The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Young master? Young master?"

Seeing his face change colors upon hearing the news, the servant called out twice.

"Mount up."

Seething with anger, Mu Shaoling mounted his horse and gave chase once again.

"Commandery Princess, are we really not going into the town?" Su Ma thought, even if they didn’t visit the tavern, buying a few meat buns for the princess was still feasible.

"No!" Commandery Princess Dongyang shook her head. She too knew that her purse was nearly empty. Traveling from the Capital City to Yang Chuxia’s home, such a long distance, how could she not bring gifts? Even though the presents weren’t expensive, for someone as poor as herself, they were indeed costly.

In addition to everyone’s food expenses along the way, they scarcely had anything left. If they only ate dry food, she estimated they would just about make it to the Capital City. Once there, if she didn’t go to the Mu Family, she would head to the palace, and food and drink would be covered.

"Sigh..." The Commandery Princess felt stifled at the thought. Why was she so poor?

The servant looked at Commandery Princess Dongyang’s group sitting on the ground, their appearance slightly pitiful.

"Young master, what should we do?" He wanted to ask, should his master not help the Commandery Princess out?

The thing his young master was least short of was money. With little effort, a substantial amount of silver could be obtained. Take that whitening cream, for example, priced at one hundred silver taels per jar, and others at two hundred, three hundred taels.

Just from that alone, his master had earned tens of thousands of taels.

And that was only one of his moneymakers.

"You go!" Mu Shaoling glanced at him.

The servant didn’t understand and said, bewildered, "Should I just hand it over to the Commandery Princess directly?"

"Fool!"

Mu Shaoling gave him a look and snorted coldly, "Take a detour, get ahead of them, and then drop a bag of silver on the road for her to find."

Servant: "..." So, his young master is truly a brooding romantic, even capable of devising such a scheme.

But then the question arises, what if someone else picks it up?

"What are you dawdling for? Go!"

"Oh, oh, I’m on it."

The servant mounted his horse and raced off on a detour, all the while internally grumbling, What kind of secret pursuit is this? If you were to tell me you have no feelings for the Commandery Princess, I’d never believe it to my death.

If you did, why hide and keep your intentions a secret? Sigh, just look at Lord Ye and Madam Ye, how fervent and forthright their affection is.

Why can’t you learn from them?

Back in the day when you fancied Madam Ye, she wasn’t yet married. You had plenty of opportunities. What did you do? I just want to say, fervently pining for someone does nothing. If you like someone, you should go for it! Why can’t you face your own heart squarely?

And now, with Commandery Princess Dongyang finally here, you’re playing the same old game. Alas, it’s sinful. When will I get to see a little master around here?

The servant ranted internally while speeding his horse forward, stopping eventually near a small slope. He thought it was an excellent spot. Hidden behind the slope, no one could see him. When the Commandery Princess arrived, he could just toss the silver to the side from a distance, perfect.

Stroking his chin, the servant wondered if he should add something to the purse. His master is such a proud and secretive romantic—should he help a bit?

Regrettably, before he could decide on a way to give the Commandery Princess a hint, the sound of approaching hoofbeats was heard.

The servant crouched down and stealthily peered out, and upon seeing a group approach, when they were still about one or two hundred meters away, he tied the purse to a large stone and threw it into the middle of the road—well, the stone was a bit large.