HRPM – Chapter 65 Winning Over the Fourth Prince (1)

This androgynous person, just to meet the prince, actually dared to make up a lie about being his sister-in-law.

“You think your prince is a bar of gold that everyone wants to snatch? Even if he begged me to be his main wife, I wouldn’t agree. And you, you blind servant—stop throwing your weight around. Whether I get to see him or not isn’t up to you. Go tell him a woman named Jin Luoluo wants to see him.”

Jin Luoluo narrowed her eyes in anger. Looks like this Xiao Yu was quite the playboy—no wonder so many women came knocking on his door.

And now she couldn’t even get in, being mistaken for one of those scheming women.

The guard hugged his sword and snorted coldly. “You’ve got quite the big mouth. But don’t think barking a few orders will make me pass along your message. If you dare cause trouble here again, I’ll throw you into the river.”

“A scholar meeting a soldier—reason is useless. I can’t be bothered arguing with you. Even as a watchdog, you don’t know how to recognize people—you’ve wasted years standing guard.”

Jin Luoluo snorted. A crafty glint flashed through her bright, clever eyes.

If they wouldn’t let her in, did they really think she had no other way? In front of Jin Luoluo, there was no problem without a solution.

She turned and walked toward the main street, her eyes sweeping over the bustling shops and crowds of shoppers.

Through the crowd, her gaze finally landed on a gloomy-looking shop. Its name was—“Fortune & Longevity Coffin Shop.”

The guard at the gate stood there bored, counting the ants moving at his feet.

Dong… dong… dong…

Suddenly, an eerie funeral bell rang out across the entire street.

The guard instantly perked up. His previously bored body felt electrified—finally, something to do.

Which reckless fool dared cause trouble here? Normally, no one dared carry a coffin past the Fourth Prince’s residence.

Because anyone who did would be having another funeral the next day.

The guard drew his blade and looked up aggressively—huh? There was no funeral procession. Looking closer, he finally found the source of the sound.

A lively young woman was laughing boldly, holding a large hammer and striking a funeral bell with all her might.

Her smug expression was enough to make anyone grind their teeth in anger.

Damn it—that woman… wasn’t she the same one who had just tried to see the Fourth Prince?