This was the third time Song Dujuan had requested to see the Prince of Yan, and each time she had been refused.
The more this was the case, the more satisfied Song Dujuan became.
This shows that the King of Yan was cautious and would not easily express his opinion unless he was completely certain and trusted.
“I’ve come with the utmost sincerity. I have a powerful weapon to deal with that person, and it will definitely work. Alright, I know it’s inconvenient for Prince Yan, but I’ll give you an address, and I’ll go there first thing tomorrow morning to wait. Whether it’s Prince Yan or someone else, I believe Prince Yan will not be disappointed.”
Song Dujuan told her about a relatively secluded corner of an open park, and then left.
The steward of the Prince of Yan's mansion watched her departing figure, his eyes filled with a complex expression.
This country girl, dressed in simple clothes, is not so simple-minded, and quite bold.
He turned and walked around the two gardens, entering a magnificent hall.
The Prince of Yan was forty-five years old this year. He had a dignified and solemn face, and his whole demeanor was awe-inspiring and noble. In his study, he was practicing calligraphy, each stroke steady and powerful.
"That country girl has finally left, but she said with absolute certainty that she has a weapon to deal with someone. She gave me an address and said to wait there first thing tomorrow morning. Your Highness, what do you think—"
The King of Yan said, "There's no need to pay attention to it."
The next morning, Song Dujuan arrived at the agreed location and waited all morning.
No one came.
Song Dujuan curled the corners of her mouth. As expected of a former ruler who was second only to the emperor, very well, she has plenty of patience.
However, she was extremely hungry and needed to find something to eat.
Walking down the bustling street, Song Dujuan looked around and spotted a wealthy man whose purse was bulging.
She hurried past the man, brushing against him, and casually snatched his purse.
Then it was thrown on the ground.
The man felt something strange on his side and immediately turned around, only to see a maid pointing at a purse on the ground.
"Uncle, your purse was knocked down by someone. I was just about to remind you that I was keeping an eye on it in case someone picks it up."
The rich man saw that the girl was squatting obediently, some distance from the purse, and had no intention of picking it up. He also remembered that someone had indeed bumped into him earlier.
He nodded, a hint of approval in his expression.
Song Dujuan carefully picked up the purse and handed it to the wealthy man. As if she smelled a fragrance, she turned her head to look at a steamed bun shop and swallowed.
This scene was witnessed by the wealthy.
Looking at the girl in front of him, he saw that she was weak and powerless, as if she hadn't eaten enough.
"Are you hungry?" The wealthy man took out five taels of silver from his purse and handed it over.
“Uncle, I do good deeds not for money,” Song Dujuan shook her head.
"Young lady, it's rare to find someone with such fine qualities. Here, take this and good luck."
The wealthy man exchanged the money for ten-tael silver notes, stuffed them into Song Dujuan's hand, waved, and left.
Song Dujuan held the silver note in her hand, a triumphant smile on her face.
Human hearts are truly the easiest thing to fool.
However, didn't Qiao Lian'er also achieve her current status by fooling people?
Song Dujuan went into a restaurant and had a hearty meal of fish and meat. She patted her bulging belly and looked very satisfied.
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