The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1615

Chapter 1615: 777 Aunt Meeting (two updates)_5

She slipped and fell, the formidable Empress Dowager of Zhan Country landed awkwardly in a puddle.

The old ceremonial priest shouted, "Are you alright?"

Empress Dowager Zhuang protected the bundle in her arms, "I’m fine."

She tried to stand up, but each time she fell back down.

The old ceremonial priest struggled greatly but finally made it close to her, he stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm.

He had just pulled Empress Dowager Zhuang up, but before they could stand firm, both fell to the ground with a splash.

At that moment, a beggar in his twenties suddenly rushed from behind them, snatched the bundle from the Empress Dowager’s hands, and ran off!

"Travel funds!"

Empress Dowager Zhuang’s eyes turned cold!

That was the silver meant for Jiaojiao. She had scrimped and saved along the way, not spending a single tael. And now, it was stolen by a petty thief?

Empress Dowager Zhuang was furious!

She didn’t know where she got the strength from, despite her injuries and bruises, she grabbed a stick from the ground and hurled it fiercely at the young beggar!

"Ouch—!"

The young beggar was hit by the stick and fell into the rainwater with a splash.

With the gait of an old lady chasing a disobedient grandson, Empress Dowager Zhuang furiously approached the young beggar, picked up the stick again, and started beating him mercilessly!

"How dare you steal from me!"

"Steal Jiaojiao’s silver!"

"Behave like a thief!"

"Refuse to do honest work!"

The rain poured down heavily, and speaking in the dialect of Zhan Country, the beggar didn’t understand a word, but he felt every blow of the stick clearly.

"Ouch! Stop hitting! Stop hitting! I’ll give it back! I’ll give it back, can’t you just stop? How can an old lady be so strong!"

The beggar was almost beaten into a pulp.

How could he have anticipated that an old lady, who struggled to get up, could hit so hard?

These strikes were way too harsh!

Empress Dowager Zhuang lowered her eyes and said, "If the silver was not enough, she always shortchanged herself... I don’t want Jiaojiao to suffer anymore, not a single bit."

The old ceremonial priest’s eyes turned slightly red, though he didn’t know whether it was for Gu Jiao or Zhuang Jinse.

He squatted down, "I’ll help you pick them up."

Both squatted there silently picking up the silver bills soaked by the rain.

Empress Dowager Zhuang was in the middle of picking them up when she suddenly felt someone approaching.

She moved her body forward a bit, covering a few silver bills in the puddle.

A young man in a straw raincoat, wearing a hat, and holding a Red-Tasseled Spear entered the alley from behind her.

Empress Dowager Zhuang didn’t pay much attention and continued picking up the silver bills.

The young man walked past her.

At the entrance of the alley, the young man’s steps suddenly halted.

Only a few silver bills remained, and it seemed more people were entering the alley. Empress Dowager Zhuang quickened her pace in picking them up.

Her legs were becoming numb, when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind, "...Aunt?"