The maidservant who contacted the assassin brought back a reply to Xie Yao two days later.
"Young Miss, there is news from the assassin you asked Nubi to contact," the maidservant stood in front of Xie Yao, her face devoid of the joy of accomplishing a task, only filled with unease and fear.
"What did they say?" Xie Yao's hand trembled, almost smudging her eyebrows. She put down her eyebrow pencil and said expressionlessly, "They don't want to take the job?"
"The contact person said that there are no assassins left in the capital," the maidservant replied.
"What do you mean?!" Xie Yao exclaimed.
"A few months ago, there were several assassination incidents in the capital. The court ordered a thorough investigation, so the assassins either fled or were captured. The assassins' organization was completely wiped out by the court. The remaining few who managed to escape believed that being an assassin had no future and switched to other professions," the maidservant spoke in a low voice as she continued. She was afraid of provoking Xie Yao's anger and instinctively took a step back.
Xie Yao recalled hearing about the assassination incidents in the capital a few months ago. She looked at the maidservant, whose face was filled with fear, "Is it possible to contact that assassin named Wu San?"
The maidservant shook her head, "The contact person said that Wu San may have already perished. There has been no news about him for several months."
"I understand," Xie Yao thought expressionlessly. If Heaven wanted Hua Liuli to live a few more days, she would endure a few more days. She would think of other ways when her father arrived in the capital.
"Earning money is really difficult," even though summer had not arrived, Wu San was already wearing a short-sleeved jacket. He sat in front of his stall and greeted customers.
"Boss, why does your lamb noodle soup only have two pieces of lamb? The stall next door has two more pieces of meat and it's even cheaper by one copper coin," a customer complained while holding his bowl of noodles, "You can't do business like this."
"Not enough?" the woman who was wiping the table picked up the knife from the table and approached the customer.
"Let's talk it out. Don't use the knife," the customer was startled.
"Heh," the woman sneered, and in a flash of the knife, the two pieces of lamb placed on the noodles turned into more than ten evenly sized pieces, scattered on the noodles.
"Is this enough lamb for you?" the woman slammed the knife onto the cutting board with a sharp look in her eyes.
"Yes, yes, it's enough," the customer shrank his neck in fear, picked up his chopsticks, and began eating. When it was time to pay, he gave a thumbs-up to the female boss and said, "You have great knife skills, boss."
Wu San put the coins paid by the customer into the drawer and quietly added a spoonful of hot water to the pot.
As the sun grew hotter, there were fewer customers eating noodles. Wu San sat on a small stool and asked the woman who was peeling garlic, "How much silver did we earn this month, excluding the cost of various ingredients?"
"Taking away the cost of ingredients, we lost one or two silver this month," Wu Si said with a stern face, "It's better than last month when we lost five taels of silver."
The two looked at each other and sighed together. The life of ordinary people was really difficult.
After parting ways with the young master that day, instead of returning to the city immediately, they stayed in a cottage in the countryside for a while. When they returned to the capital, they learned that their organization had been wiped out. The most bizarre thing was that the two captured Junzhus had already been rescued.
As for how the young master's men were discovered and how the hostages were rescued, they didn't dare to inquire, nor did they want to.
After some deliberation, they decided to live an ordinary life and opened this noodle shop.
After opening the noodle shop, they realized that life was not easy. Besides having to work from dawn till dusk, they often had to deal with eccentric customers. If it weren't for them having retired long ago, those eccentric customers would have lost their heads after returning home.
"Boss," an old man in tattered robes walked into the noodle shop, "Give me three bowls of noodles and five steamed buns."
Wu San glanced at him, "We don't have any."
"Then give me four bowls of noodles and five mantou."
Wu Si coldly snorted without expression, "We don't have those either."
The old man chuckled, "I heard that the boss has a priceless antique at home. A customer is offering 30,000 taels. Is the boss willing to sell?"
"The antique was broken long ago. We're not selling now, nor in the future," Wu San threw the tablecloth in his hand onto the table, "Don't come here again."
The old man grabbed a handful of beans from their counter and slowly started eating, "The customer said, as long as you are willing to sell, they can offer more money."
Wu Si hung the "Closed" sign on the door of the noodle shop, turned around, and sneered at the old man, "We've already given up this business. Who wants to do this kind of work in this current situation?"
"I know you want to live an ordinary life now, but you were once prominent people. Earning a few copper coins every day, what meaning does it have?" the old man said in a low voice, "This time, it's a big client with a generous offer. They only need you to kill a little girl."
"Who should we kill?" Wu San asked casually.
"Hua Yingting's daughter, Hua Liuli."
Both Wu San and Wu Si froze in place. Wu Si turned around, opened the door of the noodle shop, and pointed outside, "Go away, and don't come back."
The old man said, "Are you truly prepared to live as ordinary people for the rest of your lives?"
Wu San maintained a stern face, "After being sewer rats for over twenty years, being ordinary is quite good."
The old man looked at the inconspicuous noodle shop and the bowls and chopsticks left on the wooden table. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "That's fine. I won't come to find you anymore."
He turned around and walked to the door. Seeing that Wu San and Wu Si were still looking at him, he suddenly said, "A few days ago, I received some information. I don't know if it's true or false. There's a young master in Yong Prefecture who was caught by the Eastern Palace's Silver Armored Guards for smuggling forbidden goods. He will be escorted to the capital soon."
The expressions on Wu San and Wu Si suddenly changed.
"I was planning to earn the referral fee from you and leave the capital. Since you're unwilling to take the job, I'll leave the capital tonight," the old man smiled, "I have already prepared my new identity and household registration."
Wu San nodded at him, "Take care."
The old man placed his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the shop, merging into the crowd.
Two hours later, the Ministry of Justice received a report that an old man had died on the street. The cause of death was simple: he accidentally slipped and hit his head on a broken bowl hanging from the eaves; he passed away before the physician arrived.
As the old man had no family, his body was sent to the charity house and cremated and buried by the Ministry of Justice.
"Young Miss, why did we arrange for our own people to kill the contact person?"
"Only the dead keep the secrets."
Xie Yao sat in front of the bronze mirror, gently touching her face, and asked her maidservant in a soft voice, "Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Young Miss, you are as beautiful as a celestial being."
"But why doesn't the Crown Prince like me?" Xie Yao suddenly laughed, her eyes filled with madness, "It doesn't matter. Sooner or later, he will become mine."
If she couldn't have him, no one else could.
In the study room, Emperor Changlong was reviewing the examination papers for the Palace Examination. Over three hundred candidates had participated in the examination, and he couldn't read them all. So, apart from the top ten recommended by the invigilators, he randomly selected and reviewed the others.
"This answer paper is exceptionally brilliant and can be ranked first," Emperor Changlong took out the most impressive answer paper and circled it. After circling it, he smiled and asked the Crown Prince, who was reviewing the memorials, "Yuansu, do you think this answer paper could belong to your future brother-in-law?"
"If it's not, Father Emperor, would you promote him to be the top scholar for Erchen's sake?" The Crown Prince seemed a bit tired from writing and put down his brush, shaking his hand. Seeing that Emperor Changlong was looking at him, he shook his hand again.
The jade beads on his bracelet collided, making a clinking sound.
"You have a beautiful imagination, but the imperial examination is about the country's prosperity and stability. It's not child's play," Emperor Changlong put the first-ranked paper on a separate tray, "Naturally, it's not possible."
"That's fine then," the Crown Prince stood up and walked to the imperial desk, extending his hand to exchange the tea for Emperor Changlong. He also took a glance at the answer paper that was circled as the first rank by Emperor Changlong, "Erchen doesn't care whether Changkong's performance in the examination is good or bad."
"Yes, you only want to marry his little sister," Emperor Changlong saw the Crown Prince constantly stretching his arm in front of him, sometimes pouring tea for him, sometimes tidying up the disheveled memorials, and couldn't help but say, "Have you caused any trouble outside again?"
This child was too lazy, which was not good. But if he ever appeared a bit more diligent, Emperor Changlong couldn't help but worry that he might have caused some trouble. It was truly a complicated and contradictory feeling.
"Father Emperor, Erchen hasn't done anything recently," the Crown Prince shook his wrist, and the jade beads made a clinking sound again.
"Stop shaking, it makes Zhen dizzy," Emperor Changlong noticed that the Crown Prince had an extra string of jade beads on his wrist and couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you usually the most annoyed by wearing these things on your hand? Don't you find them uncomfortable?"
The Crown Prince's hands were always clean as he never wore any rings or jade thumb rings. Even the Buddhist beads given by high monks were kept in storage and had never been worn.
"Erchen doesn't like other bracelets, but this one is different," Seeing that Emperor Changlong finally noticed his bracelet, the Crown Prince showed a satisfied smile, "It was given to Erchen by your future daughter-in-law."
Emperor Changlong: "..."
It's all well and good to boast about the bracelet, but if he doesn't have the ability to bring the person into the palace, what was the point of boasting privately?
After showing off his bracelet, the Crown Prince didn't want to help Emperor Changlong with the memorials anymore, "Father Emperor, the envoys from the Daimao Kingdom have arrived in the capital for a few days. Have you met with them?"
"Why? Did they send gifts to you?" Emperor Changlong asked.
"Indeed, someone came to bring gifts," the Crown Prince smiled ambiguously, "Not only did Erchen receive gifts, but Erchen is afraid Erchen's siblings also received quite a few good things."
"If they are willing to give, you can accept them," Emperor Changlong said, "As for granting an audience to these envoys, it's up to Zhen. For external matters, you can make the decisions yourself. If anyone causes trouble, you handle it, and Zhen will cover for you."
"Erchen also thinks that Father Emperor has countless affairs to attend to. There's no need to meet these envoys all day long. Let the officials from the Ministry of Rites handle it," the Crown Prince said, "They're not the monarchs themselves coming in person, so there's no need to give them too much face."
Whether it was individuals or nations, excessive friendliness in their eyes would be seen as a weakness. Great Jin was powerful, and if they displayed a slightly distant attitude, these envoys would become fearful and respectful.
Perhaps, that's just human nature.
Early in the morning, Hua Liuli discovered that there were several boxes of gifts in the main hall, "Who sent them?"
"The head envoy from the Daimao Kingdom. They were sent by the Third Prince of the Daimao Kingdom," Wei Mingyue put the gift list aside and spoke in an indifferent tone, "The Daimao Kingdom's envoy has been in the capital for seven days, but His Majesty has not granted them an audience. They are getting anxious."
Just a few days ago, they were mocking Great Jin for having a female general, but now they came seeking their favor. She kicked the boxes and said, "Mother, I don't like these things. Send someone to return them."
Wei Mingyue glanced at her daughter and didn't ask for a reason. She nodded and said, "As you wish."
For the past few days, the Daimao Kingdom's envoy had been staying restlessly in their residence. Ever since Jinpo was beaten to the point of being defenseless, they worried that Great Jin would recall the old grievances and launch an attack on their country.
When they first arrived in the capital, the ministers who received them at their residence were very polite to them. They felt relieved for a couple of days, but then they realized that the Emperor of Great Jin seemed to have no intention of granting them an audience. They became anxious and sent generous gifts to several princes, but received no definite response.
In the end, they had no choice but to give gifts to some important officials in the court. However, these officials were all very cunning. They spoke in a pleasing manner, but none of them were willing to give a definite answer.
"Your Highness," a subordinate walked up to the Third Prince of the Daimao Kingdom with an anxious expression, "The gifts we sent to General Hua's residence were returned."
"What?" the Third Prince's face turned pale. General Hua was the most powerful general in Great Jin, and he didn't want to accept their gifts. Was there any implication behind this?
"Have you found out why the General's estate returned these gifts?"
The subordinate shook his head in confusion and guilt, "I wasn't able to see the two generals in their estate, but I got a piece of information. Today afternoon, General Hua's beloved daughter went to the Cuju field to watch the Cuju match. We can take this opportunity to approach her."
"She is a young lady, how can we, unfamiliar men from another nation, approach her?" the Third Prince was worried in his heart. If he had known this would happen, he would have brought one of his sisters along.
"Your Highness, the customs in Great Jin are different from our country. Young ladies here do not shy away from meeting men from other nations," the subordinate explained, "Even the cuju match this afternoon is being played by young ladies."
"How can these young ladies play cuju?" The Third Prince was very surprised. After pondering for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, Benwang will personally go to find this Young Lady Hua to show our sincerity from the Kingdom of Daimao."
The people of Daimao hastily inquired about Young Lady Hua's interests, but apart from her frail health and the endless favor she receives from the Empress Dowager of Great Jin, they couldn't find out anything else.
"Your Highness, I heard a small rumor."
"Tell me."
"It is said that Fushou Junzhu once had a very unpleasant encounter with another Junzhu concerning a remarkably handsome musician. So I thought that when this Junzhu faces a handsome man, perhaps she might be more agreeable."
The exceptionally good-looking Third Prince of the Daimao Kingdom: "..."
Had they already stooped so low that they will have to resort to selling their male charms?
Krish728
Author's Note:
Daimao: Although we look down upon women, we can adapt to situations.
Prince A'Wa: The last person who tried to use the beauty trap against Fushou Junzhu is still sitting in the prison of the Ministry of Justice.
The maidservant who contacted the assassin brought back a reply to Xie Yao two days later.
"Young Miss, there is news from the assassin you asked Nubi to contact," the maidservant stood in front of Xie Yao, her face devoid of the joy of accomplishing a task, only filled with unease and fear.
"What did they say?" Xie Yao's hand trembled, almost smudging her eyebrows. She put down her eyebrow pencil and said expressionlessly, "They don't want to take the job?"
"The contact person said that there are no assassins left in the capital," the maidservant replied.
"What do you mean?!" Xie Yao exclaimed.
"A few months ago, there were several assassination incidents in the capital. The court ordered a thorough investigation, so the assassins either fled or were captured. The assassins' organization was completely wiped out by the court. The remaining few who managed to escape believed that being an assassin had no future and switched to other professions," the maidservant spoke in a low voice as she continued. She was afraid of provoking Xie Yao's anger and instinctively took a step back.
Xie Yao recalled hearing about the assassination incidents in the capital a few months ago. She looked at the maidservant, whose face was filled with fear, "Is it possible to contact that assassin named Wu San?"
The maidservant shook her head, "The contact person said that Wu San may have already perished. There has been no news about him for several months."
"I understand," Xie Yao thought expressionlessly. If Heaven wanted Hua Liuli to live a few more days, she would endure a few more days. She would think of other ways when her father arrived in the capital.
"Earning money is really difficult," even though summer had not arrived, Wu San was already wearing a short-sleeved jacket. He sat in front of his stall and greeted customers.
"Boss, why does your lamb noodle soup only have two pieces of lamb? The stall next door has two more pieces of meat and it's even cheaper by one copper coin," a customer complained while holding his bowl of noodles, "You can't do business like this."
"Not enough?" the woman who was wiping the table picked up the knife from the table and approached the customer.
"Let's talk it out. Don't use the knife," the customer was startled.
"Heh," the woman sneered, and in a flash of the knife, the two pieces of lamb placed on the noodles turned into more than ten evenly sized pieces, scattered on the noodles.
"Is this enough lamb for you?" the woman slammed the knife onto the cutting board with a sharp look in her eyes.
"Yes, yes, it's enough," the customer shrank his neck in fear, picked up his chopsticks, and began eating. When it was time to pay, he gave a thumbs-up to the female boss and said, "You have great knife skills, boss."
Wu San put the coins paid by the customer into the drawer and quietly added a spoonful of hot water to the pot.
As the sun grew hotter, there were fewer customers eating noodles. Wu San sat on a small stool and asked the woman who was peeling garlic, "How much silver did we earn this month, excluding the cost of various ingredients?"
"Taking away the cost of ingredients, we lost one or two silver this month," Wu Si said with a stern face, "It's better than last month when we lost five taels of silver."
The two looked at each other and sighed together. The life of ordinary people was really difficult.
After parting ways with the young master that day, instead of returning to the city immediately, they stayed in a cottage in the countryside for a while. When they returned to the capital, they learned that their organization had been wiped out. The most bizarre thing was that the two captured Junzhus had already been rescued.
As for how the young master's men were discovered and how the hostages were rescued, they didn't dare to inquire, nor did they want to.
After some deliberation, they decided to live an ordinary life and opened this noodle shop.
After opening the noodle shop, they realized that life was not easy. Besides having to work from dawn till dusk, they often had to deal with eccentric customers. If it weren't for them having retired long ago, those eccentric customers would have lost their heads after returning home.
"Boss," an old man in tattered robes walked into the noodle shop, "Give me three bowls of noodles and five steamed buns."
Wu San glanced at him, "We don't have any."
"Then give me four bowls of noodles and five mantou."
Wu Si coldly snorted without expression, "We don't have those either."
The old man chuckled, "I heard that the boss has a priceless antique at home. A customer is offering 30,000 taels. Is the boss willing to sell?"
"The antique was broken long ago. We're not selling now, nor in the future," Wu San threw the tablecloth in his hand onto the table, "Don't come here again."
The old man grabbed a handful of beans from their counter and slowly started eating, "The customer said, as long as you are willing to sell, they can offer more money."
Wu Si hung the "Closed" sign on the door of the noodle shop, turned around, and sneered at the old man, "We've already given up this business. Who wants to do this kind of work in this current situation?"
"I know you want to live an ordinary life now, but you were once prominent people. Earning a few copper coins every day, what meaning does it have?" the old man said in a low voice, "This time, it's a big client with a generous offer. They only need you to kill a little girl."
"Who should we kill?" Wu San asked casually.
"Hua Yingting's daughter, Hua Liuli."
Both Wu San and Wu Si froze in place. Wu Si turned around, opened the door of the noodle shop, and pointed outside, "Go away, and don't come back."
The old man said, "Are you truly prepared to live as ordinary people for the rest of your lives?"
Wu San maintained a stern face, "After being sewer rats for over twenty years, being ordinary is quite good."
The old man looked at the inconspicuous noodle shop and the bowls and chopsticks left on the wooden table. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "That's fine. I won't come to find you anymore."
He turned around and walked to the door. Seeing that Wu San and Wu Si were still looking at him, he suddenly said, "A few days ago, I received some information. I don't know if it's true or false. There's a young master in Yong Prefecture who was caught by the Eastern Palace's Silver Armored Guards for smuggling forbidden goods. He will be escorted to the capital soon."
The expressions on Wu San and Wu Si suddenly changed.
"I was planning to earn the referral fee from you and leave the capital. Since you're unwilling to take the job, I'll leave the capital tonight," the old man smiled, "I have already prepared my new identity and household registration."
Wu San nodded at him, "Take care."
The old man placed his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the shop, merging into the crowd.
Two hours later, the Ministry of Justice received a report that an old man had died on the street. The cause of death was simple: he accidentally slipped and hit his head on a broken bowl hanging from the eaves; he passed away before the physician arrived.
As the old man had no family, his body was sent to the charity house and cremated and buried by the Ministry of Justice.
"Young Miss, why did we arrange for our own people to kill the contact person?"
"Only the dead keep the secrets."
Xie Yao sat in front of the bronze mirror, gently touching her face, and asked her maidservant in a soft voice, "Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Young Miss, you are as beautiful as a celestial being."
"But why doesn't the Crown Prince like me?" Xie Yao suddenly laughed, her eyes filled with madness, "It doesn't matter. Sooner or later, he will become mine."
If she couldn't have him, no one else could.
In the study room, Emperor Changlong was reviewing the examination papers for the Palace Examination. Over three hundred candidates had participated in the examination, and he couldn't read them all. So, apart from the top ten recommended by the invigilators, he randomly selected and reviewed the others.
"This answer paper is exceptionally brilliant and can be ranked first," Emperor Changlong took out the most impressive answer paper and circled it. After circling it, he smiled and asked the Crown Prince, who was reviewing the memorials, "Yuansu, do you think this answer paper could belong to your future brother-in-law?"
"If it's not, Father Emperor, would you promote him to be the top scholar for Erchen's sake?" The Crown Prince seemed a bit tired from writing and put down his brush, shaking his hand. Seeing that Emperor Changlong was looking at him, he shook his hand again.
The jade beads on his bracelet collided, making a clinking sound.
"You have a beautiful imagination, but the imperial examination is about the country's prosperity and stability. It's not child's play," Emperor Changlong put the first-ranked paper on a separate tray, "Naturally, it's not possible."
"That's fine then," the Crown Prince stood up and walked to the imperial desk, extending his hand to exchange the tea for Emperor Changlong. He also took a glance at the answer paper that was circled as the first rank by Emperor Changlong, "Erchen doesn't care whether Changkong's performance in the examination is good or bad."
"Yes, you only want to marry his little sister," Emperor Changlong saw the Crown Prince constantly stretching his arm in front of him, sometimes pouring tea for him, sometimes tidying up the disheveled memorials, and couldn't help but say, "Have you caused any trouble outside again?"
This child was too lazy, which was not good. But if he ever appeared a bit more diligent, Emperor Changlong couldn't help but worry that he might have caused some trouble. It was truly a complicated and contradictory feeling.
"Father Emperor, Erchen hasn't done anything recently," the Crown Prince shook his wrist, and the jade beads made a clinking sound again.
"Stop shaking, it makes Zhen dizzy," Emperor Changlong noticed that the Crown Prince had an extra string of jade beads on his wrist and couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you usually the most annoyed by wearing these things on your hand? Don't you find them uncomfortable?"
The Crown Prince's hands were always clean as he never wore any rings or jade thumb rings. Even the Buddhist beads given by high monks were kept in storage and had never been worn.
"Erchen doesn't like other bracelets, but this one is different," Seeing that Emperor Changlong finally noticed his bracelet, the Crown Prince showed a satisfied smile, "It was given to Erchen by your future daughter-in-law."
Emperor Changlong: "..."
It's all well and good to boast about the bracelet, but if he doesn't have the ability to bring the person into the palace, what was the point of boasting privately?
After showing off his bracelet, the Crown Prince didn't want to help Emperor Changlong with the memorials anymore, "Father Emperor, the envoys from the Daimao Kingdom have arrived in the capital for a few days. Have you met with them?"
"Why? Did they send gifts to you?" Emperor Changlong asked.
"Indeed, someone came to bring gifts," the Crown Prince smiled ambiguously, "Not only did Erchen receive gifts, but Erchen is afraid Erchen's siblings also received quite a few good things."
"If they are willing to give, you can accept them," Emperor Changlong said, "As for granting an audience to these envoys, it's up to Zhen. For external matters, you can make the decisions yourself. If anyone causes trouble, you handle it, and Zhen will cover for you."
"Erchen also thinks that Father Emperor has countless affairs to attend to. There's no need to meet these envoys all day long. Let the officials from the Ministry of Rites handle it," the Crown Prince said, "They're not the monarchs themselves coming in person, so there's no need to give them too much face."
Whether it was individuals or nations, excessive friendliness in their eyes would be seen as a weakness. Great Jin was powerful, and if they displayed a slightly distant attitude, these envoys would become fearful and respectful.
Perhaps, that's just human nature.
Early in the morning, Hua Liuli discovered that there were several boxes of gifts in the main hall, "Who sent them?"
"The head envoy from the Daimao Kingdom. They were sent by the Third Prince of the Daimao Kingdom," Wei Mingyue put the gift list aside and spoke in an indifferent tone, "The Daimao Kingdom's envoy has been in the capital for seven days, but His Majesty has not granted them an audience. They are getting anxious."
Just a few days ago, they were mocking Great Jin for having a female general, but now they came seeking their favor. She kicked the boxes and said, "Mother, I don't like these things. Send someone to return them."
Wei Mingyue glanced at her daughter and didn't ask for a reason. She nodded and said, "As you wish."
For the past few days, the Daimao Kingdom's envoy had been staying restlessly in their residence. Ever since Jinpo was beaten to the point of being defenseless, they worried that Great Jin would recall the old grievances and launch an attack on their country.
When they first arrived in the capital, the ministers who received them at their residence were very polite to them. They felt relieved for a couple of days, but then they realized that the Emperor of Great Jin seemed to have no intention of granting them an audience. They became anxious and sent generous gifts to several princes, but received no definite response.
In the end, they had no choice but to give gifts to some important officials in the court. However, these officials were all very cunning. They spoke in a pleasing manner, but none of them were willing to give a definite answer.
"Your Highness," a subordinate walked up to the Third Prince of the Daimao Kingdom with an anxious expression, "The gifts we sent to General Hua's residence were returned."
"What?" the Third Prince's face turned pale. General Hua was the most powerful general in Great Jin, and he didn't want to accept their gifts. Was there any implication behind this?
"Have you found out why the General's estate returned these gifts?"
The subordinate shook his head in confusion and guilt, "I wasn't able to see the two generals in their estate, but I got a piece of information. Today afternoon, General Hua's beloved daughter went to the Cuju field to watch the Cuju match. We can take this opportunity to approach her."
"She is a young lady, how can we, unfamiliar men from another nation, approach her?" the Third Prince was worried in his heart. If he had known this would happen, he would have brought one of his sisters along.
"Your Highness, the customs in Great Jin are different from our country. Young ladies here do not shy away from meeting men from other nations," the subordinate explained, "Even the cuju match this afternoon is being played by young ladies."
"How can these young ladies play cuju?" The Third Prince was very surprised. After pondering for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, Benwang will personally go to find this Young Lady Hua to show our sincerity from the Kingdom of Daimao."
The people of Daimao hastily inquired about Young Lady Hua's interests, but apart from her frail health and the endless favor she receives from the Empress Dowager of Great Jin, they couldn't find out anything else.
"Your Highness, I heard a small rumor."
"Tell me."
"It is said that Fushou Junzhu once had a very unpleasant encounter with another Junzhu concerning a remarkably handsome musician. So I thought that when this Junzhu faces a handsome man, perhaps she might be more agreeable."
The exceptionally good-looking Third Prince of the Daimao Kingdom: "..."
Had they already stooped so low that they will have to resort to selling their male charms?
Krish728
Author's Note:
Daimao: Although we look down upon women, we can adapt to situations.
Prince A'Wa: The last person who tried to use the beauty trap against Fushou Junzhu is still sitting in the prison of the Ministry of Justice.
