“When you’re back from your adventure, I’ll have the papers done.” Xia’s lips curl, and a complacent smile peeps through. “We’ll do some profitable trading together, nothing like the dubious deals your kinfolk is involved in.”
She opens her arms in a heartfelt embrace. “And don’t you dare pass by, sister, I’ll find you, wherever you are.” Her tight hug enforces her promise, but I had no doubt about that, anyway.
This afternoon turned out to be most enlightening. Xia told me all about trade, including the real reason her Mongolian husband sent her back to her family who"s been in the tea trade for many generations. And now they’re doing so well because Xia’s husband, as a royal guard, had the standing to enlist his in-laws in the Ortogh, the merchant association that allows its member
