The Beggar In Front of the Marquis’ Manor IV

The skirt's seam was enhanced with fine, soft, and elegant blooms. 

The beggar lifted his head and saw a beautiful face.

He felt in his heart just the way he did back then. 

But there was clearly only bitterness left now in this situation.

Lady Yuan pulled a money bag out of her lapel and placed it in front of the beggar. Her voice was warm and soft, like a spring breeze.

"You can't stay in marquis' manor, take this money and go."

The beggar looked at the bag of money that was thrown in front of him. His eyes were red but he did not take it.

A servant behind the girl shouted at him coldly. "Beggar, why don't you accept the money given by my lady? My lady is Prince Zheng's most favored woman. If you offend my Lady, marquis will not let you go!"

"Servant!" Lady Yuan frowned and shouted coldly. "Enough."

"Lady, I'm just..."

"Shut up!" Lady Yuan looked unhappy. There was anger in her eyes.