Prince Pu was taken aback, "What?"
Tang Jinghao was also bewildered, "Qinger, are you telling the truth?"
Situtu Qinger confidently said, "Of course it’s true. The noble who invited the Divine Calculator has a close relationship with the Fourth Prince, and this person has an extraordinary status, so I rember it very clearly."
Prince Pu listened, dumbfounded, his mind clearly not processing, he asked foolishly, "Then... then... who was that Divine Calculator yesterday?"
"Are you stupid? It was obviously a fraud. Father, we’ve been deceived." Tang Jinghao couldn’t help but shout, "That old man didn’t look like a good person at all, but father insisted on believing him. And now, look, we gave him thousands of taels of silver for nothing. Does this make father feel better?"
The tone showed so obvious resentnt.
Exactly, Prince Pu usually was very stingy with him, valuing money more than anything. Tang Jinghao’s expenses lately were all secretly supported by Princess Consort Pu, who sold her jewelry.
But yesterday, without even blinking, father gave that old man sixty thousand taels of silver, and Tang Jinghao felt a pang in his heart.
Why doesn’t father treat him this generously on normal days?
Prince Pu was sowhat reluctant to face reality, "How could it be? He clearly saved us, how could he not be the Divine Calculator?"
Situtu Qinger said with certainty, "Grandfather, I can assure you, the Divine Calculator who appeared at Prince Pu’s Mansion yesterday is definitely not genuine. If you truly don’t believe it, you can send soone to the fourth prince’s mansion to ask."
Prince Pu’s legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the Taishi Chair, his heart aching intensely.
His silver!
Almost sixty thousand taels!
That damned old man dared to pull a trick on Prince Pu’s Mansion.
If I catch him, I will make him suffer a thousand cuts to quell my anger.
While Prince Pu was agonizing over the lost silver, beating his chest and stomping his feet.
Suddenly, Situtu Qinger scread in shock, "Oh no! This is terrible!"
Imdiately, everyone in the room turned their heads, looking at him with puzzled expressions.
Princess Consort Pu: "Qinger, what’s wrong?"
"If that Divine Calculator from yesterday was fake, wouldn’t mother’s corpse have been burned in vain?"
Everyone finally realized the gravity of the situation; not only did they lose silver, but they also burned the daughter’s body.
Tang Jinghao: "Who on earth holds such a grudge against Prince Pu to the point of impersonating the Divine Calculator to harm us?"
Princess Consort Pu couldn’t figure it out, muttering to herself, "If he’s an imposter, then how did he know that the three of us would fall ill simultaneously? And he really did cure us."
Prince Pu: "Truly, long hair and short insight. If he intended to harm us, wouldn’t he have planned everything in advance to put on a show once it was all set?"
"Old Master, do you an there’s a traitor in Prince Pu’s Mansion?"
"Hmm, I believe that’s very likely. Otherwise, how could that impostor old man have detoxified us so smoothly?"
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Tang Jinghao suddenly slamd the table, cursing, "Which bastard tricked us, played with us, and made us drink urine? Next ti I see him, I’ll chop him into eight pieces to relieve my anger."
Indeed!
Prince Pu and the Princess Consort also suddenly rembered; they had been toyed with by a wandering fortune-teller and even obediently drank a bowl of urine. Thinking of it now, it was truly nauseating.
Tang Jinghao: "Steward, steward, where’s the steward?"
The steward, hearing this in alarm, couldn’t help but secretly lant; it was he who brought the wandering fortune-teller into the mansion, hoping the Prince wouldn’t bla him; he silently chanted Amitabha.
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