The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: The Prince of Unyielding Spirit

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Seeing him still with a furrowed brow, the woman slightly turned her head, signaling him to look outside the window.

Then, he saw a scene that left him stunned.

The group chasing him had already arrived outside, but they were like headless flies, circling outside without being able to approach the shop’s entrance even half a step, as if they couldn’t see the shop at all.

It’s a bit like they fell into a legendary maze.

Could it be that the woman before him is indeed a hidden master of the world?

Yes, it must be. Legend has it that these masters possess powers to move mountains and seas, overturn heaven and earth, usually hidden from the world, and appear only when the nation and people are in peril, to reverse the tide.

The reason those people can’t come in must be because this master has arranged a maze outside!

Thinking of this, he became excited.

The woman lazily spoke again: "Fated ones, as you have seen, this shop sells everything." After a brief pause, she raised her eyes to look at him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, and added, "including... wishes."

He froze.

What does this mean?

Including... wishes?

Is it the literal meaning? Selling wishes? Meaning his wishes could be fulfilled?

Is it possible? The woman’s words seemed like a joke, yet inexplicably, he felt that she wasn’t joking.

"Guest, please have some tea." Kong Hou first placed a cup of tea in front of the woman and then placed a cup in front of him. He looked at the two teacups, suddenly feeling inexplicably complicated, and as he smelled the fragrance of the tea, his mood became even more complex. The cup in front of the Boss glistened with bright luster, with ancient patterns and overflowing tea fragrance. But his cup was just a plain porcelain cup, with tasteless tea broth. The difference was clear!

Although it was quite inopportune, his mood became complex once again. He had never seen such a way of serving tea, such differential treatment?

"Prince De, have you made up your mind?" The woman sitting before him picked up her teacup, took a sip, and smiled as she asked, "You can purchase anything, including your wish."

Prince De’s eyes were sharp. The woman before him directly revealed his identity; once again, he was certain that she was not an ordinary person. He quietly watched the woman before him, having already made up his mind in his heart.

"Then, what price do I have to pay?" Prince De was no fool; he inexplicably felt that she wasn’t joking, so naturally, he treated the matter seriously. He believed that to gain something, one must pay an equal price. Can such a wish be fulfilled? Even if it can be fulfilled, what kind of price can he pay?

"Naturally, it’s a price you can afford." The woman’s tone was indifferent.

"I have nothing now; I can’t afford anything." Prince De said bitterly, struggling.

"You can charge it." The beautiful woman slightly tilted her head, revealing a harmless smile. This smile was like flowers blooming, yet also like the melting of ice and snow.

Prince De froze again. Not knowing whether it was because of the woman’s awe-inspiring smile or her astonishing statement that you could charge it. Then he thought of the couplets at the door. Could he really charge it?

"Prince De, does the tea taste bad?" The woman’s voice brought Prince De back to reality.

Prince De opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something but didn’t know how to start.

"If the tea tastes bad, then there’s nothing to be done; I only managed to obtain a mere two ounces of this tea. If I brew it for you, I won’t have enough left to drink." The woman smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and took another sip, squinting with satisfaction.