My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived-Chapter 16 - Saved a Little Beggar

The beggars who were beating up the kid saw her coming and their faces showed calculating expressions, ready to rob her of her money.

But as soon as they got close to her, they were knocked down by her fists.

Chu Baihan watched them with cold eyes as they screamed in pain on the ground.

She had been bullied by Chu You and others since she was young and had been beaten many times, so she was good at fighting.

Plus, all these beggars were a head shorter than her; how could she not deal with them?

“Not scramming yet?” she commanded coldly.

The beggars, though reluctant, had no choice but to crawl up and run away.

She reached out her hand, not minding the dirt, and directly pulled up the small beggar from the ground.

Now, she had the chance to take a good look at him.

The child was even shorter than her, skinny like a bamboo pole from hunger, with messy hair and a dirty face, but his eyes were surprisingly beautiful.

“Little girl?” she furrowed her brows as she sized him up before asking.

So delicate, a boy couldn’t be like this, thus she thought the beggar was a girl.

When the small beggar heard her, he frowned fiercely, hesitated for a moment, looked away, and murmured softly, “Mhm.”

“Why did they want to rob your money?” she continued to ask.

“Because I didn’t pay the protection fee.”

Chu Baihan: “…” Even beggars have to pay protection fees to their own people, the capital city is truly chaotic.

“With so many people on the other side, money is an external object.

As long as the green hills are still there, there is no fear of firewood shortage.

To save your life, you can do without this money for the time being,” perhaps feeling that the other party was too young, Chu Baihan’s voice softened with a bit more compassion.

“My mother died, and I urgently need silver to buy her a mat and bury her.”

The small beggar tensed his neck, his voice defiant, and his eyes widened as if that would stop the tears from falling.

Chu Baihan’s expression stiffened, and her heart was suddenly overtaken by complex emotions.

“Sorry.”

She took out a piece of gold leaf from her body, “Take this, bury your mother properly.”

When her own mother died, she didn’t even have the chance to bury her properly.

She hoped the small beggar wouldn’t suffer for life.

As she stuffed the gold leaf into the small beggar’s hand, Chu Baihan turned around and was about to leave.

But who knew the other party would actually pull on her sleeve.

“Address, to repay you!” the small beggar burst out a few words from his throat.

“You don’t need to repay me.”

This gold leaf was truly just a small amount of money to her.

“Repay you!”

But the other party was stubborn, insisting repeatedly on repaying her.

Chu Baihan didn’t have time to waste, so she quickly said “Qianling Pavilion” and then ran off.

After they left, three men came out from around the corner.

The man in the ornate robe standing next to Ziwu blinked his peach-blossom eyes full of emotion and teased, “Eighth brother, is that my eighth sister-in-law?

She’s quite ruthless when fighting.”

He was Prince Yan Lian.

Yan Lin pursed his thin lips, remaining silent.

Although he couldn’t see, his ears had indeed caught the commotion from earlier; someone had been quite ruthless with their blows.

He still remembered how frail her wrist had felt when he grasped it, seeming as though it would break under a bit of pressure.

And yet, without any Inner Strength, she had still dared to intervene and save someone—her courage was truly substantial.

“Wasn’t Ziyi supposed to follow her?

How come she’s alone?

Besides, I heard she was reluctant to marry you—do you think she’s taking this opportunity to run away?” Yan Lian continued to tease.

He had given Yan Lin several probing glances but noticed that the other’s expression remained unchanged.

Could it be that Eighth Brother doesn’t care about his Princess Consort at all?

But the Empress Dowager had instructed him to do his best to bring the Princess Consort and Eighth Brother together—what to do about this?

…

Meanwhile, Chu Baihan returned to the Qianling Pavilion, relieved to find that neither Ziyi nor Ruolan had noticed her absence.

“Let’s head back to the Prince Residence.” She emerged from the back courtyard.

“Alright.” Ruolan nodded eagerly.

She had been incredibly anxious; the Princess Consort had been away for a long time, and she didn’t know if the Prince would be angry.

After saying goodbye to Doctor Wu, Chu Baihan, followed by Ruolan and Ziyi, walked out and saw a new carriage waiting at the door.

“This is our master’s carriage,” Ziyi said gravely.

Yan Lin’s carriage?

A heavy feeling settled in Chu Baihan’s heart—could the Prince possibly be inside the carriage?

Suddenly, a figure leaped from the carriage.

“Eighth Princess Consort.” Yan Lian waved his fan and gave Chu Baihan a flirtatious squint.

Chu Baihan stared at him for a long while before responding with an odd tone, “Ninth Prince.”

“Eighth Sister-in-Law, how did you recognize me?” Yan Lian looked stunned.

“The whole of Yan Country knows the close relationship between the Eighth and Ninth Princes.” Moreover, the Ninth Prince was notoriously flirtatious, loved to travel and enjoy himself, with numerous confidantes across the land, and acted in a careless and frivolous manner.

Of course, Chu Baihan left the last part unsaid.

The Ninth Prince’s mother died early, and he was raised by the Empress Dowager, so it was no wonder he had a good relationship with Yan Lin.

Since he lacked a powerful maternal family and had a carefree nature with no interest in politics, he was thoroughly a leisurely Prince, and thus, the scheming amongst the Princes had yet to target him.

“Eighth Sister-in-Law, it seems you do care quite a bit about Eighth Brother, otherwise you wouldn’t know so much!” Yan Lian clapped his hands wildly, looking very excited.

He was, after all, sent by the Empress Dowager to bring Eighth Brother and Eighth Sister-in-Law together and naturally wanted to show some initiative.

Chu Baihan: “…”

Inside the carriage, Yan Lin: “…”

Is this Ninth Prince an idiot?

Chu Baihan wondered inwardly.

“Aren’t you getting on, or must I, the Prince, come down to invite you?” A cold, distant voice came from inside the carriage.

As expected, the Prince was indeed on the carriage.

With a sigh, Chu Baihan lifted the hem of her dress and quickly boarded the carriage.

Yan Lian also wanted to follow but was blocked by Ziwu, “Ninth Prince, the master has said if you wish to keep spying on him and report to the Empress Dowager, you might as well give up now.”

Yan Lian touched his nose and muttered sheepishly, “I didn’t expect that Eighth Brother had known all along I was the Empress Dowager’s informant.”

Blocked by Ziwu, he was unable to get on the carriage and could only watch helplessly as it departed in front of him.

His plan to follow and observe how Eighth Brother and Eighth Sister-in-Law interacted was now foiled.

“Empress Dowager, I’ve done my best,” he sighed resignedly.

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In the carriage, only Chu Baihan and Yan Lin were present.

The Prince’s presence was so overpowering that upon sitting down, Chu Baihan felt compelled to sit upright and formal.

Suddenly, she heard his chilly voice: “Where did the Princess Consort go?”

“I, I just went to check on the shop my mother left behind,” Chu Baihan explained, her voice unnaturally strained.

Hearing her response, Yan Lin’s grip on the teacup tightened slightly, and pursing his thin lips, he remained silent for quite a while thereafter.