The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

The woman's disheveled hair covered most of her face. She was only wearing a thin tube top and panties. She fell hard on the ground and came into contact with the fine sand and gravel, causing her knees and elbows to rub and bleed.

Fortunately, the jump from the low window of the attic was not too high, and the woman took a while to recover, only spraining her ankle. When she heard someone in the building shouting to arrest someone, she still endured the pain and limped towards the crowd, not caring whether her white limbs were exposed to the air for people to see through, she just wanted to escape, she just wanted to escape!

Stumbling and struggling, she uttered a hoarse voice: "Help, help..."

The madam sent a strong man to chase her out, his face was as red as a pig's liver, and he spat: This damn girl is really unpresentable, does she think she has wings? She doesn't listen to good or bad words, and doesn't know what's good for her!

How could a weak woman with a limp escape the pursuit of two strong men? Just when two rough hands were about to grab the woman's thin elbow, a tall figure stood in front of her, took off his outer robe and covered her entire body, then protected her behind him.

The woman looked up at the man's back in front of her. Although she couldn't see his face, she could feel his gentleness.

She seemed to have seen a life-saving straw. She grasped the corner of his clothes tightly with one hand and tried to hold the collar of his robe with the other hand, gasping for breath.

The robe hung on the ground, completely covering her bare feet.

"You are bullying a weak woman in broad daylight. Is there any law against you?" the man asked.

People around gradually gathered around to watch the fun. If you looked down from the air, you would see that all the oil-paper umbrellas on the entire street gathered together to form a circle that was surprisingly airtight.

At this time, Li Xiying saw that a crowd of people was gradually gathering not far away. Through the crowd, she roughly saw what had happened.

A disheveled girl was protected by a kind-hearted man behind her. She was facing two burly men. People watching the fun were talking about it.

"This woman is truly chaste."

"Yes, I would rather flee from this place of prostitution with my clothes in disarray than be a prostitute to anyone."

"What a chaste heroine!"...

"Our mother spent a lot of money to buy this girl, but she doesn't know how to appreciate her good life and just wants to escape. You better get out of my way, otherwise if we force us, don't blame us for being blind." One of the sturdy men clenched his fists and showed his big fists.

"No! I don't want to go back, I want to go home!" The woman trembled and held the man in front of her and refused to let go. Suddenly, two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"That's not up to you. Your grandfather handed you over to me, so I have to treat you well. Wouldn't it be irresponsible to let you wander around?" The madam's voice came at the right time, and she walked towards them step by step with her back straightened, speaking disgusting words in a caring tone.

The eyes of the crowd, who were watching a play, were suddenly attracted to the madam, and they consciously made room for her.

The woman shook her head vigorously: "My grandmother is still waiting for me to go home, I want to go home..."

"Go home? Hahaha... Aren't we taking you home, silly girl?" The old procuress laughed and gave the two strong men a look, intending to take the people away directly. She didn't believe that the man dared to really stop her.

"How much money can buy this lady's freedom?" The man tried his best to shield the trembling lady behind him, and then asked the madam.

"Buy her freedom?" The madam was slightly stunned and looked at the man in front of her. He was wearing a white silk undershirt and a dark forged robe wrapped around him. He looked quite decent and it was hard to tell what his family background was.

The madam counted on her fingers, pretending to calculate the bill. "I spent two hundred copper coins when I bought her... This woman eats, drinks, sleeps with me, and uses my things. Adding the losses, it should be at least ten thousand copper coins. Just give me one hundred taels of gold ingots."

There were sighs all around, this was an opportunity to blackmail.

It was obvious that the madam was lying with her eyes open. One hundred taels of gold was enough to redeem the freedom of several courtesans.

"Why, you can't afford it? If you can't afford it, just come to our Xunle Tower more often. Three or five strings of cash are enough to entertain our good lady." The madam laughed wildly and motioned to the two strong men on her left and right to go and get the person.

The man remained motionless and refused to move: "Of course I don't have the hundred taels of gold with me, but I am the son of Han Wei, the Minister of War. You can come to my humble abode to get it. I will keep the lady."

It is shameful to reveal one's family background, but this is the only thing to do at this critical moment.

There was an uproar all around, the son of the Minister of War.

Han Yu, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, was the one who repeatedly refused to be the prime minister! As the saying goes, a tiger father will have a dog son. Han Yu was also a well-known figure in the court. He was also a counselor and was very popular with the emperor. Naturally, his son was not much worse. So, he saw injustice and saved people from danger.

The madam immediately changed her expression. If you don't do this business that is sure to make money, you're a fool! She smiled flatteringly and said, "I see. Since you are a well-known person, you will not default on your debt. I will send someone to take the wife's indenture to your house to collect the money. This woman is Young Master Han. You can take her away."

After the excitement was over, the crowd dispersed like wind and clouds as the madam and a few strong men left. Some went about their business as usual, some went about their shopping as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The mist and rain were like fog, which gradually spread with the wind and touched the hair at Li Xi's temples. I didn't expect that there were such scenes in the drama scripts among the people. It was really eye-opening.

The woman's voice in the distance was as soft as a mosquito and could not be heard clearly.

"My name is Shanluo. Thank you for rescuing me, sir. It's just that..." Shanluo was about to say something but stopped, tears falling down her face.

"You can talk about it." said the man.

Shan Luo knelt down while enduring the pain in his legs, "My benefactor, can you let me go home first, say goodbye to my grandmother, and then... I will follow you and work like a slave."

"You don't have to work like a slave. Just help me to the end. I will take you home directly." The man helped her up and said softly, "Don't call me benefactor. I am Han Qi."

"Thank you... Mr. Han."

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When she came back to her senses, Li Xiying remembered that she had been in a stalemate with the painter for a long time. Li Xiying was waiting patiently for her to add a hundred strings of cash. She really didn't want to continue.

"Ten taels of gold, is that okay?" If she was willing to pay ten taels of gold, she would paint. If she was not willing to pay a hundred taels of gold, that was fine too. But she overlooked one problem.

"Ten taels of gold?" The painter was shocked. He didn't know that Li Xiying could say this number so casually.

She thought the stall owner would give up and she would just give him a way out, but he slammed the table and said, "Ten ounces of gold, I'll give it to you!"

Li Xi was surprised. She was too hungry. Then she remembered that her grandmother once said that a good meal could cover the annual income and expenditure of ordinary people. She also used a poem that ordinary people often lamented: "There is no idle land in the world, but farmers still starve to death."

She didn't believe it, and once asked her maid to calculate the income and expenditure of ordinary people for several years. Only then did she realize that the gap between ordinary people and the royal family was as huge as the difference between heaven and earth. But this painter was not simple.

I never thought that this ordinary woman in front of me, who seemed to make a living by painting portraits, was actually a wealthy person with great wealth.

This portrait is worth several years or even more of income for ordinary people. I can't help but wonder how long it will take her to earn back the money?

Before knowing her identity, her face was so valuable?