Ordered to Marry Thrice, the Mysterious Wangfei Chapter 8 Part 1 One Bamboo Stick

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“Apology gift?” She thought and shamelessly said, “Of course, it’s going to be silvers!”

Thirteen stared at her and seriously said, “I didn’t think you were a money-grubber! Okay, I will fulfill your wish.”

She looked at him, not speaking and puzzled. He knocked her hard on her forehead, “From now on, walk with a brain.”

She grabbed her head and resisted the urge to hit back, “I don’t need a brain to walk.”

Thirteen stared blankly then laughed loudly. He touched her head again, “Okay!”

Thirteen left with a smile. Hua YuMan, depressed, shouted, “Why laugh, can’t I use my eyes to walk?!”

Near noon, after the royal Wangzis and Princess left, Tian Ta Temple ushered in a new incense peak hour. With a sincere heart, Hua YuMan devoutly prayed to Buddha and added incense. She wanted to draw bamboo sticks, but the container was empty.

After walking outside, she saw a woman holding a bamboo stick and crying. Everyone around were discussing spiritedly.

“It’s another “bad” bamboo stick. Seems like Aunt Wu can’t find her son. It’s been many years already.”

“Exactly! The boy was lost when he was five and now ten years have passed.”

Hua YuMan listened and couldn’t help but look at the woman once more. Coincidentally, a begonia landed on the woman and then floated towards Hua YuMan.

Subconsciously, she reached out to grab the begonia petal and thought, “This woman is really pitiful. Ten years of persistence to receive a sorrowful bamboo stick.”

As she turned away, she felt a warm energy flow in the middle of her brows. An image appeared in her mind. A fifteen-year-old teenager was busy in an inn. The face of this teenager and this woman had some resemblance. On closer inspection, she could see the name of this inn clearly.

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