Da Lang held out the copper coin to the Eighth Princess: "Our brothers don’t have much to offer, so we can only give you this for your travel expenses. I know it’s insufficient, but there really is no silver in the house, we’re embarrassed by our lack of money and limited capabilities."
Da Lang’s words were well put, as he believed he had done all he could. But the Eighth Princess’s expression hardened: "Are you trying to send away?"
Da Lang froze for a mont: "How could you say that, miss?"
Da Lang thought, oh no! Could it be that Miss Huang intends to cling to them, the three brothers?
The Eighth Princess glared angrily at Da Lang and slapped his hand away. Da Lang had initially been holding those scattered copper coins tightly, but now, with the Eighth Princess’s fierce slap, they all fell to the ground with a clinking sound.
The Eighth Princess rose in anger: "If you won’t keep , there are places that will!" She flipped off the bed and walked away, her coarse cloth clothing still provided by Da Lang and his brothers, yet her heart was full of resentnt.
She no longer rembered Da Lang’s kindness to her, or how during her days of recuperation, the three brothers took care of her needs, the good they did for her... Her heart was consud by Sanlang’s betrayal and Da Lang’s ruthless humiliation.
Originally, she planned to leave after she recovered from her injuries, but plans can’t keep up with changes. Now, she couldn’t stay here for even a mont!!
Da Lang looked at his hand, reddened by the Eighth Princess’s slap, and then raised his gaze to watch the furious departing figure of the Eighth Princess. He originally wanted to remind her that it was dark and the mountain road was difficult to walk, but the pain from his hand made him stay silent.
Fine, let it be.
Whether people call him small-minded or otherwise; in the end, if soone wants to leave, the legs are on their own body, what else can he do?
All these days treating her with kindness, yet this is what it results in. Although Da Lang never had any extravagant hopes in that regard, at least being friends would be nice.
It’s a pity, but clearly, so people... forget about being friends, not becoming enemies is already fortunate.
The Eighth Princess charged out of the village, heading into the deep darkness of the night. In her heart, she felt very uncertain.
That day’s injuries were severe, especially as her abdon had been slashed once. Since then, she couldn’t muster her Inner Strength.
Having practiced Martial Arts from a young age, she developed an intense reliance on her skills. Even though her abilities were not unmatched, once she lost Inner Strength, it felt as if a huge piece of her was missing, and living beca inconvenient in many ways.
For example, if she still possessed Inner Strength, she wouldn’t have walked out of Da Lang’s house on foot but would have flown away with Qinggong.
Simply put, after losing Inner Strength, she is now no different from ordinary people. However, having once held a high position, no matter how dark the night, it doesn’t scare her.
She walked straight forward, unaware that behind her, a few sneaky shadows were furtively following her in the dark...
The wind blew, rustling the leaves.
The Eighth Princess walked for a long ti, suddenly turning around, seeing that the impoverished little village had been left far behind.
Her heart felt inexplicably uneasy, yet she didn’t know where this premonition ca from.
Perhaps it was paranoia acting up, she suspiciously glanced back over her shoulder, but saw nothing.
At this mont, she particularly hated her vanished Inner Strength!
Why was it gone?
If the Inner Strength were still present, her hearing and sight sharp, she could watch in all directions, listen from all sides, and wouldn’t trouble herself with such worries.
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