OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 949: Are There Really Such Spineless Men in This World?
So, she turned to Zhi’er for help.
Yuanshuang had sharp eyes and could tell that among these three people, this Madam was truly the one in charge.
Zhi’er looked at Yuanshuang, who was kneeling before her.
She crouched down and carefully scrutinized Yuanshuang’s face.
"How do you know I’ll definitely conflict with Prince Kang? Maybe he’s an old acquaintance and I just want to have a few words with him."
"But you, Yuanshuang, your father passed away early, your mother has been bedridden for years, and you have two younger brothers who are still children."
When Zhi’er openly disclosed her family’s situation, Yuanshuang was taken aback.
She stared at Zhi’er in disbelief.
It felt like the beautiful and clear eyes behind the mask were the world’s most unique obsidian.
Such a gaze seemed to see through her entire life.
Yuanshuang stammered, "You..."
Zhi’er smiled slightly, "An ordinary girl staying here for six years—I don’t think it’s because you truly enjoy this lifestyle."
"Rather, circumstances forced you to stay, earn money, support your home, raise your two brothers, and buy medicine for your mother."
"If you help me, I will, considering we’re both women, provide you with a large sum of silver, enough for your mother to get treatment and your brothers to go to school."
Yuanshuang’s eyes showed emotion. After a while, she nodded heavily, "Thank you, Madam, I will lead the way for you."
She turned to head out, and Zhi’er and the others hurriedly followed behind Yuanshuang.
In Anhe Manor, one could easily get lost without a guide leading the way.
Zhi’er didn’t know how many corridors and rooms she had passed but felt like everything looked the same here.
She was already feeling dizzy from the walk.
Yuanshuang quietly explained Prince Kang’s situation ahead.
"Prince Kang is quite extravagant, having rented the upper rooms here for half a year for a female slave named Fanghua."
"In the past half month, Prince Kang has been very generous to Fanghua, sending almost all good things to her room."
"Fanghua, relying on Prince Kang, quickly became the most envied female slave in the manor."
"Basically, every two days, Prince Kang would come once, occasionally leaving only at midnight."
"However..." Yuanshuang’s tone showed a hint of gossip, "This Fanghua has a husband."
Chu Ping was surprised, "What? She has a husband, and yet Fanghua works here as a female slave?"
Yuanshuang nodded, "At the end of each month, her husband comes to collect the silver. We’ve seen this several times."
"Her husband treats her poorly, being bossy and sometimes hitting and scolding her if Fanghua gives too little money."
"Therefore, we all know that the money Prince Kang gives ends up with Fanghua’s husband."
"Are there such spineless men in the world?" Chu Ping wondered.
But Zhi’er and Feng Fuce exchanged a glance.
Having a husband—isn’t this exactly the Han Meiyu they were searching for?
Yuanshuang led them to a courtyard.
Upon seeing the courtyard, Zhi’er finally understood what Yuanshuang meant by Prince Kang’s extravagance.
The entire courtyard was a two-story building surrounded by purple flower gardens.
The moonlight shone gently in the courtyard, merging with the brook flowing through, creating an elegant atmosphere.
The pavilion with layered eaves was isolated and tranquil—a perfect place for secret meetings!
Zhi’er clenched her fist tightly.
Third Uncle!
How dare he run off to fool around again!
Thinking of Princess Consort Kang, who was still bedridden, Zhi’er’s eyes burned with rage.
Yuanshuang whispered, "This is Fanghua’s courtyard."
Zhi’er walked to the door and heard Prince Kang’s voice from inside—
"Fanghua, I’m begging you."
She was infuriated.
She slapped the door open, "Third Uncle!"
