Chapter 133

What kind of human misery was this? As she ate a sweet potato, she wondered how on earth she was going to leave this place. She had tried; her past martial arts prowess was still intact. Scaling walls and climbing trees was child's play, and her fists could shatter stones. The problem was that she understood nothing of the current situation outside, and she had no money. Aside from street performance, the only ways to make a living were begging along the streets or finding some blind proprietor who failed to recognize her sex and hired her as a waiter—which at least counted as a stable job in society. Just as she was pondering whether to leave, two women whose clothes resembled Xiaocui's walked into the kitchen.