The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

"Alright." Hao Jian nodded, "I'll cover all the tuition for all the teachers at your school..."

"Cover what?" Yang Ruxin raised her hand and smacked his forehead, "If you want to attend classes, put away your nouveau riche attitude and go learn earnestly, otherwise get lost..."

Hao Jian held his head and nodded hard, then turned and ran: "I will be earnest, just don't hit my head anymore, it'll make me stupid... I'll go pack my things now and start classes tomorrow..."

Yang Ruxin watched the plump Hao Jian scramble away, laughing and shaking her head. The guy wasn't bad at heart, just spoiled rotten later on. She genuinely hoped he would make an effort to improve. However, just as she turned to go back, her face suddenly darkened, and she flicked a silver needle toward a tree not far away.

"Assassinating a Prince is a crime punishable by exterminating nine generations." Qi Jingyun stepped out holding a folding fan, with a silver needle conspicuously embedded in it.

"A Prince has the dignity and power of a Prince." Yang Ruxin sneered, "Who has ever seen a Prince hiding like a coward?" Being mistaken for a lowly crook and killed was well deserved.

She had undergone rounds of demon training with those two masters, and the benefits were obvious. She found her speed and strength had significantly increased.

In the past, she could throw a dagger or dart decently, but now she could use silver needles as weapons.

In other words, she started to have Inner Strength.

However, whether she could become a master with light agility and the ability to spot acupoints from afar still depended on fate.

Qi Jingyun's brow furrowed slightly but quickly relaxed: "I came to propose cooperation."

"Not interested." Yang Ruxin turned and headed back to the courtyard.

Yun Yang and Yun Xiu suddenly appeared from nowhere, blocking her path.

The commotion was heard inside, and Du Juan came out with several Shadow Guards, all ready with drawn blades.

"Stand down." Yang Ruxin waved, "This is a Prince; he's the one who can exterminate nine generations."

Qi Jingyun's mouth twitched, women's words really are sharp, relentless in victory. He waved too, directing Yun Yang and Yun Xiu to step back and then took two steps forward: "I'm serious."

Yang Ruxin frowned: "You know, I've always done business with the Eighth Prince. Back when I had nothing, he protected me. Now you want to crash in and take a cut? Shameless?"

"I won't meddle in the agreement between you two; let's do something else." Qi Jingyun's expression was very earnest, "I can protect you too."

"What else?"

"You think of something!" Qi Jingyun said as he entered the courtyard and headed straight for the living room.

He paid careful attention not to cross boundaries, avoiding the main building, fearing he might truly provoke Yang Ruxin's limit.

Yang Ruxin nearly choked on her own saliva, was this guy taking her for granted? She hurried after him: "I say, you, a dignified Prince with title and fief, why insist on pestering a village girl like me? Besides, I now have a husband, no longer worry about food and clothing, and won't do business anymore..."

Qi Jingyun sat down on the sofa in the living room: "Your hotpot restaurant in Hangzhou, while delicious, falls far short of the flavor in Baihua County's hotpot restaurant... You've once dispatched people to buy vast amounts of grains, but they don't match up with the amount stockpiled in your warehouse in the manor, not to mention you've purchased so much meat and eggs, yet they've all disappeared without a trace..."