The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 992: Our Young Master Has Long Heard of Your Great Name

Chapter 992: Our Young Master Has Long Heard of Your Great Name

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The stall owner quickly stood up with a fawning smile.

“Your Highness, please spare this lowly one this once. This lowly one’s eyesight is poor and I couldn’t tell that this is a treasure.”

“If you’re willing, can this lowly person spend all my fortune coupled with all the antiques in the stall to buy your treasured sword?”

The vendor stood up straight and almost raised his finger to swear.

“This lowly person promises that I’ll definitely cherish this sword well!”

Gu Nuo’er blinked her watery eyes and looked at him. Her face was pink and delicate, and her expression was calm.

“You’re a wandering merchant. If the item is in your hands, you won’t cherish it. You’ll probably be waiting for the price to go up. You’ll want to use my grandfather’s name to continue earning money.

“If I give this treasured sword to you, it’ll be a hopeless life for the sword.”

As the child spoke, she snorted. “Moreover, most of the items in your stall are fake.”

She reached out and pointed at the painting that had just been cut off.

“What Eleventh Prince’s work? My brother has never drawn such a painting before. There are many loopholes in it. If you use your name to deceive others, I can report you to the officials and arrest you!”

The vendor was so frightened that he covered his head and begged for mercy. “This lowly one is just trying to support my family. I won’t dare to do it again. Your Highness, please spare me!”

Gu Nuo’er didn’t really plan to punish him.

However, she lectured him verbally, “In the future, if I find out that you’re swindling others again, your life won’t be guaranteed!”

“Yes, yes, yes. This subject will listen to Your Highness’s teachings!”

Only then did the commotion start again.

It turned out that most of the things this vendor had said about the painting were fake!

He even dared to spread rumors that that painting was the 11th prince’s work. Wasn’t he afraid of losing his life?!

He was afraid that Gu Nuo’er would go back on her word and punish him.

The vendor hurriedly cupped his hands and bade farewell.

He didn’t want the things in the stall either because they weren’t worth anything at all. He wouldn’t feel heartache even if he lost them!

The rich merchant that Gu Nuo’er had helped earlier also quickly spoke up.

“Your Highness, my hobby is antique collection. If this broken sword is in my hands, I’ll definitely take it out every day and wipe it repeatedly to cherish it.

“Your Highness, please give me a chance. I’m willing to collect this item at an absolutely sincere price.”

Gu Nuo’er looked up, her face fair and obedient. She looked at the merchant and said reasonably, “Uncle, I can also tell that you’re someone who cherishes things.”

“However, since it’s a sword, it has to be used. If it’s just a collection, its value would be buried.”

The child shook her head. “So, you’re not its fated person either.”

The commoners at the side couldn’t help but say, “Your Highness, this is a broken sword. It can’t be used anymore.”

Gu Nuo’er wrapped the sword in a red cloth and hugged it in her arms.

“That won’t happen. When it meets someone fated, it can be used.”

The child reached out her small hand to hold Gu Ziliang’s. “Brother, let’s go somewhere else to take a look.”

As soon as the two of them walked out of the crowd, a man in black clothes walked over.

The man stood in front of Gu Nuo’er and bowed, cupping his hands.

“Princess Yaoguang, our young master has heard a lot about you. When we pa.s.sed by just now, we heard that you were looking for a good master for the Grace Defender Duke’s broken sword.

“Our young master specially invited me to ask for your permission. Our young master said that if you’re willing to sell the sword to him, he’s willing to plate it in another layer of golden to allow it to unleash its former might.”

After he was done speaking, he turned and gestured.

Not far behind the man was an ordinary-looking simple carriage.

The curtain didn’t move at all, making it impossible to tell who was sitting inside.