Chapter 118: The Heroine Gets Beaten Again

After all, he was just a minor official, practically a dispensable supporting character. The author barely mentioned him, but Di Hongluan recalled that this Dali Temple Minister supposedly had a hidden illness.

Impotence.

Di Hongluan thought it over, confident that she remembered correctly. She knocked on the gate of the Dali Temple Minister’s residence again.

The butler, clearly annoyed, opened the door, “What now?”

Why wouldn’t this little princess leave, no matter how they tried to shoo her away?

“I need to speak with the Dali Temple Minister; it’s urgent. Tell him I can cure his illness.”

Di Hongluan was skilled in medicine and poison, and with the system’s rewards, curing a mere case of impotence was as easy as exchanging some points for a Tiger Pill.

Though the butler didn’t like Di Hongluan, he still muttered complaints under his breath and went inside.

There was no illness in their household, after all.

Moments later, the butler returned. “My master isn’t ill. Now, you’d better leave.”

Di Hongluan pressed her lips together, her eyes flashing with barely suppressed anger. Seizing the moment when the butler was distracted, she slipped past him and dashed toward the main hall.

“Hey, hey, hey! How can you be so disobedient, barging in like this?” The butler chased after her, calling for the servants.

Di Hongluan finally got what she wanted—a meeting with the Dali Temple Minister. Just as the servants were about to grab her, the Dali Temple Minister appeared.

“The daughter of the Prince Han? The current little princess, I assume? How is it that at ten years old, you’re still causing trouble like a two-year-old?” The Dali Temple Minister tried to contain his anger. No one dared to barge into his residence uninvited. Moreover, this girl’s eyes didn’t have the innocence of a ten-year-old, making him dislike her even more.

Ah, the little princess was much more lovable. Her motives were straightforward—money and food.

But this little princess gave him a feeling he couldn’t quite figure out.

Di Hongluan snorted inwardly. She was the heroine! Of course, she wouldn’t act according to common sense. Otherwise, how could she rely on her protagonist’s aura to navigate this world successfully?

With her protagonist’s aura, divine protection, and her cheat, wasn’t every transmigrated heroine supposed to shine and make a name for herself?

“Sir, you’re ill. I have the cure. I can treat your illness, but in return, you must donate some silver. Doesn’t that sound like a good deal?” Di Hongluan got straight to the point, wasting no time with unnecessary words.

The Dali Temple Minister’s expression darkened, “Who… do you say is ill?”

“Why, you, of course.”

Who else could it be?

No wonder this Dali Temple Minister was swiftly executed in the original novel. Only a brainless person could ask such a stupid question. How did he even become the Dali Temple Minister?

“Sir, to be honest, I have a miraculous medicine that you won’t find anywhere else. For a mere donation of fifty thousand taels, I’ll cure your illness and ensure you have no worries night after night.”

The Dali Temple Minister: “??”

The maids, servants, and guards around them felt like they had just witnessed something incredibly juicy.

“No worries night after night,” those words held an intriguing meaning.

“Fifty thousand taels?” The Dali Temple Minister barely suppressed the anger rising in his chest. Who asks for donations by naming a specific amount like that?

Fifty thousand taels—given his official position, he would never earn that much in his lifetime.

It’s said to be a donation, but frankly, isn’t this extortion?

So the little princess has come personally to extort him, and with such brazen confidence.

Moreover, the implication of the little princess’s words was that he was corrupt.

Indeed.

Most officials in the court are corrupt—that’s just the way the bureaucracy works.

The ruler turns a blind eye, and clean officials and corrupt ones always balance each other out. As long as they don’t cross the red line, the Emperor has his methods of management.

But he wasn’t a corrupt official.

He had just donated money to the Tenth Princess. If he donated again now, it would be tantamount to slapping himself in the face, publicly declaring that he was corrupt.

“Yes, fifty thousand taels. For someone like you, the Dali Temple Minister, it’s not too much.”

The Dali Temple Minister: “!!!”

“What did you say I have?”

Di Hongluan smirked, her lips curling as she said, “You’re impotent!”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a pearl dropping on the ground.

Everyone present heard it.

The news was shocking, as if it were chiseled into stone.

The Dali Temple Minister was impotent!

What explosive news this was.

The Dali Temple Minister’s face turned ashen with rage.

Di Hongluan, however, felt she had gained the upper hand. She was confidently asserting control over the situation. “As long as you take this miraculous medicine of mine, I guarantee you will be cured, lasting and enduring. Sir, please consider this carefully. Once I leave, you won’t find another chance. I dare say, no one else can cure your condition.”

She spoke with an air of superiority.

“Of course no one else can cure it,” the Dali Temple Minister ground his teeth, “I don’t have any illness to cure!”

He was livid!

The Dali Temple Minister’s suppressed anger burst forth instantly.

Even in his rage, he remembered Di Hongluan’s status. If he didn’t know she was the only daughter of the Prince Han’s household, he wouldn’t waste so many words on a ten-year-old child.

“Someone, teach this brat a lesson! The daughter of the Prince Han’s household, I’ll handle her myself! Also, inform the Prince Han’s residence to send someone to take this little princess back. I’ll be going to the palace to report this!”

Soon, maids and servants came and restrained Di Hongluan, slapping her across the face.

Di Hongluan: ???

Was this Dali Temple Minister out of his mind?

Had he gone mad?!

What right did he have to do this to her?

She was a princess, a princess!

Di Hongluan’s face flushed with anger. “You dare hit me? How dare you, you vile servant! When I return to my residence, I’ll make sure you pay for this.”

“You’re just a child, talking nonsense and causing trouble. What else can you expect but to be taught a lesson? You want the Dali Temple Minister’s residence to be put to shame? Fine, go to the Emperor, and I’ll see if this little princess can still stir up trouble!”

Di Hongluan was unwilling to leave, but she was no match for the servants. Her small body was no match for their strength.

Di Hongluan was thrown out of the Dali Temple Minister’s residence.

In the afternoon, many people had gathered outside. Passersby stopped and pointed at the scene.

Some recognized Di Hongluan. “Isn’t that the Red Luan Princess from the Prince Han’s residence?”

“What’s the Red Luan Princess doing at the Dali Temple Minister’s residence?”

“It looks like she even got slapped. She’s a princess, after all.”

Upon receiving the news from the Dali Temple Minister’s residence, the Prince Han’s wife rushed to the scene.

Seeing her precious daughter being pointed at like a piece of merchandise, the Prince Han’s wife was heartbroken. She quickly pushed through the crowd and gathered Di Hongluan into her arms.

A warm current flowed through Di Hongluan’s heart.

In her past life, she had been an orphan in the modern world. To have loving parents in this life was something she treasured deeply.

She vowed to fight for the Prince Han and the Prince Han’s wife and to protect them.

The Prince Han’s wife wept, “How could the Dali Temple Minister behave this way, overstepping his bounds and bullying even a child? Come, let’s go to the palace and report this!”

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