HRPM – Chapter 83 The Most Difficult Broom Star (1)

“It’s fine, I’m doing this willingly. Your acceptance already makes me very happy. By the way, can you come to this place tomorrow? I’ll treat you to a meal.”
After all, I’ll make the money back from you sooner or later—what do I have to worry about?

If you don’t risk a little, you won’t gain much—Jin Luoluo’s calculations were extremely shrewd.

After Jin Luoluo left, Xiao Yan carried the box of clothes into the residence. His principal wife and concubines, who had been waiting for him, immediately came forward with gentle smiles.

“Your Highness, what is this? Another gift from officials? Let me take it to the accounts office for you,” the princess consort said, reaching out to take the box.

Xiao Yan avoided her hand indifferently. “These are clothes for me to wear. Don’t touch them.”

The princess consort was taken aback, feeling both surprised and wronged. They were just a few garments—was there really a need for him to treasure them so much? She had never seen him care about such things before. Why was he suddenly so protective? It was strange.

Seeing the faint mist of tears in her eyes, Xiao Yan paid no attention. Instead, a trace of annoyance rose in his heart.

Women could be so different. The women around him were all gentle and soft, easily hurt by the smallest things. None of them could compare to Jin Luoluo’s lively and carefree nature. Her unique charm was what truly captivated people.

Unfortunately, she already belonged to another—he had his own household as well. It was a distant longing, unattainable, and letting feelings grow would only bring trouble.

…

The hardest one to deal with was that troublesome “jinx.”

But Jin Luoluo had always been a bold woman who loved challenges. If she could win over Xiao Che, the sense of accomplishment would be even greater.

“Jin Luoluo?” Xiao Che was in a pavilion in the garden, drinking wine and admiring flowers with a group of his beautiful concubines.

When he saw the steward leading Jin Luoluo in, a flash of sharp light crossed his dark eyes. He had been bored just moments ago, but the instant he saw her, he became fully alert. This woman had come to his door herself—who knew what schemes she was plotting this time?

“Hi, you jinx—cough, cough… Your Highness is in fine spirits. Flowers, wine, and beauties—truly a scene of elegance and pleasure.” She almost blurted out “jinx,” but quickly corrected herself.

Today, she needed something from him, so her strategy was simple: flatter him as much as possible. No matter how irritating he was, she would endure it.