She slipped and fell, the formidable Empress Dowager of Zhan Country landed awkwardly in a puddle.
The old ceremonial priest shouted, "Are you alright?"
Empress Dowager Zhuang protected the bundle in her arms, "I'm fine."
She tried to stand up, but each time she fell back down.
The old ceremonial priest struggled greatly but finally made it close to her, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm.
He had just pulled Empress Dowager Zhuang up, but before they could stand firm, both fell to the ground with a splash.
At that moment, a beggar in his twenties suddenly rushed from behind them, snatched the bundle from the Empress Dowager's hands, and ran off!
"Travel funds!"
Empress Dowager Zhuang's eyes turned cold!
That was the silver meant for Jiaojiao. She had scrimped and saved along the way, not spending a single tael. And now, it was stolen by a petty thief?
Empress Dowager Zhuang was furious!
