The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 111: The Affinity of the Embroidered Ball (21)

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: The Affinity of the Embroidered Ball (21)

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Once again, Wen Rou had run out of the Second Prince’s Mansion, but this time she had not brought as much silver or wealth as before.

Before leaving, she had sworn never to return.

Wasn’t there a place in the vast world for her to belong?

Only after her purse was stolen did she realize that the outside world was not at all like the beautiful place she had imagined.

From the time Wen Rou arrived, except for that humiliating night, everything had always gone smoothly for her; at the very least, she had enjoyed the finest food, clothing, and shelter.

Now, while eating the steamed bun she bought with the last two cents she had, she knew all too well how uncomfortable it was to be hungry.

Now she thought to herself, damn it, why hadn’t Xuanyuan Jian come to find her yet.

Wen Rou held the steamed bun in her hand, struggling to take tiny bites, which tasted worlds apart from the food prepared by the kitchen maid at the Prince’s Mansion.

Nibbling on the bun, Wen Rou found herself in front of the gate of the Third Prince Mansion.

Biting her lip, she hesitated for a while but resolutely threw the remainder of her bun away, straightened her clothes, and ran to knock on the door.

Although there was still a sore point in her heart about the Third Prince, and people outside were saying that the Third Prince had lost interest in her, Wen Rou still firmly believed that she should give the Third Prince a chance to explain.

Perhaps there was some misunderstanding between them; most importantly, she didn’t want to live this displaced and precarious life any longer.

She wanted to eat delicious food, wear the latest and most fashionable jewelry, and earn the respectful and envious glances of others.

The gatehouse was quickly opened, and Wen Rou recognized the man who appeared before her as the Second Housekeeper of the Third Prince Mansion.

Previously, this Second Housekeeper had been extremely ingratiating towards Wen Rou, bowing and scraping like a dog.

Wen Rou had always looked down upon such people and did not even deign to glance at him on a regular basis.

But in this special situation, upon seeing the man, Wen Rou raised her head and looked at the Second Housekeeper askance, saying, "Is the Third Prince in the mansion? I want to see him."

The Second Housekeeper squinted for a good while before he recognized her as Miss Wen Rou, who had stayed in the mansion for some time.

"Well, well, who do we have here... it’s you," said the Second Housekeeper in a singsong voice, pressing his voice in an eerie tone.

"You..." Wen Rou did not expect this attitude from the man before her and suddenly seethed with anger, "Looking down on others with your dog eyes."

With his chest puffed out and nostrils flared, the Second Housekeeper wasn’t angered by Wen Rou’s sharp tone, but chuckled instead, "You still think you’re the precious gem you used to be."

"The master valued you, and then you were treasured... but now that the master has cast you aside..."

Before the Second Housekeeper could finish, Wen Rou shouted, "Impossible, it must be you servants causing trouble. If the Third Prince knew I was here, he would never turn me away."

Wen Rou refused to believe it, because this was the best fallback she could think of.

Didn’t the Third Prince greatly admire her personality, wasn’t he charmed by the unique songs she sang...

The Second Housekeeper had no desire to waste words with the person before him; he had a lot to deal with in his day.

Previously, while their master chose to indulge her, they as servants had gladly flattered her, but why should he put himself through the discomfort of dealing with her arrogance now?

"Close the door..." The Second Housekeeper snorted coldly and turned back into the mansion.

Wen Rou was stunned, and regaining her senses, she felt a surge of shame and anger. She quickly stepped forward, trying to stop the large door that was about to close, "You’ve got some nerve. If the Third Prince knew how you’re treating me, he would definitely punish you, you dog of a servant..."

The Second Housekeeper just watched with cold eyes, signaling the attendants to close the gate faster.

Miss Wen Rou, who once preached equality amongst all people, now resorted to calling everyone a "dog slave."

Miss Wen Rou cursed for a while, but having no other choice, she had to go back.

However, her lease on the small detached house in the west of the city had also expired. Now penniless, Miss Wen Rou ended up arguing with the landlord, who proceeded to throw her belongings out onto the street.

Inside her bundle were just a few simple garments, which wouldn’t fetch much even if pawned.

Miss Wen Rou once more hesitated in front of the Third Prince Mansion but never managed to catch anyone.

Miss Wen Rou continued to wander about the city, looking destitute, yet she still possessed a certain poise and beauty not found in common girls.

Soon, she attracted the attention of local ruffians and scoundrels.

Just as she was preparing to swallow her pride and go back to Xuanyuan Jian, a burlap sack was thrown over her, and she was whisked away from the Capital.

Several good-for-nothings took her far from the Capital and sold her to a brothel keeper.

The keeper thought she had gotten a virgin but soon realized Miss Wen Rou was more like a fallen flower, by which time those who had taken the money had already vanished like smoke.

Cursing her bad luck, the keeper vented her frustration, and Miss Wen Rou was the one to suffer for it.

Not yet recovered from the shock of being trafficked, she was met first with a severe beating.

Miss Wen Rou was somewhat clever and managed to escape before she ended up in the fate of being a plaything for many.

But only she knew the suffering and torment she endured in the process.

Now she was like a beggar, skittish and trembling at the slightest rustle.

Sometimes, when she dreamt of her once glorious life, it seemed as if it had all been a fantasy.

"Li-Lady..."

Miss Wen Rou heard a voice behind her, immediately hugged herself tight, and lowered her head as she quickly walked away.

"Wait, please wait..." Seeing that the persistent voice behind her was getting closer, Miss Wen Rou ran even faster.

She had seen the harsh realities of this world; she was truly frightened now. The common folk of this era were more ignorant and even more brutal.

As a lone woman, wherever she went, her experiences were always so dismal.

All she wanted now was to find her way back to the Capital and apologize to Xuanyuan Jian. Even if he despised her now, she wouldn’t mind.

The more Miss Wen Rou ran, the faster the person behind chased until he overtook her, blocking her path.

A man who looked even more like a beggar than Miss Wen Rou swiftly grabbed her arms.

Miss Wen Rou struggled frantically, "Let go of me..."

"Lady, don’t you recognize me?"

Huang Zheng’s voice rose excitedly, "I am Huang Zheng... the Bigfoot from Chaozhou who received your kindness."

"The name you gave me... do you remember?" Huang Zheng continued, bubbling with excitement.

Miss Wen Rou’s struggles subsided as she looked carefully. Indeed, the man before her was the little beggar who had become Miss Su’s husband.

"How did you end up like this?" Both exclaimed in unison.

Upon mentioning his circumstances, Huang Zheng brimmed with indignation, "The Su Family cast me out, and I can no longer stay in Chaozhou City."

Though Huang Zheng’s eyes betrayed deep hatred for the Su family, he didn’t dare voice the curses he had for the Su Family and Su Li.