Fu Ziyu pulled Yang Bo's hand away and said angrily, "I won't sell! These are my sister's flowers, I won't sell them for a hundred taels!"
"You!" Fu Wenyu was furious again, pointing at him and saying, "Sure enough, bad people come from poor and remote places. Believe me or not, I'll arrest you all and lock you up!"
"Xiao Qi, shut up!" Princess Fu'an had a terrible headache and really wanted to turn around and send this ancestor back.
Just then, a cool, refreshing sound suddenly rang out.
Who do you want to lock up?
Everyone was startled and turned around.
Sensing the danger, the accompanying guards drew their swords, and the villagers who had been watching from a distance and ran from the flower field turned pale with fright.
But when this group of menacing people saw who was approaching, their expressions changed.
Fu Wenyu froze, her mouth agape, and after a long while, she murmured in a trembling voice.
"Three, three, three..."
He couldn't utter that name for half a day.
Princess Fu'an was the first to react, though she herself was somewhat incredulous.
Why is Prince Cheng here, dressed like this?
Moreover, the last time I saw him, he was a thin man with sunken cheeks.
He was a completely different person from the fit and strong man he is now.
Is it similar? It's just too similar.
Not only their appearance, but their temperament and aura are exactly the same.
At this moment, Fu Ziyu broke the deadlock.
He ran over and started ranting and raving about it.
"Third Uncle, this man not only wants to pick my sister's flowers, but he also wants her to kneel down before him!"
Fu Tingchen frowned as he looked at Fu Wenyu, whose face had turned pale, and then at Princess Fu'an, who looked surprised and uncertain.
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