Chapter 18: Cheap Betrothal Gifts
My Sassy 'Crown Princess'
Translator: Guy Gone Bad
While Mo Fei and Mo Yi were eating by the table, the door got kicked open.
Mo Fei looked at the arrogant Mo Yuwei, with his eyes staring at the earrings on her ears, necklace on her neck and bracelet around her wrist.
Mo Yuwei snorted, âHave you seen enough?â
Mo Fei put on a coy smile, âItâd never be enough!â Those were all good stuff! Worth a lot! The most worthy thing was the necklace on Mo Yufeiâs neck, with one level 3 star core. A good thing!
âDamn you!â complained Mo Yuwei on noticing Mo Fei was staring at her breasts.
âSister, what do you want from me?â asked Mo Fei.
Mo Yuwei looked at Mo Fei with distain, âMo Fei, donât think youâll have a meteoric rise after getting married with Prince Yu. Do you know what betrothal gifts he sent today? Just a bunch of trashy level 1 Star Herbs! He only takes you as a beggar! Just wait to sit on the cold stool after you get married!â
Mo Fei frowned, thinking, âPrince Yu isnât averagely stingy! Doesnât he feel ashamed as a prince?â
Mo Fei blinked, looking at Mo Yuwei innocently.
Looking at his dull face, Mo Yufei snorted and walked away.
Watching Mo Yuwei leave, Mo Fei said, âMo Yi, see? Yuwei and that cocky Prince Yu share the same rotten taste. They would make a perfect match!â
Mo Yi rested his chin in his hands, âYeah!â
Mo Fei then shook his head, âWhat a shame! No one fixes up such a perfect match, while I have to marry that Prince Yu...â
Mo Yi looked a little worried, âYoung master, since Prince Yu is so petty, Iâm afraid our days there wonât be good.â
Mo Fei nodded, âYes, you are right. We should figure it out.â
Mo Yi looked quite serious, âYeah! If we donât make a plan earlier, Prince Yu would starve us to death, Iâm afraid. I heard the price in the imperial capital is very high!â
Mo Feiâs face turned pale with fright, âYes, yes. As handsome and cheesy as I am, itâd be a shame to be starved to death.â
Mo Yi nodded, âYes, yes, young master, you have to figure it out!â
Mo Fei rubbed his chin, saying, âLetâs go check his betrothal gifts. Iâm afraid my dad wonât want them. So I can take them.â
Mo Yi nodded, âOK. Iâll go to see whether I can sneak them out.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Mo Fei narrowed his eyes, thinking, âPrince Yu is kind of not bad. If he sends some valuable things, my dad and that damn woman would appropriate to themselves. And now itâs only some cheap stuff, so I could have a chance to take them.â
Later Mo Yi took the whole box of medicinal herbs to his place.
Mo Fei squatted beside the box. After checking, he shook his head, âSo many herbs all belong to level 1. Not even a level 2.â
Mo Yi smiled, âAnyway itâs better than nothing.â
Mo Fei nodded. During the past year since his transmigration, he had kept cultivating his star power. Pity he had made very slow progress due to his weak body. He had not even advanced to level 1 star magician. Mo Fei also had ever thought to cultivate with the help of potions. Pity that he had always been cash-strapped, plus he had to deal with so many fiancés. He really had no extra energy.
Mo Fei narrowed his eyes, thinking, âI have to strengthen my power quickly. Otherwise, if I get involved into the fight of the imperial family, Iâd be dead meat.â
All this year he had been practicing Wanmu Sutra Formula for his body conditioning, so his physical quality had improved a lot. With the help of potions, it wouldnât be a hard thing to become a level 1 star magician. Mo Fei glanced at the level 1 Star Herbs in the box, with his lips curled up. Although Prince Yu only sent some level 1 Star Herbs, they nearly covered all kinds.