Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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He inspected the small and delicate purse and turned it inside out, but it was merely as big as a palm.

There was nothing inside.

The boy didn’t give up and even studied every stitch gap. Still, he spotted nothing special.

“Aunt Liu, you’re not taking a fake one to fool me, are you?”

“…” So annoying. Someone, please take him away!

At last, the boy disgustedly returned the purse.

He walked out of the guest courtyard still in doubt. It was impossible. He clearly saw it that day. There was no way he saw it wrong, nor was he dazzled.

What the hell is going on?

Did Aunt Liu really take out a fake one to coax him?

The young man thought about it and waved towards a maid, “Eh, you, come here, come here!”

Upon hearing his call, the maid quickly stepped forward and bowed, “Young master.”

“Do you have a purse? The tiny kind with flowers embroidered on the outside, the palm-sized kind?” the young man asked.

“… Is it this kind that Young Master is talking about?” The maid froze and cautiously took out a purse from her lapel and showed it to the boy.

“Yes, yes, it’s this kind. Bring it to me and let me take a look.” Before the maid presented it, the boy grabbed it
impatiently.

He inspected it inside and out. It contained a small piece of broken silver, a few copper plates, and a pair of pearl earrings – nothing else.

He poured out the stuff and continued to shake it without giving out.

However, nothing continued to fall out of it.

“Is it really my eyesight?” The boy who had to accept the truth, threw the broken silver and copper plate earrings back into the purse, tossed it back to the maid and returned to the inner courtyard in depression.

He thought he found something interesting, but everything was an illusion, a lie.

After lunch, a guest paid a visit to the courtyard and came straight to the guest courtyard.

Seeing the visitor, Liu Yusheng stood rooted on the ground for a while. “Master Qian? What brings you here?”

She only met Qian Baihao once in mid-autumn when she was a child, and he hasn’t been to Xinghua Village since.

But every New Year’s holiday, the Liu family would receive a gift from Qian Baihao.

Their relationship was maintained in such harmony.

She didn’t expect to meet him again. She could still recognize him at a glance.

For more than ten years, Qian Baihao hasn’t changed much. If he has, he only had a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. The man remained a shrewd and elegant businessman with a noble aura around him.

“Miss Liu, I’m sorry to bother you. I heard from my subordinates that my son is here to attend the convention. I happened to pass by here, so I dropped by to take a look.” Qian Baihao, Qian Wanjin’s father, was much more reliable than him. He spoke like a spring breeze, advancing and retreating in a measured manner. His grasp of the sense of distance was just right.

“Yes, Young Boss went to the convention venue during the day. Looking at the time, it should be over, and he’s probably on the way back now.” Liu Yusheng asked someone to serve tea, invited Qian Baihao to take a seat, and smiled.

“That boy still knows serious business,” Qian Baihao scolded with a smile, “I said he will only run blindly all day. He’s so old, but still has no proper business and is unsure.”

There was no good way for Liu Yusheng to intervene. The old man’s mouth was pouring scores of complaints, but his eyes were all smiles and pleased.

Just as he finished speaking, Qian Wanjin yelled out of the door, “Lucky Nannan, I’m back! Come out and serve a cup of tea along the way! I have something good to show you!”

The man’s words arrived before he did.

When Qian Wanjin was about to cross into the living room and saw the person sitting inside, he froze, turned around, and ran.

“Brat, you still want to run!” Qian Baihao’s expression, which had been elegantly smiling since he entered, changed, and he sneered, “Escort him in!”

Escort Qian Wanjin.

The Qian family guards, who stationed at the living room’s door at some point, ambushed and dragged him inside with both his legs still flapping as if to run.

“Let go! Let go! Let me go!”

“Who are you? You’re addicted to running away, aren’t you!” Qian Baihao slapped the table and berated angrily.

This turn of events made Liu Yusheng a little confused. So Master Qian wasn’t passing by and was here to arrest Qian Wanjin!

What did Qian Wanjin do to make his father so angry that he even tore off his mask?