Chapter 831 Does this mean that Prince Ping is more noble than the Emperor?
Sure enough, everyone started talking about the supermarket again.
"Oh, fortunately, ordinary people like us can't afford to eat those fruits that cost dozens of taels per box. Otherwise, wouldn't we have wasted our money and lost our lives?"
"That's right. The steward is still bragging about how the servants in Prince Ping's mansion can eat such delicious fruits and dishes. So what? They still won't live long, haha!"
"Don't be so sour. Shouldn't we be concerned about why this supermarket can sell poisonous fruits and vegetables in Beijing? Is there no one to supervise it? If one day they sell other things from the Devil's Valley to us, who should we complain to if something goes wrong?"
"Even Prince Ping's Mansion can't do anything to them, so shouldn't we ordinary people just consider ourselves unlucky and just die if we die?"
"This kind of inhumane shop that only wants to make money should be closed down! We are numerous and powerful, so we can rush in and smash her shop and make sure this harmful shop can't continue to operate!"
"Okay, for the sake of the lives of the people in our capital, let's charge together! Smash this evil shop that is harming people, and drive these people back to the Devil Valley! Let them rot and die in the Devil Valley!"
"Let's charge together! Smash this shady shop! Drive away these damned black-hearted merchants!"
"Kill them! Beat them to death!"
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Seeing that the ignorant crowd was about to rush into the shop and smash things under the instigation of someone with ulterior motives, twenty guards were unable to stop so many angry people.
Qiao Ran's eyes flashed, and she used her body to cover the door and pretended to reach behind it, but in fact she took out the long iron rod that she usually used from the space.
"Bang" a deep hole was created on the ground. The sound was not loud but quite penetrating:
"Let me see who dares?!"
Everyone had only taken two or three steps when they suddenly stopped.
The person behind didn't have time to brake and bumped into the person in front. The person in front lost his balance and fell into a heap.
What a mess!
Qiao Ran swung his iron rod and directly hit the legs of two guards from Prince Ping's mansion who were about to rush to the shop door.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones cracking was horrifying.
The two guards rolled on the ground holding their injured legs and wailing. The onlookers were so scared that they stepped back again and again, not daring to move forward.
In order to intimidate the crowd that was about to riot, Qiao Ran threw the iron rod to his second uncle and walked towards the fat steward who was scared to death again.
"You, you, you...what are you going to do? I am the steward of Prince Ping's Mansion, and my father is the old steward of Prince Ping's Mansion. If you dare to touch me, Prince Ping's Mansion will not let you go!"
"Really? Prince Ping's Mansion is so powerful that a small steward dares to use it to threaten others? Then do you know who I am?"
"You...you...you are just a peasant? Do you really think you are a princess? Aren't you members of the Qiao family also subjects of the Emperor and servants of our Prince?"
"Slave? King Ping is indeed favored by the emperor! The people of Dai Viet are the emperor's subjects, but in the eyes of your King Ping, they are slaves? So, King Ping is more noble than the emperor?"
"You, you, you... How dare you speak nonsense and say such treasonous words! How can a mere commoner like you slander my prince? Come! Capture this girl and bring her back to the palace for the prince to punish!"
The guards of Prince Ping's Palace looked at each other in confusion, somewhat hesitant.
However, before they came, the palace's butler had already told them that they had to obey Steward Chen's orders this time, so they looked at each other and had to point their swords at Qiao Ran, ignoring the obstruction of the guards from the two palaces, and approached her.
"idiot!"
At the street-facing window on the second floor of a teahouse not far across the street, a man in a gorgeous dragon robe gloomily threw a teacup to the ground, his nostrils flared with anger and he gasped heavily.
"My Lord, how about I go down and take care of this matter?"
The eunuch Chen behind him, the palace's chief steward and uncle of the fat steward Chen Sanfei, lowered his head and asked for instructions carefully.
