Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1655: Lord Qiansui (Part 7)

"Every day I’m stuck in the palace, I feel like I’m going to suffocate, and I have no idea when I’ll be able to leave that place..."

Chuzheng: "..."

What’s the point of telling me about it?

"You see, I even encounter incidents like last time. Being a Princess is too hard."

Chuzheng: "..."

Honestly, telling me is useless.

Can I just knock her out and throw her out?

Finally, thinking about the Thank-You Card, Chuzheng decides to forget it.

A knife at the top of the character for ’endure’, when will it turn into a murder weapon.

"Princess."

Princess Changhuan, who never stopped babbling, suddenly paused, her body seemed stiff.

Chuzheng looked towards the direction of the voice, there stood a man wrapped in a cloak, with a graceful figure, and eyebrows like paintings.

Light fell around him, seeming to coat him in a thin halo, dignified and elegant.

Princess Changhuan stiffly turned her head.

Chuzheng could see disdain and dissatisfaction on Princess Changhuan’s face.

The man’s hands were hidden inside his cloak, his voice neither light nor heavy, just the right volume: "Princess, it’s time for you to go back."

Princess Changhuan: "..."

Princess Changhuan glanced around, probably realizing there was nowhere to run, reluctantly pouting.

"I’ll... I’ll find time to come see you again."

Princess Changhuan waved to Chuzheng, dragging herself towards the man: "You’re so annoying."

Chuzheng heard Princess Changhuan’s complaints.

The man lowered his eyes and chuckled softly: "Princess, you’ve been inconvenienced."

Although there was a smile on his face, his tone carried not a hint of humor, but rather a slightly creepy feeling.

Princess Changhuan indeed snapped: "Stop being so sarcastic!"

The man did not respond further, his hand reaching out from under the cloak to gesture invitingly; his slender, fair fingers caught the light, each finger like a meticulously crafted piece of art by God.

Princess Changhuan snorted coldly, flicked her sleeves, and walked forward.

The man withdrew his hand, cloak fitting seamlessly together. He slightly raised his head, his deep gaze meeting Chuzheng’s eyes briefly before quickly looking away and turning to leave.

-

Yin Shen followed behind Princess Changhuan, thoughtfully observing her back.

As they were nearing Princess Changhuan’s residence, Yin Shen suddenly sped up: "Princess, who was that girl you were speaking with earlier?"

"None of your business." Princess Changhuan retorted harshly.

Yin Shen’s lips curled with mockery: "Princess, have you forgotten the previous lesson?"

Princess Changhuan: "..."

Yin Shen continued: "I’m only considering the princess’s safety."

"Who needs your..."

Princess Changhuan’s expression changed, she didn’t finish, she glanced at Yin Shen.

Yin Shen’s demeanor was unchanged, as if he hadn’t heard what Princess Changhuan wanted to say just now.

Princess Changhuan pinched her fingers, reluctantly saying after a long time: "Just the person who saved me last time."

"Oh?" Yin Shen raised an eyebrow, ambiguously replying: "Since she’s the princess’s benefactor, you should thank her."

Princess Changhuan suddenly turned around, hands on her hips as she berated: "I’m telling you, Yin Shen, you’re not allowed to do anything to her! If you dare harm her, I won’t let you off!"

Yin Shen’s smile didn’t reach his eyes: "The princess need not worry, since that young lady is your lifesaver, how could I dare do anything to her."

"..."

Your tone doesn’t sound convincing.

Yin Shen’s tone shifted: "Princess, today’s prayer has yet to be completed, may I trouble you to dine later, and first finish today’s prayer."

Princess Changhuan: "???"

Yin Shen gestured for the people to escort Princess Changhuan inside. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Princess Changhuan almost fought with Yin Shen, but unfortunately, she couldn’t win... he can call people.

-

"Miss."

Jin Zhi appeared with an odd expression, carrying a tray covered with a red cloth, leaving one to wonder what it was.

Chuzheng sat on a rocking chair, flipping through a Buddhist scripture, she glanced at Jin Zhi: "What is it?"

Jin Zhi set down the tray: "Yin Shen sent someone to deliver it."

Chuzheng puzzled: "Who?"

"Lord Qiansui," Jin Zhi explained, "When did you get entangled with him?"

"..." Chuzheng took a light breath, calmly stating: "I don’t know him."

"You don’t know him, why would he send you something?" Jin Zhi was puzzled. "Didn’t Princess Changhuan talk to you before? Did Princess Changhuan say something to him?"

Yin Shen is a notorious, capricious villain.

"What did he send?"

Jin Zhi lifted the red cloth; inside the tray lay several carved sandalwood boxes.

Chuzheng casually picked one to open, inside was a hair ornament.

The other boxes contained exquisite jewelry.

Among them, one box included a letter.

Chuzheng unfurled the letter, the handwriting was bold and vigorous, brimming with a bit of casualness and distinct personal style.

The letter content wasn’t extensive, essentially summarizing to one phrase: Thank you for saving Princess Changhuan, a small token of gratitude.

After reading, Chuzheng casually tossed the letter back, her expression unchanged: "Throw it away."

"These are quite valuable..." Is it necessary to squander wealth like this!

Moreover, it’s sent by Yin Shen. Disposing of it, won’t that anger him?

Chuzheng gave Jin Zhi a chilly glance, Jin Zhi immediately responded: "I’ll take care of it."

Jin Zhi carried the tray out.

When she stepped outside the room, she sighed, where could she find a place to dispose of these items?

If someone saw, and word reached Yin Shen, wouldn’t that cause a major issue?

Jin Zhi’s small face was fraught with worry, eventually coming up with a method to deal with the items.

After handling the items, Jin Zhi returned to the room.

Chuzheng was about to go out, spotting her, she immediately asked: "Where’s the stuff?"

"Thrown away."

Chuzheng unemotionally asked: "Where did you throw it?"

Jin Zhi, thinking Chuzheng might be worried she hadn’t disposed of it properly, confidently replied: "I found a spot and buried it, won’t be found."

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng rubbed her clothes lightly with her fingertips, expressionless as she questioned: "Where did you bury it?"

Jin Zhi: "???"

Though she didn’t understand wealthy people’s thoughts, Jin Zhi dutifully took Chuzheng to see.

Chuzheng stood outside observing for a moment, then turned to instruct her: "Go prepare something to send over to him."

Jin Zhi hadn’t yet processed it, bewilderedly asked: "Send to whom?"

Chuzheng: "Yin Shen."

Jin Zhi: "???"

I just went out to bury something, and in that time what did you experience?

-

On the other side.

Someone beside Yin Shen approached with a tray, bending down, raising the tray above his head: "Lord Qiansui, this is sent by that young lady Jin Zhi."

Yin Shen raised an eyebrow and touched the fabric draped on the tray, feeling the texture momentarily pausing, his fingertips repeatedly pinched it, is this ’woven brocade cloud silk’?

This fabric is rare, annually produced in such limited quantities, most of it already accounted for in the palace.

Though the fabric is rare, as it’s hard to manage, in essence, it can only be worn once or twice before no longer being usable, hence not designated as royal standard.

Come to think of it...

The clothes she’s wearing seem to be ’woven brocade cloud silk’ as well.