Richest Mogul

Chapter 1937

The surrounding houses were all unevenly built from earth, some tall and some short.

There weren't many people on the streets. Most passersby wore straw hats or veils to shield themselves from the swirling sand.

Her sudden appearance didn't attract any attention. This unexpected lack of reaction left her momentarily at a loss.

Taking a closer look, she noticed many beggars lying by the roadside.

Their clothes were tattered beyond recognition-the original colors completely faded.

These people looked weak and lifeless, their gazes hollow and empty.

Feeling uneasy, she walked forward, trying to find something-or someone- familiar. But of all the times she had traveled, this was the most unfamiliar place yet.

She wasn't sure where she had ended up. Had an even longer time passed this time?

The pedestrians moved hurriedly. Steadying herself, she stopped one of them.

"Excuse me, where is this place?" The person she stopped was a middle-aged

woman.

She wore coarse linen clothes, though they weren't in tatters. However, she was thin and covered her mouth and nose with a simple veil.

Hearing Vivian's question, the woman sized her up from head to toe.

was luxurious, unmistakably belonging to a

is Briarpatch. Did you get separated from your family? You need to find a place to hide or go to the authorities. Don't

she

Briarpatch?

more, but

on what Briarpatch was-she knew that

beggars...

the corners

saw unmoving

the ground. Without getting closer, she couldn't tell

a

era, she understood in that moment

Without hesitation, she stepped into a nearby

dirt,

the ragged garments she messed up

back on

from

few

ground and weaving

in.

out a compact powder

to a dull