“Damn useless servants! If you don’t catch that pretty boy today, I’ll have you all executed! Keep chasing!” Dong Fang Yu’s anger was evident. He had already been scolded by his father today and now defeated by a pretty boy.
“Your Highness, that guy… he’s come back by himself!” The man couldn’t believe his eyes.
What did you say?
He frowned, his expression showing displeasure, fists clenched, and his handsome face slightly pale.
“Haven’t the Prince heard me clearly? I want the Prince to pay for my tanghulu, just pay, and return ten pieces! Hand it over!” Lan Lingyun stretched out her right hand toward Dongfang Yu. She felt his rage but aimed to provoke him further.
Everyone gasped, cold sweat flowing down their bodies. This pretty boy is really bold!
“Dare to say that again!” He sneered, his furrowed brow slightly relaxing, seemingly curious about her.
What is he doing, laughing so slyly? Lan Lingyun laughed, “Pay me ten pieces of silver! If you have the guts, kill me right now; otherwise, I’ll definitely anger you!”
Dongfang Yu sneered again, observing her, his expression shifting as his fists slowly relaxed, a smile deepening at the corner of his mouth.
“Stop laughing! You don’t believe me? I’ll calculate an account with you! Your clothes got my tanghulu on them, but they can be washed and worn again.”
So, I ask, who would pick up the tanghulu you just stepped on and eat it without hesitation?” Lan Lingyun looked around, everyone lowered their heads, except the Prince who maintained his demeanor. Lan Lingyun smiled: “The answer is obvious: No one! This tanghulu might seem ordinary, but it represents the hard-earned money of the common people. Five strings cost twenty taels of silver each, totaling 100 taels. Your subordinates who chased me damaged common people’s belongings, estimated at about 350 taels of silver. When you put that sword on my shoulder, you owe me 50 taels for mental distress, 800 taels for intentional threat, and about 1000 taels for medical expenses. In total, that’s 350 + 100 + 50 + 800 + 1000 = 2300 taels. This shouldn’t be a big trouble for the Prince and would help calm your temper while doing something good for the people.” After saying this, Lan Lingyun took a deep breath: Really oxygen-deprived!
