HRPM – Chapter 476 Even a Sow Can Be a Young Mistress

“But judging from the chaos…”

“…the one who caught it was probably no great catch.”

“Xiao Che, do you know who threw that embroidered ball just now?”

Xiao Luo narrowed his eyes as he watched the ball fly elsewhere, secretly regretting that Xiao Che had accidentally ruined his perfect opportunity.

Xiao Che’s expression froze.

“Don’t tell me… Jin Luoluo threw it? Impossible. She went into the temple with Bulaya.”

He watched the embroidered ball bounce wildly through the crowd, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

Even so, he firmly believed that the miserly Jin Luoluo would never waste her time on something she considered meaningless—

especially when it cost three taels of silver to participate.

That was the real issue.

Xiao Luo smiled helplessly.

“It doesn’t matter who threw it anymore. We all missed our chance.”

As he spoke, the embroidered ball that everyone had been avoiding finally landed in someone’s hands.

Everyone craned their necks to see who the unlucky fellow was.

The moment they saw him, their eyes nearly popped out.

Handsome.

Exceptionally handsome.

Whether in appearance or bearing, he was first-rate.

His finely sculpted face looked as though it had been carved by a master craftsman. Cold and aloof, yet irresistibly attractive. His striking emerald-green eyes resembled a deep, tranquil lake—mysterious and captivating, filled with an exotic charm.

One look was enough to tell he was a noble young master from the Kingdom of Jialan.

So this heaven-ordained romance had become an international love story.

But such an incredibly handsome young master being “claimed” like this…

What a waste!

The crowd shook their heads and sighed.

“Young Master, it seems your destined romance has finally arrived. You were only standing here watching the excitement, yet an embroidered ball still found its way into your arms. You’re fated for a passionate cross-border romance at last. Her Majesty the Queen’s wish has finally come true!”

Attendant A was overjoyed, staring at the embroidered ball as though it were the greatest treasure in the world.

Attendant B wiped away tears of relief.

“Ever since Young Master was little, anything belonging to women has always stayed far away from him. Heaven has finally taken pity on him and delivered him a destined marriage. Even if there’s a sow standing behind that curtain, we’ll still bring her back to be our Young Madam!”

Lan Cangxuan’s face turned green.

“Have you two said enough? What ‘heaven-ordained romance’? You were the ones who shoved it into my arms.”

“Young Master, you mustn’t say such things! The Matchmaker God will punish you!”

“Exactly! Besides, even if we did shove it into your hands, you could have thrown it away. Since you didn’t, it means it’s yours.”