Bai Yaoyu looked at the plate of pastries on the table, there were only six pieces.
He couldn’t help but say, "Zhi’er, let’s order two more dishes, just pastries won’t fill you up, I’m afraid."
The little fellow shook her head, her eyes sparkling, her white cheeks soft like clouds.
"The pastries are enough, we’ll save the rest of the money for Brother Xiao Kuang to get better."
Watching Bai Zhi’er eat the simplest pastries, yet full of joy.
Even though she had been cold all morning, she still showed no complaints, and Bai Yaoyu felt deep remorse in his heart.
Even if it’s for his sister, he couldn’t continue to be so reckless in the future.
Arguing with his father was useless; he had to control himself for his sister’s sake.
Bai Yaoyu pushed the entire plate of pastries in front of Bai Zhi’er, and only drank tea himself.
At this moment, at a table not far away, sat three guests having tea.
Their conversation was not quiet, and it just happened to reach the ears of Bai Yaoyu and Bai Zhi’er —
"Last time I went to the brothel, the madam introduced a new Oiran, guess who she was? She turned out to be the Princess Consort of the former dynasty’s Prince Wei!"
"Tsk tsk, with each new Emperor comes new officials; what about the Princess Consort of the former dynasty, she still has to serve customers? Brothers, when do you have time, let’s go together, see the Princess Consort’s beauty, and taste what it’s like!"
One of them shook his head continuously: "Still dare to go? Don’t you see the current situation! So many people got a strange disease in the brothel, smallpox can be deadly, are you just thinking of dying under the peony skirt?"
"Oh, I thought it was something, then don’t worry, the Princess Consort from the former dynasty is completely fine, she hasn’t caught the disease! Just yesterday, the madam had her out to serve customers."
"What? With all these rumors, how is she fine?"
"Hmph, it’s a strange thing, I heard others say, the current little princess is ominous, she brought the smallpox epidemic, the Emperor has only been reigning for a few years, and strange things keep happening! People say the former dynasty had the true dragon lineage, the son of heaven, now everything we’re suffering is all heaven’s punishment."
As soon as his words fell, Bai Yaoyu suddenly stood up and kicked their table.
With a loud "bang", the porcelain pot on the table trembled along.
The three of them were stunned at first, then looked at the young man standing beside them, looking shadowy and furious.
"Who are you, looking for trouble?!"
Bai Yaoyu was very unhappy.
First, because they spoke ill of Bai Zhi’er, who is his sister!
Second, because they dared to speak behind his second uncle’s back.
Clenching his teeth, he asked sharply, "You just said, the former dynasty had the true dragon lineage, insinuating that the current Holy Emperor usurped the throne, is that correct?"
The man was startled, vehemently denied: "I just heard others say that, why are you shouting at me."
"Who did you hear from, say his name, I’ll go find him. Otherwise, you are slandering the Emperor in public, what should be your punishment!" Bai Yaoyu spoke with force.
The three men jumped in fright.
They immediately stood up, feeling guilty and annoyed: "You’re just someone selling potatoes, why worry about the Emperor’s matters, could it be you’re an Imperial Relative?"
"Exactly, no matter who said it, why should we tell you? So unlucky, let’s go!"
Seeing they wanted to leave, Bai Yaoyu’s eyes turned cold, and he raised his boot to hook a long bench.
Only to see the bench fly forward steadily, blocking the door.
Bai Yaoyu blocked their way.
"No one leaves until this is explained clearly today."