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Mo Weinong's face changed, she immediately retracted her hand, and with an extremely fast speed, she walked past the master and servant pair.

She quickly searched for the figure of the Eighth Prince, and then discovered that he was stopped and pushed out by someone at the staircase to the second floor.

Mo Weinong quickly walked over, then pulled Eighth Prince's body up, and asked him, "What happened?"

Eighth Prince looked at the person in front of him angrily and said, "This person is unreasonable. I want to go up to the second floor to pick my books, but he won't let me go up."

Mo Wen looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a man with the bearing of a scholar. He was dressed simply, with a straight face and a full belly.

When the scholar saw Mo Weinong's appearance, he was also slightly startled. A look of amazement flashed past his eyes, almost unable to shift his gaze away.

But when he looked down and saw Mo Weinong's dressing, he felt it was a little bit of a pity. It couldn't be said to be the appearance of a young miss, but it seemed like a family with a bit of money.

Therefore, he covered up the amazement in her eyes and asked indignantly, "Miss, is this your little brother?"

"Exactly." From start to finish, Mo Weinong had not been wrong about the expression in his eyes.

She did not know what was good for her, but she was wearing the tribute given by the Emperor. There were not many people who had seen her outside, and her appearance was just a bit plain.

If he did not touch it with his hand, he would not know what the clothes were made of.

How dare this thing with no eyes look down on her? Isn't it just that she looked clean and had no hair ornaments on her head? Was it wrong to be so low profile?

"Miss, your little brother just bumped into me. It's fine if he didn't apologize, but he still spoke rudely. Isn't this a little too unreasonable?" Originally, he wanted to say that he should be educated, but facing Mo Weinong's cold gaze, he abruptly changed his words.

Mo Weinong sneered, and lowered her head to look at Eighth Prince.

She would not listen to this scholar's one-sided story. Eighth Prince's personality was always good, and he wouldn't get into conflict with others even if he went out.

However, before Eighth Prince could say anything, a waiter by the side quietly explained, "Just now, little gongzi wanted to go upstairs to pick out a book. Our bookstore has a rule that customers who want to go up to the second floor have to pay two taels of silver first. The little gongzi gave the little one two taels of silver and the little one brought him to the second floor. He did not expect to be stopped by the Holder the moment he reached the stairs. Holder also wanted to go up, so he told the young master to bring him along. If the young master didn't want to, the Holder would pester him, and the young master just wanted to go up to the second floor. "But …"

Mo Weinong was clear about it later on, but Eighth Prince was thin and weak, his body which had just recovered from a severe illness. With this collision, he did not manage to knock Holder down, but fell down onto the ground.

On the contrary, the Holder denounced him first, as if he was the one who was injured.

Mo Weinong's eyes slightly narrowed, just as he was about to say something, Holder heard the servant's words, and instantly became dissatisfied, "What do you mean by I'm pestering this little gongzi? I only saw him being so young that he looked as though he had just opened his mouth. I was just kind enough to give him some pointers, so why did it become a request for him to bring me upstairs? This shop assistant of yours is inverting right from wrong. Isn't it just looking at how I'm just a child of the Humble Class who doesn't have much money? This bookstore of yours really knows how to flatter and trample on the ground. I want to speak to your storekeeper. "

When the shop assistant heard that he was going to find the shopkeeper, a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead.

In terms of eloquence, he was not a match for Holder. He stammered an explanation, "I, I didn't say much. "If you want to go upstairs and pay two silver taels, you can go up. Why do you need to mess with this little gongzi?"

Right, a fool.

He didn't have the money to go upstairs, so he didn't dare to talk to the other guests on the second floor. It wasn't easy to find a new face and a young Eighth Prince. They thought he was easy to talk to, so they came over to have him bring them up there.

He did not expect that the Eighth Prince would not have that kind of thought at all. The Sister Mo and her cousin had both taught him how to keep him at arm's length from strangers who he did not know and who inexplicably came to visit.

Furthermore, even though he did not have much experience, he had grown up in the palace after all. He was naturally able to see through the thoughts of the Holder s.

Hearing that, Mo Weinong laughed and said, "High … A High Scholar, right? "It's easy if you want to go upstairs. Just pay, why are you talking so much here?"

Holder was provoked by her expression of "you poor bastard, don't come out and embarrass yourself", and she immediately became angry, "Miss's words are too rude, are you that great when you have money? Are you looking down on us Humble Class children? Besides, we're talking about your little brother's upbringing. If you have money and no character, what's the use of reading too many books? "We Humble Class offspring might become famous someday, so why do you look down on us, Miss?"

Yo, he even knew how to get the offspring of the Humble Class to help him strengthen his courage.

On the first floor of this bookstore, there were indeed six or seven Humble Class offspring choosing their books. Hearing Holder's words, they all turned their heads to look in their direction, somewhat angry at the two.

The shop assistant was afraid that he would anger the crowd, and could only say to Mo Weinong, "Miss, why don't you let little gongzi apologize? Otherwise, we wouldn't let this matter rest."

Mo Weinong didn't agree. Apologize? There were only a few people in this world that could make the Eighth Prince apologize.

Furthermore, looking at Holder's way of doing things, after apologizing, he would probably still demand for more silver, right?

She sneered, "Why do Holder have to use other Humble Class children as shields? You yourself are shameless, but it would be a great honor to implicate other Humble Class offspring. They were all high and mighty, decent people, and only a pot of rat poop was enough to ruin the pot of porridge. They even wanted to drag the other Humble Class children to be your scapegoats. Black and White have their own opinions. You, a man, are bullying the weak here, and you still have the nerve to let the other Humble Class children help you suppress us? "

Upon hearing those words, the faces of the others burned. That's right, she was a girl and a child, but she didn't say anything. Did they have the nerve to be dissatisfied with her?

Moreover, after thinking about it for a moment, he immediately understood that Holder's words did indeed have the intention of making things up with them.

Two of them pointed at Holder and said, "It's strange, this Holder used to be very timid and would never cause trouble for no reason. But today, his temper has grown, and he is unwilling to let go."

"You don't know about that, do you? I heard that the young master of the Jing Ninghou Estate personally went to see him twice, and valued his knowledge so much that he could propose marriage to his own princess's sister. "

These words, without missing a single word, entered Mo Weinong's ears, causing her expression to change slightly.

If she remembered correctly, there was only one princess in Jing Ninghou's palace — — Princess Le Chen.