Chapter 9: 【妃攻009】傻逼太多

Having said that, she tossed all the silver in her hand onto the table; this price was far more than double what Cheng Caisi had offered.

The shopkeeper took the money and, bowing and scraping, presented the silk ribbon. Nan Moyi cast a contemptuous glance at Cheng Nanyang before taking the headband and leading Chang Liu out.

"You—!" Watching Nan Moyi's departing figure, Cheng Caisi gnashed her teeth in fury. Having been pampered since childhood, who had ever dared treat her this way? Hadn't everyone else been submissive, not even daring to look her in the eye?

That wench actually dared to say she ate too much! And that she climbed trees?!

"Enough! Stop making a scene! Let's finish our shopping quickly; we have to visit my third brother's manor in a while!" Shedding his elegant smile, a trace of venom flashed across Cheng Nanyang's cheeks. Recalling Nan Moyi's contemptuous gaze, he couldn't help but feel a swelling rage within. If she were willing to be used by him, that would be fine... if not, there would be no need to show mercy to avoid endless trouble in the future.

"But, she!" Cheng Caisi was highly dissatisfied with her brother's reaction, feeling so aggrieved she was on the verge of tears.

"Has your brother ever let anyone go that you wanted to deal with?" Cheng Nanyang stroked Cheng Caisi's long, dark hair, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Outside the shop, Nan Moyi tossed the headband to Chang Liu and continued walking on her own.

Chang Liu took the headband blankly. Just as she was about to put it away, she heard Nan Moyi say indifferently, "It's a gift for you. Do you have any other silver on you?"

A gift for her?

Chang Liu's eyes widened in disbelief. The argument the Princess Consort just had with that pampered young lady was actually to buy something for her... and this headband was so expensive, she probably couldn't earn it even if she worked her whole life. Was she really giving it to her?

Seeing that Nan Moyi, walking ahead, showed no sign of abnormality or any intention of taking the words back, Chang Liu couldn't help but mutter to herself. The Princess Consort was truly too amazing and too generous; how had she become like this after only being away for three days? If she had known the Princess would change once she left, she would have run away long ago!

Hearts practically bloomed in Chang Liu's eyes. "No, I don't have any more, but this heirloom hairpin of mine is very valuable; I could take it to a pawnshop." As she spoke, she reached up to remove the hairpin from her head, but Nan Moyi stopped her.

"I'm not at the point of making you sell your family heirlooms. Just keep it; we'll just stroll around." Nan Moyi blew a strand of hair away from her forehead in frustration. Having just transmigrated, she had already encountered a bunch of lowlifes. Was her luck just that bad? Could it be that that girl Huo'er was right—that this was her year of misfortune?

That didn't make sense!

Thinking about how she was currently penniless, Nan Moyi felt a sudden sense of mental disorientation. Since arriving in this world, she was no longer a fashion icon driving a Bugatti Veyron and wearing designer outfits; she was actually starting to fret over silver.

Tapping her forehead to soothe her headache, Nan Moyi suddenly turned around and asked with blinking eyes, "Chang Liu, where is the nearest blacksmith shop around here?"

"Uh... ah? A blacksmith shop?"

The scorching heat distorted the air, and the glowing red iron rod made a hissing sound in the cold water, a noise so sharp it was ear-piercing. Standing outside the blacksmith shop, Chang Liu was drenched in sweat like rain. Looking at Nan Moyi, who stood there watching the blacksmith work without even a change in expression, she couldn't help but ask, "Why has the Princess Consort come to such a dirty and wretched place?"

The person currently blacksmithing was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen. He had bronze skin, was bare-chested, and his arms were bulging with muscle; several abdominal muscles were particularly prominent, making him look incredibly strong. Because of the blacksmithing, sweat flowed from his forehead and body like small streams. He looked up, revealing a resolute, chiseled face, and his piercing gaze fell upon the complaining Chang Liu. Startled by his stare, Chang Liu jumped, but he lowered his head again, focusing on his work.

Nan Moyi stared at his tightly pursed lips, her eyes narrowing habitually. She continued to stare at the glowing red iron plate in his hands without changing her expression.

"I wonder why a young lady like you keeps staring at others?"