Chapter 82: Gambling (1) (2/2)

Meanwhile, a spark of interest flared in the eyes of Royal Princess Duanjia, who was standing behind Imperial Princess Leyao.

Zou Yuanqin lowered her voice to a whisper that only she and Imperial Princess Leyao could hear. With a smirk on her face, she asked, “Imperial Princess, are you satisfied?”

Imperial Princess Leyao couldn’t resist laughing as she watched the sorry-looking Chu Lian surrounded by the crowd, with fingers pointing at her from every direction.

She was extremely satisfied! Such an average, useless woman had dared to marry above her rank and snatch her Brother He away. She was going to make this useless woman suffer today; see if she would dare to ever come out of her estate again after this!

House Dingyuan’s Fifth Miss, Zou Yuanqin, angrily added, “House Jing’an’s Third Young Madam, do you know how much this plate of longevity peach buns are worth?! Let me tell you, without counting the effort my mother put in to procure them, they cost at least a thousand taels!”

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd.

A thousand taels! That wasn’t a small sum, even to a madam living in a noble estate.

For a declining house like House Ying, the maximum amount of dowry a legitimate daughter would get was a thousand taels. Someone like Chu Lian, who was neither loved by her father nor favoured by her stepmother, couldn’t even dream of getting that much!

The corner of Chu Lian’s eye twitched. Wasn’t House Dingyuan way too greedy? Or perhaps it was that Imperial Princess Leyao?

They wanted her to fork out a thousand taels for that lousy plate of buns! It was practically daylight robbery!

Chu Lian inwardly pouted. Her entire dowry wasn’t even worth a thousand taels.

Since these people were trying to push her into this trap, wouldn’t it be silly if she didn’t at least try to fight back?

That’s right, she had to get them back!

Chu Lian put on a shocked expression and looked at the longevity peach buns scattered all over the ground. She then said, “These longevity peach buns are worth a thousand taels? Fifth Miss, surely you’re joking?”