Chapter 5.1 - Merchant (1/2)

Another ten days passed.

Jiang Lî quickly adapted to the harsh life on the mountain. Although she had endless work to do every day, could not eat her fill, slept in a damp place, and was often bullied, Jiang Lî quickly adapted to it.

Perhaps she was too quiet and obedient these days. For the first time, the nunnery’s head nun, Jing An, took the initiative to come and see her.

Head Nun Jing An was a young woman in her twenties. It was said that she had once been the wife of a rich family. After her husband died, she went to the mountain and had her hair shaved to become a Buddhist nun.

A few days ago, Jiang Lî had noisily demanded to go back to Yanjing after hearing the matter of Marquis Ning Yuan’s young master’s marriage, and almost fought with Head Nun Jing An.

Head Nun Jing An came over and glanced at Jiang Lî, said a few polite words of concern and then left without giving them a single thing.

Tong’er placed her hands on her hips and spat at the departing back of Head Nun Jing An, saying, “Pah! Stingy old woman!”

Jiang Lî smiled and said, “She is much younger than an old woman.”

In reality, Head Nun Jing An was only in her twenties. Although she was wearing a grey robe, it couldn’t hide her slender and graceful figure. Furthermore, her appearance was exquisite. It was just that her attitude towards the two of them was somewhat condescending.

“What’s the use of being young?” Tong’er pursed her lips, “She’s already a nun here. Does she have a choice other than serving Buddha for the rest of her life? Can she eat meat or wear pretty dresses?”

“I don’t know if she eats meat, but she definitely eats better meals than the two of us. Whether she wears or doesn’t wear pretty dresses, her Buddhist robe is definitely thicker than ours,” Jiang Lî replied.

“Hateful!” Tong’er was furious.

“Not only that,” Jiang Lî continued explaining to her. “Although she wasn’t wearing jewelry, she used Yanjing’s Apricot Spring workshop’s cosmetics, Red Sleeve house’s silver case fragrant ointment, also the osmanthus flower hair oil from Fragrant Refined Building.”

Tong’er’s jaw dropped, and only after a long time did she say, “This is… Isn’t it too fancy?! That’s not right,” she came back to her senses and stared at Jiang Lî with sparkling eyes, “How did young miss know?”