The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 283 Teahouse Disturbance

Seeing that Murong Peifeng had stopped, Jing Anle didn't want to say anything more to him and turned to leave.

Watching Jing Anle's retreating figure, another thought flashed through Murong Peifeng's mind. He bowed and said, "Respectfully seeing off the princess." When he raised his head, a deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

As the year draws to a close and the weather turns cold, many people gather in teahouses to listen to storytelling and warm themselves by the fire, which not only passes the time but also creates a lively and cozy atmosphere.

Jing Anle came to Mingyue Tower unexpectedly, so the private rooms were booked out early on.

"Princess, how about we go to another teahouse?"

Seeing that the teahouse was packed and the storyteller was speaking loudly, Afang felt that such a noisy environment was unsafe. After all, Jing Anle was of noble status, and it would be bad if something went wrong.

Seeing Jing Anle dressed in fine clothes, the waiter hurried over to greet her. He smiled and, with a quick wit, said, "Miss, don't worry, we have a seat. We can use a screen to separate us." The waiter was used to all kinds of customers, and naturally, a rich young lady like her couldn't sit with ordinary people.

Jing Anle followed the waiter's gaze and saw a screen in a corner. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to see anyone inside, but you could still hear the storyteller's voice.

"Let's take that spot, we won't be staying there for long anyway," Jing Anle said.

Afang agreed, knowing the guards would come looking for them soon, so she obediently paid the money, and the three of them sat down.

They had barely sat down when the storyteller reached a thrilling part. He continued, "This man had sworn an eternal love to the woman, but upon passing the imperial examinations, he abandoned his wife and children to marry another. Not only that, to preserve his wealth and status, he even killed his wife and children with his own hands, eliminating any future threats." A chorus of sighs erupted from the surrounding audience.

Jing Anle frowned slightly. Wasn't this exactly what she had experienced in her past life? How fickle the men of this world are!

Just then, the person behind the screen accidentally knocked over a teacup, making a crisp sound. Jing Anle couldn't help but turn her head to look, and through the gap in the screen, she could vaguely see a glimpse of a garment. She frowned; who was so careless?

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. It turned out that a group of spoiled young men, drunk and disorderly conduct, were causing trouble in the teahouse.

The young master at the head of the group noticed the screen blocking Jing Anle's view and, assuming it was someone special, swaggered over to pull it aside. Afang, seeing this, quickly stepped in front of him, asking, "What are you doing? Do you know who's in there?"

The young master ignored her and reached out to push Afang, saying, "I want to see who it is!"

Jing Anle's eyes turned cold. Mu Ping was about to make a move when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed the young master's wrist. A deep voice rang out: "Disturbing a distinguished person is a serious offense." Everyone was shocked and looked at the person who had suddenly appeared.

Jing Anle's eyes darkened slightly, thinking to herself: She would never forget that voice, even if she died.

Is this the same old trick again? Jing Anle looked up and coldly stared at Murong Peifeng, who was fighting with a drunkard. She was extremely sarcastic. A leopard can never change its spots.

Although Murong Peifeng was injured, he quickly dealt with the troublemakers, drawing cheers from the surrounding crowd.

"Princess, are you alright?" Murong Peifeng called out loudly, as if afraid that others would not know her identity.

The young masters who had just been beaten down by Murong Peifeng were even more frightened and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, "We were blind and did not recognize your greatness. Please spare our lives, Princess!"

"Please, Your Highness, have mercy!"

The people around looked at each other in bewilderment. Although there were many powerful and influential people in the capital, they had never seen a princess come to a teahouse for tea. For a moment, they all looked at Jing Anle.

Jing Anle's identity was suddenly exposed, so that everyone would know that he, Murong Peifeng, had publicly rescued the current legitimate princess.

Jing Anle coldly stared at everything, glancing at the people kneeling on the ground. This was a teahouse; how could there be drunk people here?

"Your Majesty, I am late in coming to your aid. The princess has been frightened," Murong Peifeng said.

Jing Anle then stood up from his seat, stepped over the overturned screen, and said with a forced smile, "Young Master Murong, your timing is perfect!"

Murong Peifeng bowed slightly, "The princess left something behind just now, and I wanted to return it to her in person, but then I ran into these few scoundrels who have no sense of propriety." After saying that, he took out a jade hairpin from his bosom.

His words were ambiguous, and for a moment, everyone was secretly speculating about the relationship between Jing Anle and Murong Peifeng.

Jing Anle scoffed, "Your Highness is mistaken, this is not mine."

Murong Peifeng lowered his eyes and remained silent; this thing was indeed found in the alley.

"This hairpin is of such poor quality, Your Highness should take a good look at it. Would I use such a thing? If everyone brings an object and claims it as mine, then I won't be able to explain myself."

The teahouse was filled with men, women, and children. Some people were discussing, "This hairpin is so plain that even I wouldn't like it, let alone a princess."

At this point, someone chimed in, "That's right, how could a princess use something like that?"

Although Jing Anle was dressed as a noblewoman today, she was still wearing gold hairpins and silver combs. Although she wasn't adorned with pearls and jade, she still looked very noble.

Everyone has eyes to see, and for a moment they all felt that Murong Peifeng was deliberately trying to establish a relationship with the princess.

Seeing that the crowd was still watching, the teahouse owner quickly said, "Everyone, please disperse, please disperse. Our shop is closed for today."

The crowd scattered immediately, leaving only a few kneeling on the ground, too afraid to move.

At this moment, an old man wearing a faded blue robe, carrying an erhu on his back and leading a little girl, walked out. The old man seemed to have injured his foot, as he limped and walked very slowly. The little girl was also thinly dressed, but she was clean and tidy.

The shopkeeper, accustomed to all sorts of people, immediately understood when he saw Jing Anle still looking around, and called out, "Uncle Li, come here."

Hearing the shopkeeper call out, the old man quickly turned around, as if he had done something wrong, and bowed very low, "Boss."

The shopkeeper explained, "This is Uncle Li, who lives near the bridge, and his granddaughter, who make a living by performing here."

They were all out there trying to make a living, so the old man quickly said, "Thanks to the boss for taking us in and allowing my grandson and I to sing and play music here to earn some money for our family's medical treatment."

"Shopkeeper, you're quite kind-hearted."

Jing Anle ignored Murong Peifeng standing to the side and went straight to the little girl. She squatted down and tidied the little girl's messy hair. Although the little girl was poorly dressed, she was very cute and delicate.

"Afang, bring me my cloak."

"Yes."

The little girl was not tall, so Jing Anle folded the cloak in half to completely enclose her, and then had Afang give some loose silver to Old Man Li.

"Take this money and have a good winter."

The shopkeeper chimed in, "Uncle Li, you've really met a benefactor."

"Thank you, Princess." After saying this, Old Man Li was about to kneel down and kowtow, but Jing Anle stopped him, "The roads are slippery in the snow, go home early."