Little Peach asked anxiously, “Miss, has Yang Yang still not returned?”
“Boss, are you calling me?”
Yang Yang ran over breathlessly.
He looked at the lively scene in front of him and was completely stunned.
Oh my god!
He had only left for about an hour—what on earth happened? Why were there suddenly so many people lining up to buy stinky tofu?
Could it be…
He turned and lowered his voice as he spoke to Grandfather He Donghai:
“Grandfather, you must have spent quite a lot of silver, right? You really went all out—you even hired so many actors to boost the crowd.”
He Donghai looked confused.
“My private savings were confiscated by your grandmother. Where would I get money to do something like that?”
“But earlier in the mansion, didn’t you say you’d find people to support me?”
He Donghai pointed at a few old friends not far away.
“I did. Aren’t they right there?”
“Lazy Yang Yang, hurry up and entertain the customers.”
Sigh. Boss had given him a nickname again.
He had only gone back to the He residence, planning to eat a quick meal and ask his grandfather to bring people over to support the stall.
Who knew his grandfather was secretly eating hotpot again? Seeing such a feast, he sat down and ate from start to finish—and almost forgot about the stall entirely.
“Boss, I wasn’t slacking off! I’ll go entertain the customers and maintain order right now.”
Then he immediately switched into his role and said seriously to his grandfather, He Donghai:
“This customer, please go line up properly! If you’re late, you might not be able to buy any. Don’t think just because I’m your grandson you don’t need to queue.”
He Donghai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
This grandson really changes faces quickly. A moment ago he was begging for help to bring people here, and now that business was booming, he was acting all proud.
At that moment, Zhu Yuanting looked at the bustling scene and stomped his foot in anger.
Originally, he had spread rumors to make Yu Zhizhi a laughingstock. He never expected it would instead bring her a wave of customers.
And he even lost one tael of silver.
“Brother Zhang, Brother Shuzhen, think of a way quickly to ruin her stall!”
Zhang Pei suddenly had an idea.
“I’ve got it.”
He pulled the two of them aside and whispered a few words.
Then the three of them ran toward the government office.
Zhang Pei glanced back at the stall, revealing a sinister smile.
Hmph. Let her be proud a little longer.
Not long after.
Yu Zhizhi, who had been standing by the hot oil pan for a long time, was already sweating heavily. She took a big gulp of cold water from a bamboo cup before feeling slightly better.
At that moment, several constables approached. Dressed in official uniforms with sabers at their waists, they looked imposing.
Yu Zhizhi was slightly confused.
Why were constables here?
The leading tall constable said loudly:
“You are Yu Zhizhi, correct? We received a report that someone complained you are setting up a stall in front of the Sixth Prince’s residence and disturbing public order. Evidence and witnesses are all present. Leave immediately.”
Yu Zhizhi glanced at the distance.
“Zhang Pei, it was you three who reported me, right?”
She had already noticed them whispering in the corner earlier.
And only these three had conflicts with her.
Zhang Pei sneered proudly,
“Yes, it was us. What about it? Are you going to deny you’re disturbing public order?”
“Whom did I disturb?” Yu Zhizhi asked calmly.
Zhu Yuanting immediately answered,
“You disturbed the Sixth Prince!”
Yu Zhizhi let out a cold laugh.
“Oh? Really? Then why didn’t the Sixth Prince send anyone to drive me away? Or are you all so close to him that you can make decisions for him?”
The three of them froze.
How could they possibly have any relationship with the cold and distant Sixth Prince?
Yu Shujin quickly said,
“We are just reporting to the authorities in good faith. If the Sixth Prince knew about this, he would definitely support us.”
Yu Zhizhi didn’t bother arguing further and turned to the guards at the gate.
“Guard brother, please call your master out.”
The guards were also annoyed by the stinky smell and immediately went inside to report.
Soon, the guard Zhao Yi informed the Sixth Prince.
Zhao Yunjin paused while writing.
It seemed she had offended quite a few people—now even the authorities had been brought here.
“Let’s go.”
When he walked out, Zhao Yi was stunned—he didn’t expect the master to personally come out.
Someone in the crowd shouted:
“The Sixth Prince is out!”
Yu Zhizhi looked up for the first time since transmigration and met him face to face.
He wore a dark green brocade robe with a white belt, black boots, and long black hair secured with a jade hairpin. His aura was cold and noble.
He was extremely tall—about 190 cm—with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a perfect build.
His eyebrows were sharp, eyes deep, nose straight, lips thin—an appearance that should have been breathtaking.
But the iron mask on his face added a mysterious, almost eerie feeling.
Yu Zhizhi politely followed the crowd and bowed with a sweet smile:
“Your Highness, am I disturbing you by setting up my stall here?”
Zhang Pei and the others were waiting to see her suffer.
But Zhao Yunjin’s voice was low and cold:
“You are not disturbing this prince. You may continue.”
Yu Zhizhi was slightly surprised, then smiled brightly:
“Thank you!”
The matter was settled.
After Zhao Yunjin turned and returned to the residence and the constables left, Zhang Pei and the others finally snapped back to reality.
Impossible!
Had the Sixth Prince been charmed?
He was supposed to hate women!