HRPM – Chapter 8 Making a Fortune in Ancient Times (3)

“Xiao Che, you’re ten times worse than Su Mo, you jinx! May you be struck by lightning and die a miserable death—boohoohoo…”

The furious Jin Luoluo was quickly dragged into a private room inside the shop by Lüya, who clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Miss, have you lost your mind? That’s the Third Prince of the current dynasty! You can’t just curse him like that—you’ll get your head chopped off!”

Jin Luoluo slammed the table angrily.

“He keeps bringing me bad luck—how is cursing him too much? Xiao Che is a walking disaster! This isn’t the first time, and I bet it won’t be the last time his wife dies. Opening a new shop is supposed to be all about good fortune, and he shows up with a funeral procession instead. All my luck gets blown away by his bad omen—how could I not be furious? Right now, I just want to grab a knife and go hack him to death at his place!”

Jin Luoluo’s rage burned fiercely, her hair practically standing on end.

Although she had never met Xiao Che, that didn’t stop her from ranking him as the number one person she hated.

Before, the person she hated most was Su Mo.

But now she felt that compared to that jerk Xiao Che, Su Mo was practically perfect—like a god.

Su Mo competed with her, but he never interfered with her business.

As for that Third Prince—when she opened her first shop, his first wife died.

When she opened her second shop, his second wife died… her third shop…

And now, this was already the fifth time.

He was clearly a jinx sent by heaven just to mess up her business.

“Miss, your words are too harsh. You said this won’t be the last time—that means he’ll keep losing wives. That’s just too pitiful.”

Lüya couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

That peerlessly handsome and talented Third Prince—how had he ended up with such terrible fate?

Fortune tellers said he was born with a “wife-killing” fate—any woman who married him wouldn’t live past a month.

Yet his noble status, handsome looks, and formidable political abilities still attracted many high-born ladies.

After all, plenty of people refused to believe in such superstitions.

Many women risked their lives marrying him, hoping to break the curse.

But the results were exactly as the fortune tellers predicted.

Some drowned, some died suddenly of illness, others fell victim to strange misfortunes—none of them survived longer than a month.

“Pitiful my foot. He’s just a complete bastard. He knows he brings death to his wives, yet he keeps marrying one after another, ruining all those beautiful young women. He’s basically a murderer,” Jin Luoluo said mercilessly.