From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1428: 656 Sang Luo_2 Chapter 1428: 656 Sang Luo_2 ——

The following day, Princess Randa went out to explore the streets.

She only let Julius Sutton guard accompany her.

The streets here were bustling, filled with street vendors, and crowds of people flowed like a river.

This was a sight Princess Randa had never seen before, and she felt a sense of novelty.

She would buy anything that seemed tasty or fun to play.

This was the first time Aubree Groove saw the real face of this country.

It was different from the descriptions she had heard.

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Although some vestiges of a feudal society remained, it had not lost its essence to the impetuous spirit of modern society.

The people were peaceful and prosperous, and everyone’s faces reflected satisfied smiles.

People here also use mobile phones and televisions, but only as tools.

They watch the news, so they’re not out of the loop.

Yet, the alluring diversity the world offers does not tempt them.

A wife cooks a delicious meal with all her heart, children concentrate on their homework, and when the husband returns from work, they gather around the dining table, watching a TV drama while enjoying a delicious dinner.

The stories in the TV show may be insubstantial, but what they were enjoying was the real happiness.

Compared to those empty beautiful landscapes, there was more humanity here in the Earthly World.

It was like a paradise lost.

“I always thought this country was ignorant and backward, uncivilized, but it turns out I was completely wrong.

I like it here.” Princess Randa said gleefully, navigating through the crowd and embracing the happiness within her reach.

As Aubree Groove walked beside her, Randa suddenly stumbled, on the verge of falling over.

Aubree Groove quickly caught her, and Randa naturally snuggled into her arms.

Randa touched her chest in surprise, “Your…”

Aubree Groove let go of her, took a step back, and said indifferently, “Princess, please maintain your propriety.”

Randa tossed her a reproachful glance, “Such a big man, why so stingy?

I won’t lose a piece of meat if I touch you.” she said, her eyes flirtatiously roving over Aubree’s chest, “Unexpectedly, you’ve got such a well-developed chest, even though you’re skinny.

Really, how many abs do you have?

I won’t laugh at you if you have one less.”

Aubree Groove: …

She cleared her throat and stepped aside to walk past Randa, who promptly followed her, saying, “Come on, tell me.

Otherwise, I’ll order you to take off your shirt when we get back.

Do you dare to defy the command of the Princess?”

A commotion brewed ahead, amidst which arose a girl’s sobs and a man’s shouting.

Randa’s attention was drawn immediately, forgetting his queries about how many abs Aubree Groove had, she pushed through the crowd and rushed in.

A young girl in her early teens was crying, and a bearded burly man tried to drag her off the street.

The girl refused, sobbing inconsolably.

“Dad, please don’t make me marry into The Flints.

I want to keep studying, I don’t want to get married.”

The girl’s words struck like lightning, stunning all those present.

The man’s face turns a steel grey, “What nonsense are you talking about?

When did your father tell you to get married?

You must be delusional from the fever you had recently.” He tried to pull the girl away forcibly.

The girl struggled desperately, “No, I won’t go back.” There was terror on her face.

The onlookers watched, questioning the man, “Is what your daughter saying true?

Are you really trying to marry her off?”

“Don’t listen to her nonsensical ramblings.

She’s had a high fever recently and it’s affected her mind.

She doesn’t make sense.

Please don’t believe her.”

The crowd looked at the man with a suspicious gaze.

“Let her go.” A gentle male voice emerged from the crowd, clear and soothing.

The most pleasant voice Aubree Groove had ever heard was that of Anton Cook.

He was a singer with a stunning voice.

His fans often said that his voice could make one’s ears pregnant.

Although such a description was rather exaggerated, it was apt.

For instance, the voice that fell into her ears at this moment, Aubree Groove thought, was indeed a voice that could impregnate ears.

It was ethereal and pure, like the snow on a distant mountain peak, like the moonlight spilling onto the forest in the deep night, unbelievably gentle.

She instinctively followed the source of the voice, and a young man dressed in white walked out from the crowd.

Aubree Groove had never seen a man who could make white seem so ethereal, so grand.

His gentle essence combined with his pure spirit made anyone who saw him feel refreshed.

His outstanding charisma often made people overlook his face, but Aubreak Groove saw through the unfathomable abyss in his dark eyes.

It was a world of mystery, drawing people in instinctively, dangerous yet fascinating.