A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

There were shadows in the window, and Prince Wang glanced at them sideways. He stood like a solitary pine or cypress, with a stern appearance and as upright as Mount Hua. He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe, and he looked upright and noble, yet particularly lonely.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

The sound came from the sky, very faint and very low.

"Do you want to change the medicine? Time was tight and we didn't have time..."

Before he could finish his words to stop the quarrel, Prince Wang raised his hand to interrupt him.

Having followed the young master for many years, no one understood the young master's mind better than him, so he quietly stepped aside.

For a long time, except for the occasional "crackling" sound of a candle, the room was as quiet as the bottom of a valley.

"Sir, I think we can't let Miss Wen get away with it too easily, otherwise, she will think we are easy to bully."

Zhi Zheng saw that the young master had been silent for a long time and was afraid that he would get sick.

Hearing the angry tone in the words of stopping the dispute, Prince Wang slowly turned around, looked at him from a distance, and slowly asked:

"Where do you start talking about this?"

"Sir, it's true that Miss Wen has made contributions, but we have also helped her a lot, openly and secretly, but she is ungrateful and abandoned us.

Putting aside other things, even if she is no longer a maid in your house, she has served you after all. It is a bit too much to treat you like this.

If it were me, I would definitely find a chance to teach her a lesson."

Zhi Zheng's face flushed red, and he looked indignant, as if he was about to go out and have a fight with Wen Meijiu immediately.

Prince Wang's expression eased slightly, and he shook his head and said:

"You may have forgotten that villains and women are the most difficult to raise.

If it weren't for that mysterious hidden weapon, I wouldn't have wasted so much time and effort on her."

"Since you said so, will we just leave it at that?"

Unwilling to stop the fight, he smashed his left fist into his right palm.

"She's just a woman, what else do you want?

Once I get the mysterious hidden weapon, I will have nothing to do with her anymore."

At this moment, Prince Wang looked at Zhizheng with his brows slightly furrowed, completely different from his previous attitude. Instead, a trace of worry appeared on his face.

"I really can't bear to see you being humiliated like this, it really makes me angry.

Since you said so, just forget it."

He stopped fighting and lowered his head, but his eyes were darting around for a while, and suddenly he said:

"Since her family needs money, why not just make things clear and give her the money to buy her hidden weapon?

She loves money, and we have money, so we can be more straightforward and avoid this kind of humiliation."

Seeing Zhi Zheng speaking so impatiently, Prince Wang stood aside without saying a word, and paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

"You think she's a money lover."

He stopped arguing and turned around, saying confidently:

"Isn't she?"

Prince Wang shook his head slightly and said firmly:

"If she really was attracted by money, things would be much easier, but she just doesn't like money.

I have tried to test her before, but she was unmoved."

"So we have run into someone who is stubborn and unyielding."

As soon as the words to stop the dispute were spoken, Prince Wang turned around and looked at him. Although his eyes were calm, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in the depths of their darkness.

"If someone doesn't obey, they are not necessarily bad people."

Zhi Zheng finally caught a glimpse of pity on the young master's face. He suppressed a smile and nodded:

"You are right, sir. Miss Wen is indeed not bad and has great abilities. I have seen them myself.

If she is willing to work for us, things will be much easier."

The young master also agreed with his opinion. If they could get the black lump, they could make a lot of them and distribute them to the soldiers in the army. It would be like adding wings to a tiger and they would be invincible.

"The difficulty is that she refuses to work for us."

Prince Wang sighed softly and paced back and forth in the room.

"She is just a woman, even if she has great abilities, she will eventually get married and raise children.

For this reason, we can write an article about it.”

Zhi Zheng touched his neck, not knowing whether speaking at this moment would make his master unhappy, so he just took the risk.

Prince Wang raised his dark eyes sharply, locked his gaze on him, and asked:

"What do you want to say?"

Zhi Zheng choked up, feeling a little guilty when being looked at by the young master, and dared not continue to speak, but he could not avoid the young master's gaze, so he lied:

"I think we can observe who she likes and let that person persuade her to do what I want."

With his eyelashes slightly drooped, Prince Wang straightened his back, with no expression on his face, and asked in a calm voice:

"So who did you observe that she likes?"

Zhi Zheng didn't expect his young master to ask him this question. He was speechless for a moment. After hesitating for a long time, he had to answer and said tentatively:

"Although Miss Wen has been freed from slavery, she is still from a poor family and of humble origin. She and Big Brother Bu Er get along very well..."

Before Zhizheng could finish his words, he was interrupted by Prince Wang:

"Bu Er can get along well with her, but we are not a good match. Her parents will not agree."

Zhi Zheng swallowed his saliva and was a little afraid to respond. He really hated himself for talking too much and seemed to have made the young master unhappy.

After he finished speaking, noticing that Zhi Zheng didn't even dare to breathe, Prince Wang also realized that his words were too harsh, so he slowed down his tone and said:

"You may not know that although her family is poor, her father is a well-read man and has passed the imperial examination, which makes him a family of noble character."

When he praised the Wen family in this way, it sounded like it was true. After all, their father had some achievements, while the Bu'er family was just servants in Prince Wang's mansion.

"Well, that's really inappropriate."

Zhi Zheng didn't think so at first. Wen Meijiu used to be a maid in the mansion, and the Bu'er family had been in the mansion for many years. They were loyal servants, and their status was equal, so he dared to mention it so casually.

"Who else could it be?"

Prince Wang asked again.

After their young master said this, let alone Buer, Zhizheng suddenly felt that there was a huge gap in status between himself and Wen Meijiu, so how could they dare to make irresponsible remarks.

He bowed and clasped his hands, stopped arguing and said honestly:

"I am stupid and can't think of it."

"Think again."

The young master didn't know whether he was deliberately making things difficult for him or what, but he still made him think even though he couldn't figure it out.

It was very difficult to stop the dispute, so he complained deliberately:

"Miss Wen has such a good family background and is so beautiful that she can dwarf the moon and the flowers. From what I have observed, she is very picky and will definitely be very picky when it comes to choosing men. She will look down on everyone else."

Prince Wang disagreed and retorted:

"Her father is just a minor scholar. She is not that great. How can she be so arrogant?"

No matter how he said it, it didn't work. Zhi Zheng simply kept his mouth shut and stood there straight.

Prince Wang seemed to realize that he was being too demanding, so he sighed softly and said:

"You've been busy for a long time, you should go and have a rest."

"I dare not. Sir, your wound has not healed yet. Do you want to invite a doctor from outside to take a look?"

Zhi Zheng remembered that when he had warmed up the wine just now, the young master was so scared that he didn't even have time to check on his wound. He was still very worried in his heart. What if the wound became festered?