The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

After leaving Rongxin Hall, Mingyue went to the magnificent Xiaojin Pavilion, a large jewelry store that the Yu family had run since the previous dynasty.

"Sister, are you sure, this is Yu Youyou, bah, Sister Yu gave it to you?" Minghao originally had no feelings for Yu Youyou, but now he regretted it so much. He should have clung to his sister earlier.

"I'm not sure. Let me take another look." Mingyue took out the deed and checked it over and over again, not forgetting to ask Jiang Mengrou to help take a look.

"Yes, that's right."

Hearing her mother's affirmation, Mingyue instantly gained confidence. She got off the carriage and walked to the gate.

The place was crowded with people. The maids and waiters inside were doing their duties, but no one came to greet the guests. Mingyue was a little unhappy and just stood there with a frown.

Those people were clearly watching their family, so why didn’t they come to greet them?

At this time, a gorgeously dressed woman squeezed past Mingyue. If Mingyang had not been quick-eyed and quick-handed, Mingyue would have fallen to the ground.

"Hey, who are you? Apologize to my sister!" Minghao is an extroverted sister-protecting maniac. He can't stand anyone bullying his younger sister, so he shouted at the woman who is a head taller than him.

The man used his armored pinky finger to fiddle with the hair on his forehead and glanced at Mingyue's family. "Who are you? Get out of here!"

"You are so rude!" Minghao looked at her viciously.

"What a joke! It's obviously your sister, yet she's standing at the gate and refusing to go in. She must be a country bumpkin from somewhere. If you can't afford it, don't come." The woman sneered.

As more and more people gathered around to join in the fun, the woman became more and more proud. "Your sister is so fat, with such a big ball blocking the way. Who can squeeze in? It's a good thing that the waiter at the Golden Pavilion was so kind that he didn't try to trick you out. If it were me, I would have had your whole family chased away long ago."

"Puchi" Jiang Mengrou happened to hear this when she got off the carriage, "I want to see who dares to drive out the people who come to consume for no reason."

Jiang Mengrou already had a natural aura of nobility. When she emerged from the carriage, the woman was dazzled. "Who are you? Are you here to speak up for this little girl?"

Jiang Mengrou said nothing, but just walked behind Mingyue to give her a sense of security.

The woman thought that the noble lady was just seeing injustice and advised, "Madam, if you have nowhere to use your kindness, why not go to the dilapidated temple outside the city? There are many beggars there."

"What's going on? Is someone causing trouble?"

A man's powerful voice came from outside the crowd.

He pushed through the crowd and walked to the front with a small group of people. "Someone reported you guys causing trouble again? Come with me!"

Zhao Yunshan recognized the man in front of him and quickly called out, "General Ma!"

General Ma's eyes widened. Isn't this General Zhao? These people around him...could they be his family members? Then! Could they be Princess Yongle and the young princess?

Who is this woman? She has hit a wall!

"Zhao..." General Ma originally wanted to clasp his fists in salute, but when he saw him gesturing towards him, he immediately understood and pretended to be surprised, "Brother Zhao, why are you here?"

Zhao Yunshan recounted the story, and the people around him nodded, indicating that they could testify.

So he turned his attention to the rude woman, "Madam? Why are you slandering this young lady? If you sincerely apologize now, you might be able to avoid jail time."

"You, you are in cahoots with them! It's no big deal. You just said a few words to this little girl." The woman's nonchalant look angered General Ma, who regarded the law as the most supreme truth.

"Then please ask this lady to come with us and capture her." He waved his hand, and two soldiers stepped forward to hold the woman.

"Ahhhhh, go away! I'm the mistress of this Xiaojin Pavilion! All of you get out of here!" The woman was a little crazy. She didn't want to be touched by these dirty men.

"Sir, please forgive me. My wife is just like this by nature and has no ill intentions." A man dressed in elegant attire walked out of the Gold Selling Pavilion. "I'm Zhang Binglin, the owner of the Gold Selling Pavilion."

Then he turned around and looked at Mingyue, "Little girl, I'm sorry, my aunt has a bad temper. You are a villain and don't hold it against me. Please forgive her!"

Although Zhang Binglin's tone was sincere, Mingyue could see his disdain from his hypocritical expression.

"Wow, uncle, are you really the boss here?" Mingyue looked at him with curiosity and even some admiration.

Zhang Binglin blurted out, "Of course, this is an industry passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors."

Mingyue nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, maybe I was mistaken. I thought this was a shop opened by my friend."

Hearing this, Zhang Binglin's expression was a little surprised, and he said unnaturally, "Yes, you must have made a mistake. Well, in that case, you should leave quickly."

Mingyue nodded, looking well-behaved and even a little silly.

Minghao couldn't help swallowing his saliva. If it was said that in this family, the eldest brother Mingyang was a smiling tiger who was cheerful all day long, then the younger sister Mingyue was simply pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

Before leaving, he looked at Zhang Binglin and the woman with sympathy, and hurriedly followed the small gas tank that could explode at any time.

Ma Canjun stood there, somewhat bewildered. Since the young princess didn't care, then forget it. But he couldn't help but care. A good subordinate should master as much information as possible so that the superiors could come to him whenever they needed it.

So, he immediately started to look up the background information of the Xiaojin Pavilion, even the fact that its predecessor was just a small stall, which he investigated thoroughly.

He looked at the last piece of information about the change of ownership of the Gold-Smelling Pavilion, and saw the name "Zhao Mingyue." He pondered over it, not knowing who this person was, and he began to repeat it unconsciously, "Zhao Mingyue?" "Zhao Mingyue?" "Why do I feel like I've heard this somewhere before?"

The assistant beside him happened to come in to deliver some information. Upon hearing what he said, he jokingly said, "Why, since you can't solve the case, you're just chanting the little princess's name and performing a mantra to purify your heart?"

"What? Whose name did you say that was?"

The assistant shrugged, "Little Princess, what's wrong?"

General Ma laughed out loud, "Just wait, we'll have something to watch."

No wonder, he could leave indifferently after suffering such a great injustice. Tsk tsk tsk, Zhang Binglin, you’d better wish you good luck.

By the way, this little princess is really as the rumors say, so adorable and so blessed!

I'll ask for something tomorrow, but I don't know if she will agree.