Her sisters, who were not born to the same mother, had no idea how hard their lives were. They played chess, calligraphy, painting, knitting and knitting every day, and even spoke in a whisper like a mosquito.
That kind of life is not what she wants.
Although Qingyun Villa is a martial arts family and women are allowed to practice martial arts, the supreme martial arts passed down from their ancestors are passed down to men rather than women. Therefore, although her sisters know some martial arts, they can only be used for self-protection.
On the contrary, she, a born "idiot", actually learned a lot of advanced martial arts due to fate.
Not long after Yun Rongrong came out of Heng'an Building, she clearly heard the sound of horse hooves and horse beating coming from the distance.
"Make way, give way, hurry up!"
A burst of shouting came from far away as the sound of horse hooves approached, and in just a moment, three people and three horses were seen galloping past in front of them.
The speed was so fast that dust was flying wherever it passed, and passers-by covered their noses and tried to avoid it.
"Isn't that someone from the palace? It seems that the leader has a yellow scroll in his hand."
"Isn't it? It seems to be an imperial decree."
"But isn't the direction they are heading towards the South City Gate? They have to leave the city to read the imperial edict?"
"Who knows, maybe he's going to Qingyun Villa."
"..."
The whispers of passers-by continued to reach her ears, and Yun Rongrong glanced at the direction in which the three people were riding away.
That is indeed where the South City Gate is.
She stood there, her brows slightly furrowed, a look of thought in her clear, dark eyes.
Is the imperial edict directed at Qingyun Villa?
But then I thought about it, so what? What does it have to do with her being an "idiot"?
My heart immediately relaxed, and I still walked slowly towards the South City Gate in a leisurely pace.
It was already getting west, and although there were not many people on the street, there were still people coming and going, making it very lively.
Yun Rongrong's men's clothing has always been very eye-catching.
Walking on the street, many young ladies and young wives stared at her from afar.
But she seemed unaware, just walking her own way, obviously already used to it.
Every time at this time, some girls would come towards me, wanting to have a chance encounter or something.
But I didn't see any movement from Yun Rongrong, so I always passed her by without even touching the edge of her clothes.
It was the same now. She walked briskly. Whenever a woman walked by her, she always kept a foot away and could not get any closer no matter what.
However, at this moment, Yun Rongrong saw not far ahead, several men wearing short clothes and sinister faces holding sticks, surrounding an old man who was selling noodles on the roadside.
The old man had white hair, was skinny as a stick, and was dressed in ragged clothes. He looked extremely pitiful.
At this moment, he was clasping his hands together and talking to those people with a pleading look on his face.
It stands to reason that at such a long distance, most people cannot hear the sounds over there clearly.
However, although Yun Rongrong's martial arts is not a great achievement now, it has already achieved some success, and she is already considered a leader among her peers.
Therefore, even though she was more than a hundred meters away, she heard the situation over there clearly.
It turned out that those people were just bullies. Seeing that the old man was easy to bully, they wanted to collect protection money from him.
