Chapter 1865: 1853: Sorry, My Hand Slipped
Chapter 1865: Chapter 1853: Sorry, My Hand Slipped
The Great Chu merchants present were almost amused with anger; did this mean they should thank this damned prince?
In the past, they might have actually apologized to these servants who relied on the power of their masters.
But now they remember Lord Song’s words, they not only represent themselves but also represent Great Chu. If they really stooped low to apologize, their dignity would not only be trampled by the grassland people, but the face of Great Chu would also be stepped on!
How could they endure this?
At that moment, although these merchants did not speak, they did not back down either; they simply watched Prince Buhe and his servants in silence.
Other merchants who heard the commotion and the guards’ squads also came over one after another.
Jinhoo was close by and naturally arrived earlier, seeing everything that happened.
Prince Buhe saw that the Chu merchants were silent yet resolute and felt offended, so he directly waved his hand: “Smash it for this prince! Whoever displeases this prince, this prince will make him unhappy! Smash them all for this prince! Break their legs for this prince! Teach them a lesson! Let them know whose territory this is!”
His gang of lackeys were accustomed to this behavior; normally, they dared not provoke those in Wang City, but outside Wang City, in terms of power, no one was stronger than their prince’s household, and they have been rampant ever since.
Even when they bullied some lesser Xiao Taiji or little princes, there was no place to appeal, let alone a few mere merchants from Great Chu.
Thus, their attitude was particularly domineering and arrogant.
The Great Chu merchants were furious, having never met such a brazenly domineering person; if not for their last shred of reason reminding them, they’d wish to pounce on this damned prince and bite him to death.
Jinhoo was relatively composed, stepped out from the crowd, and coldly laughed: “Prince Buhe, do you know where this is? This is the place designated for our Great Chu merchant guild by your King of the Grasslands and Queen Ah Lan. The trade routes between the two nations are open, and we Great Chu merchants represent the sincerity of mutual exchange between the two countries. Are you sure you want to attack us here?”
“Are you dissatisfied with the decisions of your King of the Grasslands and Queen Ah Lan, or are you unhappy with us, Great Chu Country?”
After following Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin for many days, Jinhoo was no longer just a straightforward merchant, and naturally learned some of these tricks.
No matter what happens, first raise the flag to intimidate the opponents, such as the current situation; first, drag it into the matter of relations between the two countries, anyone with a little sense would weigh the situation upon hearing this.
Encountering those without any sense, such as the Prince Buhe standing here.
He sprang up three feet high: “Nonsense! Just a group of southern barbarians, inferior people, allowing you to step onto our grasslands is already giving you face! Otherwise, people as lowly as you aren’t even worthy to be dogs by my side! You dare act high and mighty before me! Tired of living, are you! Smash them all! If anyone obstructs, hit them without holding back, hit them to death, for each one hit to death is one less! These Great Chu bastards, they have cheap lives, if something happens, I’m here to cover it!”
The lackeys, hearing this, were just about to rush forward but were blocked by the guard squads.
Jinhoo’s face was somewhat pale; after all, he was still young, facing such nobility for the first time, there was some trepidation, but Prince Buhe’s words were so unpleasant that they made his blood boil, tightening his face as he gritted his teeth: “This is too much, you are simply going too far—”
Before finishing speaking, a voice lightly reprimanded: “Foolish! Why engage in a war of words with such arrogant fools, just beat them up and be done with it!”
Upon hearing this voice, all the Great Chu merchants and guards breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of reliance, their hearts settled, unable to hold back smiles as they looked over, who else could it be coming over but Wang Yongzhu?
She wore a red skirt and jacket, draped with a white, flawless fox fur cloak, holding a warming stove in her hands, walking gracefully like a figure from a painting.
Following her was a man with his head bowed, hard to see his appearance, further back were guards arranged by Great Chu.
This appearance subdued Prince Buhe; turning his head to see Wang Yongzhu’s figure, he couldn’t help but look lewd, even swallowing his saliva.
His eyes did not blink, staring at Wang Yongzhu: “A woman from Great Chu! Quite the flavor! Interesting! Indeed, they weren’t wrong, the women from Great Chu look more tender than those from our grasslands, just don’t know in bed—”
Before finishing the sentence, a “bang” was heard, and Prince Buhe was struck by a black shadow, letting out a howl, covering his face as he fell to the ground rolling, a fresh stream of blood seeping through his fingers.
The crowd hadn’t reacted yet when Wang Yongzhu very insincerely, theatrically exclaimed: “Ah, sorry, my hand slipped—”
When everyone looked over, the warming stove in Wang Yongzhu’s hands was gone, and turning their heads, it lay beside the rolling body of Prince Buhe.
Someone couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, this hand slipping was too precise.
The people from Great Chu felt extremely satisfied, the earlier attitude and words from Prince Buhe were indeed too excessive, although they had words from Song Chongjin beforehand, they were still somewhat apprehensive, feeling extremely repressed, at this moment seeing Prince Buhe knocked to the ground by Wang Yongzhu’s warming stove made them delighted.
If it weren’t for the wrong place, someone would have wanted to clap in appreciation.
The lackeys of Prince Buhe then reacted, clumsily some went to support the prince while others began to shout: “Who is this little girl? Daring to lay hands on our prince, surely she’s tired of living, come, catch this little girl—”
Those lackeys were about to surround Wang Yongzhu.
The guards nearby wouldn’t let Wang Yongzhu get hurt, just as they were about to rush to protect, Wang Yongzhu waved her hand leisurely, turning to the man following her with his head down: “What? Are you waiting for me to ask you formally? Prince Bayar?”
Prince Bayar?
Where did this prince come from?
The Great Chu merchants were puzzled, saying that the grasslands, other things aside, had many Taiji and princes.
Just like how officials are plentiful in the Capital City of Great Chu, Third Rank and Fourth Rank are everywhere, Fifth Rank and Sixth Rank are common like dogs, likewise, on the grasslands, without much else, princes and Taiji are as numerous as cowhides!
This journey, and at least a dozen princes and Taiji have been met, this surplus devalues them.
At first, they were startled, feeling like it was truly a prince! Later they saw, princes are not all the same.
In Great Chu, our princes are favored by the Emperor, royal family members, or only have great merit to be granted the title of prince, therefore extremely rare with high power and prestige.
Little did they know the grasslands princes were like bulk goods, having a little land, a few hundred people under them, they could claim the title of prince.
Some princes’ lands are barren, living just like rural landlords of Chu, even more impoverished.
Seeing so many, now hearing of a prince again, they are numb to it.
However, Prince Buhe’s lackeys were dumbfounded.
Prince Bayar? Didn’t hear it wrong, did they?
Looking up, the man who had been bowing his head finally lifted it, and wasn’t it Prince Bayar, the bully of Wang City?
This one is indeed Wang City’s little overlord, apart from the sons of the King of the Grasslands, this one is the most distinguished. His father has the biggest territory and power among the King’s enfeoffed lords, and his mother is the most favored princess consort, adored by Queen Ah Lan.
How come he’s following behind this little girl from Great Chu?
Although Prince Buhe’s lackeys couldn’t wrap their heads around it, the instinct to avoid harm already made their knees soften uncontrollably, plopping down one after another, kneeling on the ground.