand, he has a child now, and on the other hand, the government is still dealing with a lot of housing arrangements, so he’s busy from day to night.

So, the current situation is very awkward. At the Wei Mansion, both Wei Zhe and Wei Fei, one an uncle, the other a father, have no time. Even old man Wei has no leisure. Now, Wei Yuan, Wei Jiunuan, and Xun Xian also have no time, so only the maids can accompany little Ximo.

Every day, little Ximo stays with the maids, learning many things every day. When there’s free time, there’s no familiar person to play with, which is quite stressful for a seven-year-old child.

Little Ximo is now disobedient, crying loudly as she looks at Yuan’Er in front of her, hugging Wei Yuan tightly: ”I don’t want Sister Yuan’Er to leave, I don’t want Sister Yuan’Er to leave... I want Sister Yuan’Er to stay, just for one more day, okay? Just stay for one more day.”

”After you leave, I won’t have anyone to talk to. Uncle isn’t in the mansion either, and I won’t have anyone to talk to. Sister Yuan’Er, how about staying for one more day, okay? Just stay one more day... It’s snowing outside today too, please don’t go, okay? Stay.”

”Is that okay? Just stay for one more day, leave tomorrow, okay? Just one day, otherwise, I’ll be scared alone at night. Just one day... Please don’t go, okay?”

Desperately begging, children see things very close up. A day seems ample to them, but with the root of the issue unresolved, if Wei Yuan stays one more day, it will still be the same by tomorrow.

Staying for one more day... would make it impossible for her to leave Xufu Town, and Jiunuan might collapse from overwork...

Indeed.

Now, the Immortal Robe Pavilion is terrifyingly busy. It’s no longer just local female cultivators coming to buy clothes, but the news of the Immortal Robe Pavilion has spread far and wide. With styles that cannot be replaced and are exceptionally impressive, the Immortal Robe Pavilion has attracted countless female cultivators.

To avoid making others wait too long, when Wei Yuan has free time, she helps the seamstresses with sewing, and the smiles on their faces have gradually faded.

Crying while earning big money.

It’s too busy, and the key issue is that the Immortal Robe Pavilion has extremely high demands on the quality of the clothes. Often, if the seamstresses slack off even a little, the inspecting staff will immediately return the clothes. Not only will they deduct pay, but it means the clothes were made in vain. While earning money is indeed profitable, arguably the most lucrative business in Xufu Town and the only one of its kind.

On the other hand, though, the pressure is enormous.

So, with various factors in play, Yuan’Er really doesn’t have the time to stay in Xufu Town. Plus, little Ximo still needs to follow the tutor to study, so there’s no alternative.

But Yuan’Er is soft-hearted, seeing little Ximo crying with tears and snot all over. She gently wipes the tears from her face while saying, ”Then, sister will stay with you until you fall asleep, and leave a bit later, okay? Little Ximo has to be good, or when your third uncle comes back and sees you crying like a teardrop, he will probably laugh at you a lot.”

”... Okay.”

Little Ximo agrees grudgingly, looking up at Sister Yuan’Er in front of her: ”Then when will third uncle be back? He’s been gone for such a long, long time, and there’s no news at all now.”

”Third uncle will come back!”