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.

belonging to a young lady

your family? You need to find a place to

she spoke, then

Briarpatch?

but the woman had already

was no time to dwell on what Briarpatch was-she knew that

many beggars...

the corners

saw

she

she caught a faint, rotting stench lingering

a peaceful era, she understood in that moment this town was chaotic

glanced down at her own clothes. Without hesitation,

rolled it in the dirt, then tore at it a few times until it

the ragged garments she messed up

back on

from

a few dry

and weaving

in.

she pulled out a compact powder from her bundle and

a