HRPM – Chapter 108 Mysterious Show (1)

“Miss, everything is ready!” Lüya rushed excitedly into the small tent on the stage to report.

Jin Luoluo was busy tinkering with the crude hot air balloon, mentally calculating whether this shoddy thing could actually تحمل the weight of three grown men.

Although she had already tested its safety using three pigs…

This temperamental contraption worked fine sometimes and failed at others. If, by some terrible luck, it malfunctioned midair and they fell—what then? The old emperor would probably take her life.

After all, they weren’t pigs—they were three heavyweight princes.

But abandoning such a carefully planned spectacle would be too much of a pity. Gritting her teeth, Jin Luoluo made up her mind—now that it had come to this, there was no backing out.

“Lüya, arrange for a few painters to be stationed below the stage. Later, they need to capture the heroic bearing of the three princes on paper. We’ll turn those into promotional posters and make our Xiangluo’er brand even more famous.”

“Miss, it’s about to start, and I don’t see the princes anywhere. You’d better give up this plan and just proceed with the original one,” Lüya said, still unconvinced that Jin Luoluo could trick the three princes into becoming models.

Jin Luoluo remained full of confidence. “What’s the hurry? Important figures always appear at the most critical moment—that’s what makes things dramatic. Just wait—they’ll definitely come. Our gimmick this time is ‘A Charity Initiative by the Three Princes—personally appearing to support a fundraising event.’ Without the main characters, how could this show go on?”

When the three princes arrived at the address written on Jin Luoluo’s card, they found a massive crowd gathered in front of the stage.

“What’s going on? Why is it so lively here?” Xiao Yan asked someone at the edge of the crowd.

“You don’t know? Today is Xiangluo’er’s monthly new clothing release event. My wife has been looking forward to it for ages—I came to grab some new outfits for her,” the man said, looking at the sea of people ahead with frustration. “I left early this morning, and still wasn’t fast enough. Did these people camp here overnight or something? Next month, I’m bringing a bedroll and waiting here myself—I refuse to miss out again!”

Was it really necessary to go this far? The three princes widened their eyes. It was just clothing—did people really have to fight over it like this?