HRPM – Chapter 470 Throwing the Embroidered Ball at the Temple of the Matchmaker

Who would have thought that the crafty girl would come up with such a solution and successfully walk away with all three thousand taels?

It left Xiao Che both annoyed and helpless, though he couldn’t help admiring her quick wit.

Xiao Luo laughed heartily.

“A thousand taels for a smile. As long as Luoluo is happy, what does a mere thousand taels matter?”

The shopkeeper handed back the fifty taels in change, looking even more dejected.

It seemed that every one of these men only wanted to please the young lady. He had thought he was about to make a fortune, but it turned out that the wealthier people were, the stingier they became.

Sigh… I’ve run into true masters today.

After leaving the jewelry shop, Jin Luoluo had gained a gold bracelet, while the other girls had each picked out something they liked as well.

Oddly enough, Xiao Che had also bought several jeweled hairpins and golden butterfly ornaments.

Jin Luoluo guessed he intended to give them to Yang Ruoyao in private. No wonder Yang Ruoyao had looked so pleased just now.

“Jin Luoluo, you’re so devious! Another three thousand taels ended up in your pocket.”

Mu Yun was green with envy.

If it had been her, she definitely would have paid for the bracelet herself.

As expected of the richest woman around—Jin Luoluo’s money-making tricks were shameless, yet brilliantly effective.

Jin Luoluo proudly declared,

“Hehe, the first rule of a successful profiteer is that there are opportunities to make money everywhere in life. You just have to keep your brain flexible. That’s how the richest people are made.”

“Jin Luoluo, where are we going next?”

Bulaya looked around curiously at the bustling streets.

The place was packed with lively crowds, and everywhere she looked there were couples strolling hand in hand, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere.

“Oh! There are so many people over there. There must be something fun going on. Let’s squeeze our way in!”

Jin Luoluo grabbed Mu Yun and Bulaya by the hands and wriggled through the thickest part of the crowd like an eel.

When they finally pushed their way inside, they discovered that a temple was holding a festival event.

A large crowd of young men and women had gathered around a raised platform to watch.

A tall curtain hung over the stage, with a sheer veil draped down before it. Someone could be seen moving behind the veil, but their appearance remained hidden.

“The match ordained by Heaven! Miss, please throw the embroidered ball!”

the temple officiant announced.

An embroidered silk ball decorated with a pair of mandarin ducks flew out from behind the curtain.

Since no one knew who the young woman behind the curtain was—or whether she was beautiful or plain—the men were too hesitant to make a move.

The embroidered ball landed in the hands of a young man.

He looked both surprised and hopeful as he gazed toward the curtained stage.

“Miss, come and see the man whom Heaven has chosen as your destined match.”

The curtain was lifted.

A young woman dressed in green stepped out shyly and smiled gently at the young man.