Chapter 9: Oh No, I've Accidentally Provoked the Demonic Prince (Part 3)

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

Xia Wanwan grabbed a random passerby, pulled a silver ingot from the pouch she had taken from Yan Zhi, and handed it to the man.

She asked him to drive his horse to show her the way and lead her toward the capital of the Sheng Realm.

Xia Wanwan rested comfortably, lying in the carriage.

Once the sky was fully bright and the sunlight shone in, she realized just how grand and luxurious this carriage was, and how spacious it felt.

It was more than enough for her to lie down and rest.

The carriage traveled onward for four hours, finally arriving at the capital of the Sheng Realm in the afternoon.

Xia Wanwan was unfamiliar with the terrain outside the capital, but she still held some memories of the terrain within the city in her mind.

Upon arriving at the capital, Xia Wanwan dismissed the driver and took the reins herself, preparing to head back to the Prime Minister's Estate.

Halfway there, she stopped.

This carriage was so luxurious; it must be worth quite a lot of money, right?

Her days at the Prime Minister's Estate were so meager; it would be harmless and beneficial to scrape together some extra money for her own use.

Further ahead, about a hundred meters from the Prime Minister's Estate, there was a pawnshop.

Xia Wanwan turned the carriage around and drove toward the pawnshop.

After parking the carriage right in front of the main entrance, Xia Wanwan stepped over the threshold and walked inside.

She slapped her hand onto the counter, pointed toward the carriage she had stolen from Yan Zhi, and said loudly, "Shopkeeper, I want to pawn that carriage. Give me an estimate of how much it's worth."

The shopkeeper was busy calculating accounts. Hearing her words, he stopped his work, looked up, and followed her hand toward the door. He gave her a polite smile. "Miss, this carriage is far too precious; it is difficult for me to appraise."

Hearing this, Xia Wanwan felt a bloom of joy in her heart.

Too precious to appraise.

Doesn't that just mean she could demand any price she wanted?

It seemed that stealing that scumbag's carriage was the right move.

"Just name a price. As long as I think it's reasonable, this carriage is yours."

Because it wasn't her own property, Xia Wanwan acted exceptionally magnanimous.

"This... I truly cannot appraise it." The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said with a forced smile, "How about this, Miss? Please follow me to the inner room to sit for a moment. Our boss happens to be here; you can discuss the price with him personally. How does that sound?"

Xia Wanwan sized up the shopkeeper. He was in his forties, looking sincere and honest, yet he possessed a pair of shrewd, bright eyes.

Something as simple as letting him name a price, yet he was actually insisting she go discuss it with his boss.

A pawnshop wouldn't need such a useless shopkeeper, would it?

When things act abnormally, there must be something fishy going on.

Xia Wanwan narrowed her eyes, withdrew her hand from the counter, and prepared to walk out. "I've suddenly changed my mind. I don't want to sell it anymore."

"That is not up to you." The shopkeeper's voice suddenly changed as he took a step forward to block her path.

Suddenly, dozens of burly men appeared outside the door, instantly blocking the entrance.

Xia Wanwan had no choice but to pull her foot back. "What do you mean by this? Are you trying to force a sale? Under the feet of the Emperor, you dare to do such a thing?"

"Then, under the feet of the Emperor, does stealing count as a crime?" Before the shopkeeper could speak, a young man dressed in white with a jade crown walked out from the inner room.

Hearing his voice, Xia Wanwan's body stiffened. She turned her gaze, and who else could it be but that scumbag?

To think she would run into him here!

Which dark god had she offended?

She had just returned to the capital and ran into him?

Hadn't she stolen his carriage? How could he have returned to the capital so quickly?

Upon seeing Yan Zhi, the shopkeeper immediately bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Your Highness."

"..." Xia Wanwan felt as if a fishbone were stuck in her throat, making it difficult to swallow or speak, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

A Prince?

This shopkeeper actually called him a Prince?

This man with no apparent rank was actually a Prince!