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Chapter 44: Chapter 44: The High Monk VS Feng Xiaoli Chapter 44: Chapter 44: The High Monk VS Feng Xiaoli “What a pity.”

The person spoke with regret, the mole at the corner of his eye twitching.

“Your Highness, should your subordinate go look for Su Wang? He is not a man of Great Chu, has no wealth, and has an ailing mother who has long been ill. Just a little support for a while, and he will surely be of use to Your Highness.”

The Coachman spoke with a deep voice.

“Su Wang is a scholar, a peerless national treasure, valuing his integrity above all. Having sold his life away, how could he bow down for a mere five bushels of rice?”

Fingers parted the carriage curtains, revealing Dongfang Mosheng’s face, elegant as a painting.

On the second floor of Chuyue Tower, Dugu Wu squinted his eyes slightly.

Inside Chuyue Tower, Chun Liu was with Feng Xiaoli.

Feng Xiaoli ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go, alarming Chun Liu who hurriedly took out a small purse, counting out the silver.

Feng Xiaoli had a good appetite. The snacks at Chuyue Tower were savory with moderate seasoning. She ate six to seven kinds, leaving more than half of each, thinking of saving them for her mother and grandmother.

“Amitabha.”

An old monk entered.

The old monk wore a faded and tattered kasaya, patched seven or eight times. His aged face was full of wrinkles, with white caterpillar eyebrows and straw sandals on his feet, exuding an ethereal aura.

Seeing he was a mendicant, the server didn’t stop him.

He went table to table asking for alms, to which the patrons paid no mind.

He made his way to Feng Xiaoli’s table just as she was about to eat a glutinous rice cake with a loud “Ah Wu.”

Seeing the pitiable old monk, Feng Xiaoli set down the rice cake in her hand.

She wiped her hands with a small handkerchief her mother had given her, took a rice cake, intending to drop it into the monk’s bowl.

“Young Miss, mendicants do not eat meat or fish, and the rice cake contains lard.”

Chun Liu quickly stood up, paid her respects to the old monk, inviting him to sit. She remembered her young mistress once said that there are several types of people you shouldn’t provoke: beggars, monks, and women.

“The two female benefactors have kind and compassionate eyes, both with extraordinary appearances.”

The old monk smiled, accepted the tea Chun Liu handed over, looked at Chun Liu’s face, then turned his gaze onto Xiaoli.

“I take it Chuyue Tower doesn’t want to do business in Chu City anymore, to make this Commandery Princess wait outside for so long.”

From a neighboring table, a scolding voice was heard.

A young girl dressed in light pink luxurious clothes pointed at the server’s nose and scolded.

The girl was quite young, about fifteen or sixteen, wearing the most fashionable floating cloud skirt among the noble young ladies of Chu City, and adorned a pair of fine white jade butterfly hairpins. Her features were charming, yet her eyes and brows were so imperious that they did not endear her to onlookers.

“Princess Anyang, please forgive us, as Chuyue Tower opens its doors to all customers equally, even Prince Mu must queue up too.”

The server said with a smile.

This Princess Anyang was famously temperamental, much like the former eldest daughter of the Yong’an Princess Mansion.

“If it were not for knowing that Prince Wu often comes here for tea, I wouldn’t bother patronizing this place.”

Princess Anyang huffily sat down and ordered some pastries.

“Commandery Princess, the date paste pastry and Eight Treasures Cake you’ve ordered are limited in quantity, and they just ran out.”

The server softly cautioned.

“Then how did that table get some?”

Upon hearing this, Princess Anyang’s brows furrowed sharply as she pointed at Feng Xiaoli’s table.

There on the table, sat a plate of untouched Eight Treasures Cake.

“Commandery Princess, that was the last one.”

The server was so anxious that sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Just then, a waiter brought a plate of date paste pastry over to Feng Xiaoli.

“Bi Ye, take that plate of date paste pastry over here.”

Princess Anyang’s favorite dessert is date paste pastry, and a visit to Chuyue Tower isn’t complete without it.

Without a word, her short and plump maid walked over.

“The date paste pastry was ordered by our Miss first.”

Upon hearing this, Chun Liu hurried to protect the date paste pastry.

“How dare you attempt to snatch something meant for the Commandery Princess, you blind fool!”

The maid, strong and forceful, pushed Chun Liu aside.

Chun Liu’s forehead swelled after hitting the corner of the table.

“Amitabha, laywoman, how can you resort to violence?”

An old monk shook his head at the sight.

“What insolent monk, in your tattered robes, dares to meddle in the affairs of Prince Mu’s Mansion? Be careful, or our Commandery Princess might have the Prince decapitate you!”

Bi Ye said with arrogant pride.

Feng Xiaoli blinked her eyes innocently, picked up the date paste pastry, and scurried over to Princess Anyang with her short legs.

“Commandery Princess Sister, don’t be angry. I’ll trade this and that for yours.”

Feng Xiaoli eyed the plate of vegetarian steamed buns on Princess Anyang’s table and asked in a soft and gentle voice.

“You at least have more sense than that dog of a servant, knowing how to flatter. A natural born little slave.”

Princess Anyang glanced at Feng Xiaoli.

The child was indeed adorable, with dimples appearing on her cheeks when she smiled. Judging by her clothes, she wasn’t from a wealthy family.

“Consider it a reward from me.”

Princess Anyang instructed Bi Ye to switch the plates.

“Grandpa Pi Dan, this is for you.”

Feng Xiaoli tiptoed to pour the plate of vegetarian steamed buns into the old monk’s bowl, and a hint of compassion flickered in the monk’s eyes as he chuckled, twirling his beard.

“Miss, that’s your favorite, how could you…”

Ignoring the pain on her forehead, Chun Liu, angered, waved her fists, ready to fight with the table across.

Even a clay figurine has a sense of anger. They could pick on her all they liked, but daring to snatch Miss’s food meant Chun Liu was prepared to fight to the death.

Princess Anyang took a bite of the date paste pastry.

Her haughty face contorted in an instant.

“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey.”

A bizarre taste filled her mouth—sour, spicy, salty—what a weird combination!

“What did you put in this date paste pastry?”

“Chili powder, salt, vinegar, and saliva.”

Feng Xiaoli mentally enumerated in silence.

Xiao Li’s belongings are not so easily seized, especially her food!

“Miss, your face.”

Bi Ye watched as splotches of red rash visibly surfaced on Princess Anyang’s face.

“There’s chili powder in it. I can’t eat chili peppers.”

Princess Anyang shrieked, scratching her face desperately.

“You little brat, kill her!”

With a distorted face, Princess Anyang disregarded the itchiness and pulled out her hairpin, the sharp end aimed at Feng Xiaoli.

Feng Xiaoli leapt toward the stairs in two or three steps.

She was small and couldn’t take long strides, but Princess Anyang was already lunging at her from behind.