Chapter 7: [Concubine Attack 007] The Prince is Nothing!

“Let’s go out for a stroll.” In her past life, as a ninja, Nan Moyi had lived a highly regulated life. Her missions were minimal, and she took orders from only one superior. Therefore, her daily routine consisted of either practicing walking on bamboo poles at high altitudes—using a single finger to hang herself from a rooftop for an entire day—or wearing Roger Vivier heels several dozen centimeters high while strolling all day long, arm-in-arm with various male companions.

Because her social persona was so glamorous, few people knew her true identity.

“But... the Prince said the Princess Consort is not allowed to go out at will.” Chang Liu scratched his head, looking somewhat conflicted.

“The Prince? To hell with the Prince!” Who dares get in my way!

Nan Moyi pulled Chang Liu along, clutching a pouch of silver, and quickly moved through the Prince's manor. With her ninja senses fully activated, she dodged wave after wave of guards and maids, finally reaching the perimeter wall of the estate. Nan Moyi let go of Chang Liu and squinted to observe the height of the wall.

“Princess, wh-what do you want to do!” Chang Liu scanned the surroundings nervously. The Princess was becoming bolder and bolder lately; she actually said the Prince was nothing... and now she wanted to climb the wall to go out?

“What do I want to do?” Nan Moyi turned her head to look at Chang Liu and raised an eyebrow. “Is a woman still a woman if she doesn't go shopping? Is she still a woman if she doesn't have handsome men to accompany her? By the way, are there places to get clothes tailored outside?”

Chang Liu nodded like a little chick. The Princess was truly too formidable!

Nan Moyi reached out and clenched her fists in front of her to test her strength. Suddenly, she pulled Chang Liu to her side and began to run rapidly, heading straight toward an old tree nearby. Chang Liu’s pupils dilated; he was so startled he nearly screamed, but Nan Moyi quickly covered his mouth, leaving him making muffled "mm-mm" sounds.

However, what happened next left Chang Liu completely stunned. He saw Nan Moyi walk up the tree trunk as if it were flat ground, and from the high branch, she kicked off with her legs and leaped clean over the manor wall.

The two of them landed together. Nan Moyi nearly stumbled, and Chang Liu hurriedly caught her.

*Holy crap, I actually almost fell...*

Nan Moyi brushed her hair back helplessly. This body's constitution and physical strength were simply too poor. If Huo'er found out she could even stumble while climbing a wall, she would laugh herself to death...

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Let’s go.” Nan Moyi patted the head of Chang Liu, who was quite a bit shorter than her, and had him lead the way toward the most bustling part of the city.

All of this fell into the eyes of a man in black standing behind them.

The man watched Nan Moyi's tall silhouette, frowning in confusion.

This was the largest rouge and powder shop in the city. Inside, figures moved about amidst a lingering fragrance, the laughter of women filled the air, and the light shimmered off hairpins and earrings; "prosperous" was an understatement to describe it.

Nan Moyi picked up a silver silk hairband to examine it. The band was embedded with several moonstones that emitted a faint, dazzling glow. It was embroidered with numerous patterns, possessing a style that was unique yet elegant.

“Princess, Princess, you like this one too, right?” Chang Liu, who was looking at rouge and vanity cases nearby, suddenly leaned in. “I’ve always wanted to buy it, but it’s too expensive...”

“Miss, have you taken an interest in this moonstone hairband? Hehe, you truly have excellent taste. This hairband was embroidered by the most skilled seamstress in the capital. It is inlaid with over twenty moonstones, four sapphires, and...” Seeing that they had picked up an item of such value, the shopkeeper hurried over to introduce it.

Before Nan Moyi could even hear the rest of his pitch, she pointed at the hairband and said to Chang Liu, “You like this thing? How much silver do you have on you right now?”

“Uh... does the Princess want to buy it? Don't worry, the Princess has plenty of silver; she can afford it.” As Chang Liu spoke, he began to fish for silver from his robes.

“Hmm—this hairband is quite nice.” An extremely discordant, soft, and delicate voice drifted from beside them. Nan Moyi froze as the hairband in her hand was snatched away in an instant.