The Adventures of the Crying Princess

Bai Yimeng relied on his experience to restore her true appearance and blew away the ink. "Probably, this is her true appearance."

"Xiaobai, how do you know everything?" Su Beichen took the drawing paper and smiled. After more than ten days of hard work, he finally had a direction.

"Don't be happy too soon. This guy is a master of disguise. Who knows, he might disguise himself as Zhang San, Li Si, or even one of you next time." Bai Yimeng ate melon seeds with a leisurely look.

"What should I do then?" Su Beichen's hope, which had just ignited, was extinguished again.

Bai Yimeng didn't rush to answer. She spat out the melon seed shells, walked out of the tea shed, and patted a little beggar, "Maomao, do me a favor and find someone."

Bai Yimeng gave both portraits to the little beggar and gave her an extra piece of dessert. "Go back and ask the brothers to come for tea."

The little beggar clasped his fists, took the portrait and snacks and ran away.

"Xiao Bai, what do you mean?" Su Beichen was stunned. He couldn't understand what a little beggar could be capable of. Could it be that he was stronger than their group of well-trained brothers?

"Shut up and drink tea. I have some good new tea here. I'll make it for you." Bai Yimeng said as he went inside. Soon he came out with a teapot and a plate of snacks.

Bai Yimeng's operation did not look like that of a novice, and Yuwen Ji felt bad. He always felt that he had made the little girl suffer over the years.

Su Beichen smacked his lips. "This tea is really good. Even Prince Yi's Mansion doesn't have tea this good. Xiaobai, where did you get this from?"

"There are plenty of tea trees in Wan'an Valley, but we can't drink all of them every year. So my fellow apprentices and I go to different places to buy tea. It's so much fun." Bai Yimeng said excitedly, his eyes turning into crescents.

"Then why didn't you send some to me?" Yuwen Ji curled his lips. He had plenty of tea, but he felt that the little girl had no conscience.

"Hey, have you ever heard of sending tea to your enemies? There's nothing wrong with you, right?" Bai Yimeng pinched Yuwen Ji's face jokingly.

The people from Jingzhao Prefecture present lowered their heads silently. They did not know the identity of this Brother Bai, and they did not dare to ask.

Just when everyone was feeling so embarrassed that they didn’t know what to do, the little beggar from before ran back and said, “Young Master, a brother said he saw this man, eating buns at... at the entrance of West Street..." The little beggar ran over, panting heavily.

"Maomao, sit down, have a cup of tea, and calm down." Bai Yimeng turned his head to look at Su Beichen, "Sir Su, the rest is your job."

The news came out so quickly that not only Su Beichen but even Yuwen Ji was a little shocked.

Su Beichen led the people from Jingzhao Prefecture out of the teahouse. Yuwen Ji stared at Bai Yimeng curiously, "Who is this kid? He looks young but he's quite smart."

"I don't want to talk about this for now, I'll tell you later. By the way, his name is Maomao. I gave it to him, it sounds nice, right?"

Yuwen Ji wanted to say, what a weird name this is. But he didn't dare to, so he could only agree in a flattering way, "It sounds nice, very nice."

"Young Master, I'm full and it's time to go." Maomao said, bowed politely, and walked out.

"Okay." Bai Yimeng stuffed a few snacks into Maomao's mouth, "Eat them when you're hungry tonight."

When she and Yuwen Ji were the only ones left in the teahouse, Yuwen Ji finally asked what he had been holding back for a long time, "Young Master? What young master? Did your master know that you switched to another sect? Doesn't he care?"

"Uh...it's getting late. Let's go back home. I'm hungry." Bai Yimeng blinked his eyes and put on an innocent and cute look.

Knowing that she was interrupting on purpose, Yuwen Ji just fell for it, so he simply shut up and pulled her back.

"I'll tell you about this later. I don't want to talk about it now."

Bai Yimeng took the initiative to speak, which surprised Yuwen Ji. He nodded slightly, "Okay, you can talk about it anytime you want."

The afterglow of the sunset dyed the earth red, and vendors pushed their carts in groups of three or five and rushed home.

"It's great, the prosperous times are great." Bai Yimeng looked around and his eyes fell on Yuwen Ji, "Your Majesty, maybe he is really a good emperor."

"Since he is a good emperor, let's not play tricks on him in the future, okay? Old people can't help but be scared." Thinking of Bai Yimeng pretending to be Marquis of Zhenbei and chatting with Emperor Mingde in the middle of the night, Yuwen Ji felt a chill on his back.

He didn't know why his father was so calm and was not scared at all.

A crow flew by, cawing. Bai Yimeng looked up and laughed, "Fool, do you think His Majesty doesn't know that I'm pretending to be him? His Majesty is just missing the old times, and seeing that I look like him, he wants to play with me. His Majesty is so wise, how could he not recognize his childhood playmate?"

Yuwen Ji suddenly smiled and pinched Bai Yimeng's face, "Little rascal, why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me worry for a long time."

Suddenly, a strange fragrance came over, and Bai Yimeng quickly flashed in front of Yuwen Ji, "Stand back!"

Yuwen Ji also noticed something was wrong and lifted Bai Yimeng to the side with one hand, "Shorty, you should step back."

Bai Yimeng held his forehead with his hand, then thought that it was time to let this fool understand how treacherous the world is.

Crouching beside the roasted corn stall, he handed over some silver and said, "Give me some corn."

Bai Yimeng ate the food in big mouthfuls, enjoying the heat from the fire.

Yuwen Ji's situation was not as easy as he had imagined. Even though she was a woman, she was very good at whipping.

Although Yuwen Ji was not bad, the other party was also good at using poison. Poisonous insects and spiders were thrown at him from time to time.

He had to dodge the opponent's whip and guard against attacks from poisonous insects, so he was really busy.

"Little girl, is that man your father?" The old man selling roasted corn smiled and looked very kind.

Bai Yimeng sneered and asked instead, "We ruined Qianyu Pavilion's business. You should be very angry."

After eating the corn, he wiped his mouth and took another one himself.

"Oh, you recognize me. When I was your age, I was fearless. But now I am old and useless."

"Old Pavilion Master, you are too modest. The boy surnamed Jiang is quite skilled, and it is obvious that a good father will have a good son. It's just a pity."

"What a pity?" The head of Qianyu Pavilion raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"It's a pity that all my kung fu skills have been wasted." Bai Yimeng tossed the corn back and forth in her hands, grimacing from the heat.

The old Pavilion Master handed over a piece of corn leaf and said, "You are still young and inexperienced. How dare you hold something so hot with your hands?"

Bai Yimeng looked at the corn leaf, took it with a smile, wrapped it around the corn and started to eat it. "The corn dipped in Broken Heart Powder tastes different. Your Broken Heart Powder is full of flavor, much better than the one I had years ago."

As soon as these words came out, the old Pavilion Master's face flashed with surprise. The Heartbroken Powder of his Qianyu Pavilion was a different kind of stuff.

It was a colorless and tasteless delicacy. Even a poison expert might not be able to tell it. This girl not only knew how to tell it, but also dared to eat it. It was unbelievable.

Bai Yimeng curled his lips, reached for the stove again, took out a corn, and handed it to the old Pavilion Master, "You are the elder, how can you watch me while I eat? Let's eat together, it tastes better when we eat together. We are a famous and upright family, and we follow the rules."

The old Pavilion Master took the corn, looked at it, smelled it, and licked it. After finding nothing unusual, he ate it with confidence.

"You have to be an old hand to be meticulous in your work." At some point, only the corn stalks were left in Bai Yimeng's hands.

The leader of Qianyu Pavilion was still worried, so he took a small bite tentatively and smacked his lips. Only after he confirmed something was wrong did he start eating with peace of mind.

"Qianyu Pavilion is an expert in poison. How dare I show off my skills in front of them? The old Pavilion Master is too cautious." Bai Yimeng wanted to eat more, but a burp came over him. "I'm full. I don't want to eat anymore." After saying that, he sat on the ground and started playing with corn stalks.