Will's identity

When Jasmine and Andale reached Normen's house, it was more crowded than usual outside. The two looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion. They had only been out for less than an hour, and yet something happened. Jasmine put her veil back on, and patted someone standing there on the shoulder, asking permission to go inside. But the other man looked at her once, then pushed her back, determined not to let her in. Every time she asked, he has pushed away that time.

Originally, Jasmine was an easygoing person, but being pushed like that, she was also a little annoyed. She smiled softly, clearly such a gentle smile, and yet Andale stood next to her and felt a chill down her spine. The beauty is like a fairy of the Normen family, it's also scary when she gets angry. Andale recalled a time when she was bullied and also saw this smile in Jasmine. Jasmine smiled gently as she approached the bullies, using her hairpin to make a cut on the hand of the leader. Jasmine's face at that time made Andale unforgettable. She said to herself, quietly wishing good luck to the person who had been rude to Jasmine earlier.

"Sir, please allow me to go inside."

Jasmine's voice rang out again, this time much colder than before.

"Want to enter? Our prince came to this brothel to ask for a ransom for a girl. Don't you know how important it is? Do you still want to get inside? "

The man turned around, annoyed, loudly shouting at her face. Jasmine raised her slender eyebrows. She did not think that the prince of Joghtunham would be interested, wanting to redeem a girl in this red-light district.

"Seriously? So, sir, who is that lucky girl? "

"Do you know her if I tell you? Looking at you like this, you've definitely never been to this red-light district."

The man sneered. He looked at the thin girl in front of him, adding the clothes that covered her from head to toe, surmising that she was not someone who was used to this red-light district. Andale heard that and wanted to refute it, but was stopped by Jasmine.

"If you say so, it is not wrong. But at least I still know a few people here."

Seeing that he couldn't stop her, he raised his voice furiously.

"It's not wrong. After all, the lady that the prince wants to redeem is a famous person here. Our prince wants to redeem Lady Jasmine."

"What?"

Jasmine widened her eyes, as black as the depths of the night, speechless in surprise. She and the prince this man was talking about had never met, and yet the prince wanted to redeem her. It was also funny that the redeemed person was still standing outside, being prevented from entering like this. Really, she wondered who that reverent prince would redeem from this Normen brothel?

"Lady Jasmine is currently walking down the street. Please stay here for a moment, prince, and I will send someone to find her right away. "

The landlady of Normen bowed respectfully and ordered the servant of this brothel to find Jasmine. This was also the first time she saw her mistress fear someone like this. Normally, the hostess is arrogant and dismisses everyone else. It is true that before coming out of the Normen brothel, seeing this appearance of the mistress made people admire her.

Jasmine didn't want to make it difficult for the mistress, and she even wanted to know which prince was trying to get her out of here. She took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face. The man who had stood in her way before, now seeing this appearance, was so scared that his face was white. He didn't think until now that he was talking to the person the prince was looking for. This situation, as long as Jasmine told the prince about his deeds, feared that death is better than living.

Jasmine walked up the wooden steps, her dirt shoes tucked away to one side. Jasmine smiled at the large cloak, handed it to Andale, and went inside. Such a large living room, with only a Norman landlady and a mysterious prince. The landlady saw Jasmine, rushed over, grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.

The prince sat on a wooden chair with his back to Jasmine, so that she did not know who this person was. She was pulled over by the landlady, who then bent over and spoke softly.

"Jasmine is blessed to meet the prince for the first time. I wonder if it's okay for the prince to come to Normen's house. "

"Not the first time."

The prince spoke, the familiar sound startling Jasmine. She looked up to see the prince turning around. Her cold and melancholy face made her dumbfounded.

For a moment, the air seemed to stop. Will? Is he sure the prince of Joghtunham? The person she talked to last night was the noble prince of this country. Jasmine momentarily didn't know what to do. She was embarrassed. Her cheeks were also red from embarrassment.

The landlady saw Jasmine like that and hurriedly pulled her to a chair. The landlady quickly told the person to close the living room door. There were only three of them left inside.

Jasmine didn't know what to say. She sat on the chair, her hands already clutching the expensive clothes. She had absolutely no idea why the prince had come to the Normen's house like this, nor why the prince wanted to redeem her from here. And most of all, the less she thought about it, the prince was Will.

It seemed that while Will could see the innermost feelings in her heart, he also didn't know how to say them properly. After all, his true identity is too scary.

In the end, it was still the nimble landlady, Normen. The hostess quickly pushed the teacup towards Will. The faint scent of fine tea made everyone fall in love.

"Prince Will, what were we talking about earlier? Ah, that's right, about Jasmine's ransom."

Will coughed twice, turning in the direction of the landlady. Jasmine sat in between them, her small hands clutching a cup of fine black tea, listening silently.

"After all, Jasmine is the Normen house's queen. Although I don't want to make it difficult for the prince, the amount I wish you could pay for her is three hundred thousand gold coins."

What? What are three hundred thousand gold coins? Jasmine just heard it and got a chill down her spine. Even if she worked her whole life, she could not earn such a large amount of money. The mistress was not trying to make it difficult for the prince, but she wanted to take this opportunity to earn a large amount of money for the Normen brothel. It is true that with age comes wisdom. This way of making money was so effective that Jasmine couldn't do it.

Will did not think much and immediately agreed to the price offered by the landlady. A beauty like Jasmine, redeemed for three hundred thousand gold coins, was still a bargain for him. Suddenly, Will turned his eyes slightly towards Jasmine. It looked like she had a mind. He asked her softly.

"Does Jasmine have any other thoughts?

Jasmine looked at him, slightly startled. Indeed, she was worried; it was Andale. Andale was young. Since being sold into Normen's house, she has been Andale's sole support. After this, she left this place, afraid that Andale would be bullied.

"Not a big deal, just..."

She really didn't know what to say anymore. She was afraid that the mistress would take this opportunity again, giving Will a high price. If that were true, she would hate herself to death.

"Ah, the thing is, next to Jasmine, here is a maid girl. Perhaps Jasmine is worried about that little girl."

The landlady seemed to have caught another bargain, her voice exuberant. Will looked at Jasmine's slightly discoloured face, patting her hand that was hidden under the table.

"If you include that little girl, how much is it?"

"Not much, not much. That girl is not worth much. I took another ten thousand gold coins."

Will nodded after hearing that. He put a bag of money on the table and pushed it in front of the landlady. She hastily opened her purse and counted it carefully. Inside were twenty thousand gold coins.

"This money I put in advance for you. Tomorrow morning I will give you the rest of the money."

Will pulled his cloak over his shoulders and stood up. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask one of his servants to stay to help Jasmine clean up. Watching the tall figure disappear into the sparse stream of people on the street, Jasmine looked back at the landlady of Normen. She was holding a bag of gold in her hand, treating it like a treasure. She could get three hundred and ten thousand gold coins, which she also saw for the first time.

Jasmine stood up and followed a brothel worker to her room. She just needed to pack up and leave tomorrow morning. She sat in front of the window, reaching out her hand. Leaving this red-light district was her dream, what she wanted for so long. She wished she could leave here, wished she could be as comfortable as the birds in the sky. But now, someone had helped her leave, but she was not happy. Because she knew that the prince redeemed himself for her, but there would be a reason of his own. She is not really free.