The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 292: How Much Silver Does It Take to Kill Princess Anle?

Chapter 292: Chapter 292: How Much Silver Does It Take to Kill Princess Anle?

Even standing in front of her real parents, she might not be recognized.

Jun Ning was very satisfied with her disguise. She swaggered along the streets of the Black Market, buying whatever she wanted and talking to whomever she wished, without being recognized by anyone.

As she passed the human traffickers’ trading place, she saw those who were being beaten like animals in cages. Jun Ning stopped, observing as usual those who were for sale, planning to buy a few to take back with her.

The ones she bought could be trained to be part of the Qianji Pavilion. If the initial conditions weren’t suitable, she could buy them to be cleaning maids.

It all depended on her instinct; if they were suitable, she’d buy them; if not, she’d pass.

But then—

After arriving at the human traffickers’ trading place, Jun Ning saw two familiar figures, Jun Yang and the rumored Zhang Zihao, who was said to have gone outside the city for prayer.

How did these two, who seemingly had nothing in common, come to be together?

Upon further thought, it seemed understandable.

Both of them disliked her immensely. If they met by chance and one complained about her, the other would surely join in with the complaints.

Amidst complaining, forming an alliance or becoming friends wouldn’t be surprising.

Jun Ning shook her head, deciding not to bother with them. They could do whatever they pleased. She just needed to mind her own business. However, after she bought two girls who seemed decent and had extraordinary gazes, she unexpectedly ran into those two.

The two approached her to ask for directions, "Excuse me, sir, do you know the way to the Qianji Pavilion?"

When Jun Ning was initially approached, she instinctively feared being recognized and avoided looking directly at them. But using her peripheral vision, she noticed they didn’t seem to react much upon seeing her; they looked at her as if she were a stranger.

She remembered her disguise.

They wouldn’t recognize her.

She didn’t need to be guilty.

But, they were asking about the Qianji Pavilion?

This was really a case of enemies meeting each other by chance!

Why on earth would these two run into her and then ask her the way to the Qianji Pavilion?

Ha-ha.

Jun Ning really wanted to say she didn’t know, but curiosity about their intentions in going to the Qianji Pavilion got the better of her, so she directed them and took the two girls she bought to follow them.

Halfway there, Jun Yang and Zhang Zihao noticed Jun Ning. The two turned back unhappily and said to her, "Hey, little black ball, why are you following us?"

"I’m not following you," Jun Ning replied.

Jun Yang: "You’re not following us, yet you’re behind us? Who would believe that? Hmm? Stop talking nonsense and quickly tell us what your real purpose is for following us."

Zhang Zihao clenched his fists, making cracking sounds, "I advise you to speak honestly, or else, be careful I might knock out your teeth, understand?"

Jun Ning just laughed, "I even know how to get to the Qianji Pavilion, naturally, I’m part of Qianji Pavilion, of course, I’m going back to Qianji Pavilion, so how could I be following you?"

"You’re part of Qianji Pavilion?" they asked in unison.

Jun Ning nodded.

Seeing her confirmation, Jun Yang and Zhang Zihao’s attitudes immediately shifted 360 degrees.

The two of them approached Jun Ning ingratiatingly, one on the left and one on the right, saying, "Since you’re part of Qianji Pavilion, may we ask, what do you do there?"

What do you do?

Naturally, it’s being the Pavilion Master!

Jun Ning answered truthfully, "I am the Pavilion Master of Qianji Pavilion!"

"Hahaha..." The two suddenly burst out laughing after hearing this. After calming down, Jun Yang scrutinized Jun Ning up and down and said, "Sir, stop trying to fool us. Just looking at you, dressed in such a..." The words "poor and shabby" were almost out of Jun Yang’s mouth, but recalling their need for help, he quickly closed his mouth.

Jun Yang continued, "Qianji Pavilion’s Pavilion Master, after all, should at least be a respectable person, looking strong and sturdy. You look so frail; it really doesn’t seem like you could be the Pavilion Master of Qianji Pavilion."

Zhang Zihao agreed, nodding at Jun Yang and smiling, "Sir, stop trying to deceive us. Tell us your real role in Qianji Pavilion. We need to proceed with the next step in our deal."

Jun Ning furrowed her brow and replied very seriously, "I truly am the Pavilion Master of Qianji Pavilion, without a doubt."

Jun Yang: "......"

Zhang Zihao: "......"

Would it kill this person not to pretend?

Can’t there be more truthfulness and less scheming between people?

Would it kill him to tell the truth?

They were almost driven mad by this little black ball.

Looking like that, how could he be the Pavilion Master of Qianji Pavilion?

How could he have the gall to say it?

The two were speechless for a while, calmed themselves, and seeing the little black ball still with a look that wouldn’t admit his true identity, they decided not to press on.

To avoid further angering themselves, they changed the subject.

"Sir, can you tell us, if we want Qianji Pavilion’s assistance in an assassination, how much Silver would it cost?"

Under Ye Ying’s management over the last few years, Qianji Pavilion had matured significantly. Just as Jun Ning had initially envisioned, it could train assassins and take on missions.

However, Qianji Pavilion never took on tasks that harmed others without benefit. The missions they took were typically to eliminate local pests, tyrants, corrupt officials, and scoundrels...

To walk a path of extreme measures, in pursuit of justice.

This is why Qianji Pavilion’s reputation could spread in a few years.

Yet some people still thought Qianji Pavilion was a ruthless organization, willing to kill for money.

Like the two in front of her.

Jun Ning looked at them speechlessly and asked, "Who do you want to kill?"

"Who?" Zhang Zihao scratched his head, "That’s something we can’t tell you right now, just tell us how much Silver it would cost to get Qianji Pavilion to kill for us?"

Jun Ning thought for a while and said, "For a regular person, a few hundred taels would do. But if it’s someone unusual, like royalty or nobles, it would require thousands of taels."

Prince Xiao Yao still didn’t have an allowance. For Jun Yang, hundreds or thousands of taels were challenging. But for Zhang Zihao, it wasn’t a problem; his grandfather and father had plenty of money.

"If I wanted to kill Princess Anle, how much Silver would that require?" Zhang Zihao asked without blinking.

Jun Ning: "........."

They want to kill her?

Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough...

What kind of situation had she run into?

Jun Ning’s feelings were indescribable at this moment.

Zhang Zihao, seeing her silence, continued, "Well, give me an answer, how much Silver to kill Princess Anle? I’ve got plenty of Silver. As long as your Qianji Pavilion can accomplish this, I’d be willing to pay handsomely."