Chapter 3: Level Has Reached Tier Two

“That’s right, Wuyu has a name now.” Of course Wuyu was happy—she finally had a name of her own.

“What is it?”

“Feng Wuyu,” the little girl announced proudly.

“Sounds lovely—peaceful and without worry, year after year,” Wisteria praised her.

Suddenly, Wisteria frowned slightly.

That man really was persistent.

“Wuyu, big sister will take you to meet an uncle.”

“Okay!”

In the next second, Wisteria appeared in a modern-style office, carrying Wuyu in her arms.

The man in the suit sitting in the chair lit up the moment he saw her.

“Wisteria!”

“What are you yelling for? I told you I have flowers to sell during the day!” Wisteria snapped with righteous fury.

“As the Crown Prince of the capital circle, don’t you have anything better to do?”

The normally ruthless Crown Prince, who was feared by many, didn’t even dare lift his head as she scolded him.

Even Wuyu didn’t dare speak—Sister Wisteria was seriously angry.

“I’m sorry,” the Crown Prince apologized quickly and straightforwardly.

“Wisteria, who is she? Is she our daughter?” The Crown Prince’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Wuyu.

Could it be that the system had gifted them a daughter?

“In your dreams. She’s mine!” Wisteria rolled her eyes at him.

“Hehehe, if she’s yours, then isn’t she mine too?” the Crown Prince chuckled foolishly.

Wisteria pressed her palm to her forehead. Was this really the cold, aloof, ruthless Crown Prince who kept everyone at a distance? When did he become such a fool?

“Why did you call me here?”

“Just missed you.”

“Mm, well you’ve seen me now. I’m going back to sell flowers.” Wisteria replied perfunctorily.

“Wisteria, don’t you miss me at all?” the Crown Prince began to cling to her shamelessly.

Wisteria’s flawless face twitched with restraint. She held back, held back some more—then decided not to.

With a loud smack, she slapped the Crown Prince square across the face.

“If you’re so bored with nothing to do, go get another job!”

“I still have to sell flowers! Otherwise, how will I have money to buy your medicine? Without it, with your wreck of a body, am I supposed to just wait around to become a widow?”

“Hurry up and get to work! I’ll come find you tonight.”

Wisteria picked up Wuyu and left.

Wuyu rested on Sister Wisteria’s shoulder and waved to the Crown Prince.

“Bye-bye.”

The Crown Prince, watching the adorable Wuyu, waved his paw back at her.

Once they were gone, the Crown Prince started adding funds.

Hehe—For Wisteria. For their little girl.

When Wisteria and Wuyu returned to the small town, the notification sound of a new deposit rang out.

Hearing the Crown Prince say something about “raising a daughter,” Wisteria didn’t hesitate at all—she directly transferred the money he’d topped up to Wuyu.

Wuyu was still young. Earning money wasn’t easy.

“Thank you, Sister.” Wuyu looked happily at her balance.

“Sister, I want this purple and white flower.”

“Giving it to your father again?” Wisteria picked up the flowers and carefully wrapped it for Wuyu.

“Mhm, Father likes it.”

“Go on then.” Wisteria gently patted her soft, fair little cheek.

Wuyu clutched the flowers and weaved through the streets, returning to the little bamboo hut where she lived. She went to her father’s side, only to find he was already asleep. Quietly, Wuyu placed the flowers beside him and left.

“Father, Wuyu is off to work now.”

Wuyu returned to the small town to start her next job.

“Wuyu, can you help me deliver these pastries to my grandma’s house?”

“Sure.”

The system calculated the value of this labor, and the little boy paid her the corresponding amount.

Wuyu carried a bundle of pastries and began walking toward the destination.

“Be careful, Wuyu. Don’t trip,” the boy reminded her.

“Okay~”

Wuyu successfully delivered the pastries to an elderly woman.

“Thank you, Wuyu.”

“Could you also help me deliver these eggs to my grandson?”

“Okay~” Wuyu took the basket of eggs, and the elderly woman paid her accordingly.

Seeing that her little wallet had grown a bit fuller, Wuyu beamed with a wide, radiant smile.

She lifted the basket with all her strength and, with a determined puff, set off on her short legs to make the delivery.

After a few hours of hard work, Wuyu decided to head to the inn for a meal.

“Wuyu’s here,” the innkeeper said cheerfully, smiling at her.

“Uncle Chef, I want this one, and this one too, and some rice,” Wuyu pointed at all her favorite dishes.

“Alright.”

After paying, Wuyu climbed onto a stool and waited for her meal.

Meanwhile, in Wangchuan Courtyard, Feng Xiaohan woke up to the scent of flowers incense.

Reaching out, he felt a bundle of flowerss placed right beside him.

“Little girl, did you bring me flowers again?”

Feng Xiaohan called out to Wuyu in his mind.

The moment Wuyu heard her Father calling, she immediately appeared before him.

“Father~” she called out sweetly in her childish voice.

“You brought these?”

As soon as she appeared, Feng Xiaohan caught sight of the flowers on his bed—purple irises and pale green magnolias.

“Yes!”

“Wuyu saw that Father was sleeping, so I didn’t disturb you.”

“Father, did you eat yet?” Wuyu floated over and sat beside him.

Feng Xiaohan looked at her slightly dirty dress.

“No. You were working again?”

“Yep!”

“Wuyu made lots of money again!” she happily hugged her Father’s arm.

“You… did you eat anything?” Feng Xiaohan wasn’t good at talking to children, so he could only manage this kind of dry, meaningless question.

“Hehehe, Wuyu already ordered lunch! But when I heard Father calling me, I came right away,” Wuyu cheerfully shared her meal plans with her Father.

Feng Xiaohan quietly listened, his eyes fixed on her lively little face.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Go finish your meal then.”

“Okay! Bye-bye, Father!” Wuyu waved her tiny hand.

In the next second, she vanished—off to eat!

Feng Xiaohan: Not even a trace of hesitation, huh? Just left like the wind.

Back at her table, the food Wuyu had ordered had already been served.

She picked up her bowl, grabbed her little chopsticks, and began digging in.

Delicious!

Half an hour later, Wuyu was full.

She walked out of the inn humming a little tune.

As she strolled down the street, heading back to her little bamboo hut to rest, on the other side—

Just as Feng Xiaohan was about to get up, a voice echoed in his mind.

【Level has reached Tier Two. Shop function now unlocked.】

【Would the Host like to make a purchase?】

Feng Xiaohan pondered—what exactly was this “Shop”?

It must be a place to buy things, he figured. Might as well take a look.

He responded with a command to open it.

In the next moment, a dazzling array of items appeared before him—but all the products were clearly meant for Wuyu.

Feng Xiaohan tapped into the clothing section.

A variety of little dresses and hair accessories filled the screen.

He thought a red ruqun looked quite nice and tapped on it.

In the next second, a miniature figure identical to Wuyu appeared, now dressed in the very red outfit he had selected.

Feng Xiaohan then tapped on a light green ruqun.

The little figure instantly changed into the light green dress.

Feng Xiaohan’s face remained impassive, but inwardly, he was amazed.

Truly miraculous.

“That little girl bought so many flowers for him—returning the gesture with a few clothes is only proper.”

He found himself a perfectly reasonable excuse.

Feng Xiaohan selected a few outfits and proceeded to checkout.

Ten taels of silver.

He tapped the payment button.

【Purchase successful.】

After finishing the transaction, Feng Xiaohan called Qing’an inside.

Qing’an took one look at the Prince and thought—hmm… His Highness seems to be in a rather good mood today.

After assisting Feng Xiaohan with his morning wash, Qing’an summoned the servants to bring in breakfast.

In such good spirits, Feng Xiaohan even drank half a bowl more porridge than usual.

“Reporting to Your Highness,” the steward entered and immediately knelt, not daring to look at Feng Xiaohan.

“What is it?” Feng Xiaohan asked, wiping his hands clean with an elegant silk cloth.

“The warehouse… the warehouse has been robbed,” the steward said, trembling all over. It was an utter disgrace that such a theft had happened under his watch. He couldn’t excuse himself.

“Robbery? What’s missing?” Feng Xiaohan asked nonchalantly.

Who would dare to steal from his Regent Prince’s mansion?

“Two thousand one hundred and ten taels of silver.” The thief had taken an exact amount.

Upon hearing this number, Feng Xiaohan froze for a moment. Hmm… wasn’t that the money he had given to Little Girl for the flowers?

He set down his handkerchief.

“This is something this Highness himself took,” Feng Xiaohan said in a calm voice.

The steward, with his head lowered, was left speechless. What? The Prince himself took it?

Why wasn’t there any record of the expenditure?

The steward dared not ask any more questions.