3365 A Bloody Pit...

Scarface grew anxious, "How can you be so unreasonable?"

"Husband!" The little Crown Princess suddenly stood up, a displeased expression on her face!

See? When her Qiaoqiao couldn't be bothered with people or matters, her usual routine was to summon her husband.

Mo Lian chuckled inwardly as he walked over, lightly coughed, and took her small hand, giving her a look that said, "Leave it to me, husband."

When he turned to face Manager Li and Scarface, his expression instantly turned grim. "This Crown Prince never needs to reason with anyone!"

Everyone: ...

"Take them away!"

"No, no, no!" Manager Li jumped in fright and quickly said, "We'll pay, we'll pay!"

"But we don't have that much spirit currency on us right now..."

The little Crown Princess waved her hand, and Cai Xiu, stifling a laugh, quickly handed her paper and a brush.

"Write!" Qiao Mu impatiently waved her hand.

"A debt of one million, with a five-percent interest rate per hour," the little Crown Princess said coldly. "Write it clearly!"

What? Five percent interest per hour?? Per hour!! Can you be any more outrageous?!

Seeing Manager Li's pale face as he stood there, brush in hand, not moving for a long time, the little Crown Princess unhappily tugged at Mo Lian's sleeve.

"Drag them away!" Mo Lian, this fellow, was even more impatient and couldn't be bothered to waste time with these two.

Daring to disturb his Qiaoqiao while she ate, they truly deserved to die.

Seeing that they were genuinely about to be dragged away and beaten to death, Manager Li no longer dared to hesitate. He quickly signed the IOU and even affixed his signature.

The little Crown Princess took it, scanned it, and nodded, "Scram."

Manager Li and Scarface, rebuffed, didn't dare to stay any longer. They tucked their necks and tails between their legs and scurried away.

Qiao Mu casually glanced at the Violetwood Guards behind her. "Go guard outside. I don't want to see anyone from the Pink Pavilion for five days."

Everyone was dumbfounded! No, wait?

Did the Crown Princess mean?

That she was going to let this one million snowball with interest, and then go demand payment from the Pink Pavilion in five days??

Yes, that's what she meant, right?!

After all, the Crown Princess had set a five-percent interest rate per hour!

Five days, sixty hours – that was going to bleed the Pink Pavilion dry!

A bloody pit...

Everyone looked at the little Crown Princess with horror in their eyes, then silently picked up their rice bowls and pretended they were all eating happily.

Old Master Mu coughed, repeated his opening remarks from earlier, and then invited everyone to begin eating.

As the clinking of cups and dishes began, the previously silent and deathly atmosphere slowly started to revive, like spring returning to the land.

Fifth Madam Hua hung her head, like a defeated rooster, eating somewhat distractedly.

After a short while of clinking cups, the atmosphere finally livened up again.

Gradually, people began to joke and chat with each other.

The master of ceremonies, who had been trembling nervously for a while, finally regained some of his smiles. Remembering that it was time to proceed with the program, he said, "Descendants, come forward with your gifts."

This was basically the routine every year, and it was also the moment for the various families to showcase their strength and wealth.

However, with the Crown Prince and his wife present this time, it was naturally customary to invite the young couple to present their gifts first.

The two stood up from their seats, one on each side, walked to a spot, and bowed to the Old Master, saying, "Wishing Old Master good fortune and health."

The little Crown Princess smoothly pulled out a small, exquisite, palm-sized box from her inner world and handed it over.

"Such a small box, what good gift could it be?" Mu Rouyan muttered, pouting.