Daohua thought to herself that she certainly didn’t want that. It was better for them not to meet again, "Just call me Xiaoyi, Ninth Uncle."
Prince Ping was speechless. This kid really knew how not to suffer any loss. When spoken to about his rank, he responds with a rank, okay, let’s call it then, "Xiaoyi, I, your Ninth Uncle, have opened a Rouge Shop in Beijing, and the business is quite good. You can visit if you are interested."
Daohua said, "What a coincidence, Ninth Uncle, I’ve also opened a Rouge Shop in Beijing. As the old saying goes, ’business rivals are enemies,’ so I won’t visit."
Seeing Daohua’s great effort to dissociate, Prince Ping instantly became displeased.
This kid really had no eyesight. He was a prince, after all; many people would want to curry favor with him, and yet he dared to refuse him time and again. freewёbnoνel.com
That was really giving him face!
Afterwards, Prince Ping didn’t speak, his face remained stern.
Daohua acted as if she didn’t see it and leaned on the window sill, enjoying the view outside.
...
When it was already getting dark, the carriage finally entered the city gate of Beijing.
When the carriage drove onto Chang’an Street, Daohua asked the coachman to stop.
"Ninth Uncle, Huai En, I’ll get off here."
Prince Ping was still angry at Daohua’s ingratitude and closed his eyes, paying him no mind.
Huai En looked at his master and asked, "Young Master, are you sure it’s okay for you to go back alone? Perhaps we should take you home?"
His master enjoyed making rouge, and it was hard to find someone with whom he could discuss it. As his personal eunuch, he didn’t want to lose contact with this young Master Xiaoyi.
Daohua shook his head, "No need. My family has a shop on Chang’an Street; they’ll see me home. Gentlemen, I bid you farewell." Saying this, he nonchalantly stepped off the carriage and vanished into the crowd in no time.
"Ungrateful fella!"
Once he was gone, Prince Ping opened his eyes, his face still expressing displeasure.
At that moment, a figure silently approached the carriage. "Your Highness, I deserve to die, for it is only now that I have found Your Highness. Please punish me."
Prince Ping was lost in thought for a long time; this experience had given him a clear understanding of the Jiang family’s external arrogance.
"No wonder Imperial Brother has always been dissatisfied with the Jiang family, growing increasingly displeased over the years!" Even he found it difficult to hold any good feelings for the Jiang family after nearly being drowned.
Huai En shrank into a corner of the carriage, hesitated for a moment, then tentatively spoke, "Your Highness, should we still punish that group of troublemakers?"
Prince Ping, thinking of the arrogant villagers, said, "Huai Zhong, take my name card directly to the County Magistrate, tell him about what I encountered in his jurisdiction, and nothing else."
If it weren’t for Xiaoyi suddenly popping up, he himself—a great prince—might have indeed been drowned by the Jiang Clan.
If that had happened, he would have been too ashamed to face the ancestors of the Imperial Family in the underworld.
As for whether the Jiang family would find out, he no longer cared.
Thinking back on his journey, disguised as a woman, squeezing into a bullock cart, the disgraceful look he sported made Prince Ping fiercely irritated.
This indignity had to be addressed!
Huai Zhong immediately complied, then silently left.
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