Your Highness, the Princess Consort Went Robbing Again

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A short-tempered bandit princess consort who starts a fight at the drop of a hat VS a domineering, dark, overprotective王爷.

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Chapter 585 There are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert.

Then isn't the shop owner the son of the Imperial Censor? And isn't the one he calls "sister-in-law" the Princess?

Even more terrifying is the woman she falsely accused of having an affair;

She was none other than the bandit princess consort whom everyone in the capital feared, whom the emperor had recently betrothed to the Ninth Prince!

OMG!

What incredible luck she has! Yesterday she almost offended the Sixth Princess, and today she ran right into the Eldest Princess and the bandit Ninth Prince's wife!

Any one of those three could easily crush her and walk sideways!

Madam Yao was filled with remorse, but she still had some sense of shame about being asked to kowtow and beg for forgiveness in front of so many people.

She recalled what her master had said when he wanted to take her as a concubine, and she felt more confident. Besides, the Ninth Prince's wife said she was going to visit his residence to reason with him, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

So, dragged along by the magpie, Madam Yao didn't struggle much and obediently agreed to take the people back to the mansion.

"Xiao An, let's not go. Let's go back to the manor with your sister-in-law. Father wants to see you." Shang Yuexi naturally knew why Ji Fengyao went to the Xue family. She didn't want to get involved in such matters, nor did she want Wang An to be implicated.

“What could my father possibly want from me? He’ll just beat and scold me. I’m not going back,” Wang An knew perfectly well.

Ji Fengyao understood Shang Yuexi's thoughts and said calmly, "Princess, I know that you and Lord Wang hope that Wang An will become a talent. Since Wang An calls me 'sister,' I also hope that he can become a loyal, righteous, and kind person, and I don't want him to go astray. That's why I support him in opening a shop and going into business, because he has the talent for it, and it's something he enjoys doing."

“But commerce is a lowly profession. How can he, as the son of an imperial censor, belittle himself like this?” Shang Yuexi retorted gently.

"These merchants travel across mountains and rivers to transport goods from all over the country, north and south. If they encounter corrupt officials or bandits, they may lose their goods or even their lives. It is because of their efforts and risks that we can enjoy the convenience of shopping right outside our door." Ji Fengyao glanced at the crowd of onlookers around her and said loudly, "As the saying goes, there are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert. There is no inherent nobility or baseness in professions. What matters is people's hearts and their character. Whether you are a merchant or an ordinary person, as long as you live with integrity and earn money honestly, you all have the right to stand tall and be a decent human being. Don't you all agree?"

"yes!"

"The Ninth Princess Consort is right!"

"There's nothing shameful about eating and drinking our own food and water and being self-sufficient!"

Among the onlookers were many businessmen, but most were ordinary people. Living in Kyoto, a city teeming with the powerful and wealthy, they often suffered from class oppression and discrimination. Ji Fengyao's down-to-earth words resonated with them, and even knowing she was a bandit, they couldn't help but speak up for her (and for themselves), applauding her.

Although Shang Yuexi could not fully understand the meaning behind Ji Fengyao's words, she still understood the phrase "the will of the people".

Logically speaking, she couldn't accept it.

Wang An knew that Shang Yuexi was genuinely doing this for him, so he stepped forward to comfort her, saying, "Sister-in-law, I know you're all doing this for my own good, but you also know that I'm simply not cut out for studying."

It would take me ten days or half a month to memorize a single essay on policy, but I could sort out an account book in less than fifteen minutes. In my sister's words, that's talent.

"Just let me do this job. I'll definitely make something of myself and show you. I'll never go astray, and I'll never embarrass you!"