Chapter 843 The Truth - Twenty Years Ago 4

The young lady in front of her took the packaged food and walked straight out.

After looking around at the scene on the street, Princess Baiyun pointed to a corner and said, "Send all the soup and dishes to them."

"What?"

The waiter's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Are you kidding me? Serving restaurant food to beggars?

"What? Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Princess Baiyun glared at him, her imposing manner instantly startling the waiter. Since they had already paid, he figured they might as well give in!

With that thought in mind, the waiter casually glanced at the group of beggars and quickly took the remaining food over.

Just as the two finished settling their bill, the waiter thought he had finally seen off this amazing lady, but to his surprise, she walked into the beggars' yard on her own.

Seeing this, everyone in the restaurant gathered around the inner door. Princess Baiyun and Bai Xu slowly walked up to the beggar. Looking at the beggar who had not received any food, Princess Baiyun took an oil paper package from her hand and placed it in his hand.

"Eat quickly, it will get cold soon."

Princess Baiyun's voice is truly beautiful. If it weren't for her sometimes intimidating personality, given her appearance, she wouldn't have had so few ministers pleading with the emperor by the time she turned eighteen.

The beggar had just heard that a rich young lady across the street had asked him to deliver food to her, so he quietly moved to the side of the crowd. Seeing that the food had already been delivered to him, the beggar felt fortunate.

Who would have thought that this rich young lady was so persistent, and when she saw that I didn't have any, she personally brought it to me.

Bathed in sunlight, Baiyun, dressed in a white gown that fluttered in the wind, wore a gentle smile that was like a refreshing breeze that entered the beggar's heart.

The beggar originally didn't intend to take the leftover food, but for some reason, he inexplicably accepted it.

"Thanks!"

The beggar's voice was hoarse from thirst, but Baiyun was not frightened by it.

Seeing the beggar's chapped lips, Princess Baiyun said to him, "Wait a minute!"

After saying this, the girl in white ran towards the restaurant she had just left. Her sleeves fluttered, and although it was just running, it looked as beautiful as dancing to the beggar.

Following the girl in white, the beggar saw her say something to the shop assistant, who immediately went inside.

In no time, a bowl of water was brought to her. "Drink this after you finish eating."

After the girl finished speaking, she gave him another gentle smile. The beggar was somewhat stunned. "Why are you so kind to me?"

The girl didn't answer. Beside her, a man in purple slowly spoke, "My sister isn't being nice to you; she's just kind."

After saying that, the man in purple led the girl and happily disappeared into the crowd. The beggar stared blankly in the direction the two had left, unable to look away for a long time.

Those around him saw the beggar standing there in a daze, not eating, and with a thought in mind, they prepared to snatch the food from his hands, but the beggar was quick-witted and nimbly dodged them.

"Didn't you say you didn't want it?"

The people around him didn't understand. He had no intention of eating the food that had just been served, yet now they weren't being allowed to eat it.

Suddenly, tensions rose among the beggars. One beggar glanced at them and said, "Who said I'm not eating?"

Not eating was just his idea at the time; can't he change his mind now?

"You weren't allowed to eat it before, and now you can't even eat it if you want to."

An elderly man in the group of beggars stood up, and it was easy to tell that he was the leader of the group.

He held out his hand to the beggar, saying, "Give it to me."

Seeing this, the beggar tried to pull it back, saying, "I won't take it, it's mine."

Although the oil paper package hasn't been opened yet and we don't know what's inside, the beggar stubbornly kept putting things away.

"You don't want to stay on this street anymore?"

The old man emphasized, "In this dynasty that was divided into different classes, even beggars stood in their own places, and even among beggars themselves, there were different classes."

What kind of food is given to the leader and what kind of food is given to the lowest-ranking people? These things are decided in advance. If there is not enough food, after everyone has finished eating, the lowest-ranking person can only watch.

The beggar glanced at the old man, a murderous glint in his eyes.

In all his life, he had never been treated like this before. If it weren't for the current situation, he would have taken the old man's life on the spot.

After scrutinizing the old man's face for a moment, the beggar slowly stood up. "If I don't want to be a scoundrel, I don't want to be one. Who cares?"

He knew everything he wanted, and he originally intended to leave unnoticed. Now that the old man was threatening him, how could he possibly stay with his fiery temper?

He turned to leave, saying "beggar," but the old man wouldn't let him go.

Suddenly, a group of beggar companions surrounded him. Looking at the group of people with unfriendly faces but who looked like weaklings, a mocking smile flashed across his lips.

"You want this paper package, right?"

A casual remark was uttered, and the old man glared at him fiercely, "What do you think?"

A question made the beggar laugh. He looked at the rather large oil paper package in his hand, waved it at the group, and said, "If you want it, come with me. I'll give it to you when we get there."

As the beggar swayed, a fragrant aroma wafted out, and a group of people, staring at the oil-paper package, gradually revealed their greed.

They had eaten everything they begged for along the street, and experience told them that what was inside was good stuff, better than what they had just eaten.

"Okay, lead the way."

The older man, being older, was more composed than his younger brothers who were practically swallowing their saliva.

"Okay, follow me."

As he spoke, the beggar pushed through the crowd and took the lead, with the others following closely behind to prevent him from escaping.

Finally, led by the beggar, the group arrived at a secluded alley.

"There's a dead end ahead. So, aren't you going to hand over the item?"

The old man's voice was threatening, and relying on his superior numbers, he slowly approached the beggar step by step.

"Yes, there's a dead end ahead. I just don't know what you want me to hand over?"

The beggar wore a mocking smile as he looked at the group of people in front of him as if they were worthless rotten fish.

The old man disliked his gaze, frowned, and asked him one last time, "Are you going to teach me or not?"

As the old man spoke these words, his henchmen stood ready, prepared to seize the beggar at his command.

As the beggar was approached by the group, he feigned fear and unconsciously offered the oil paper package. Just as the old man reached out to take it, a scream rang out, and the old man's hand was chopped off.

"Oh dear, what happened? How did your hand fall off?"