Da Tang Si Zi: My Six Super Rich Little Nuggets!

Chapter 299 The Mistaken Marriage of the Bamboo Flute's Lingering Memories

The torrential rain lashed against the green tiles like a silver whip, and the warehouse beams groaned under the weight of the rain.

Niwanzi's fingertips traced the dark patterns on the coarse salt bag, the candlelight casting his shadow on the distorted face of the Shunfu shopkeeper: "Three awning boats enter the port from the canal on the fifteenth of every month? What a risk-free and highly profitable business."

Before he could finish speaking, the shopkeeper of Shunfu suddenly sprang up, a short blade hidden in his sleeve aimed straight for his throat, but in mid-air, a cold light blocked his vital point—Cong Xiaoye's longsword was already at his neck, and water droplets condensed on the blade dripped down the tip of the blade and onto the ground, creating small craters.

"Young Master Wan! Helin Temple! 3:45 PM!" The temple manager, Shunfu, had veins bulging on his forehead and his neck was pressed back slightly by the sword. "Please spare my life!" However, as soon as he finished speaking, the wooden window of the warehouse shattered, and three dark figures rushed in with a foul stench, while poisoned flying blades pierced through the air.

Niwan Zi whirled and lashed out with a soft whip, wrapping it around one of the men's wrists. Cong Xiaoye's sword light wove a dense net, deflecting all the hidden weapons. Amidst the flying wood chips, the Shunfu shopkeeper collapsed to the ground, his pupils reflecting the sinister sneer of the man in black before he vanished…

The next day, traces of the previous night's torrential rain still lingered on the bluestone slabs of the bustling city. Murong Yun, dressed in plain white mourning clothes, was accompanied by a chorus of whispers and murmurs from the people as the coffin-carrying procession passed by.

"I heard that the princess who was sent to marry a foreign ruler was caught having an affair." "She looked so dignified, I never expected her to do such a shameful thing." In the dust raised by the funeral procession, Niwan Zi looked at the four characters "Wen Shi Cheng Si" on the funeral banner, frowned slightly, and the jade pendant at her waist inadvertently made a clear sound.

The stream in Jiabo Mountain meandered among the blue stones. Chen Lin squatted down and dipped a silk handkerchief in the water. Yu'er was tiptoeing to reach the wild fruit by the stream. The unconscious woman was covered in mud and water, with dry grass still stuck in her hair. She was trembling violently and grabbed Chen Lin's wrist.

"Don't kill me..." Her voice was hoarse like a broken gong, and her nails dug deep into Chen Lin's flesh.

"My young lady is the Prime Minister's daughter!" Yu'er hurriedly offered the wild fruit. "We saved you!"

As Chen Lin took out the carved bamboo tube from his pocket to feed her water, the woman's gaze suddenly fixed on the bamboo flute hanging from Yu'er's waist. That bamboo flute, engraved with "Eternal Union," instantly tore open a rift in her memory.

Sizi then saw the Vermilion Bird Avenue in Chang'an City. He knelt before the Golden Palace, his skirt covered in dust, yet his words were resounding: "I am willing to make peace with Tibet for the sake of the Tang Dynasty!"

The ink on Li Shimin's imperial edict was still wet, and the warmth of yesterday still lingered in Murong Yun's heart as she knelt on one knee. But before her, in the swaying reflection of the bamboo forest, there was no golden roof of the Potala Palace, only the wolf-head totem unique to the Tuyuhun tribe, faintly visible in the stream.

“This isn’t Tibet…” Si Zi suddenly coughed violently, clutching her icy white jade flute. “Songtsen Gampo… Murong Yun…” The stream flowed past her feet, carrying her broken murmurs into the depths of the forest, while a flock of egrets fluttered into the overcast sky…

The timeline shifts to 2026. "This is hardly a lamb princess!" Zhen Xiaosi typed away at a machine-gun pace on the design draft. "She's practically a top student in the Eastern Palace's etiquette class! The hand she holds the fan should look like it's gripping a venomous snake ready to bite at any moment, as if she wants to carve the word 'death' on the fan handle."

Chen Lin paused, adjusting his glasses. The 3D model's skirt spun gracefully: "We've engraved a poison molecular formula pattern on the jade bracelet, concealing a deadly intent..."

"Murderous intent? That's all?" Zhen Xiaosi, stomping her red Air Jordans, stormed to the display case, the non-slip soles making a scraping sound. She picked up the original sample, her head bobbing as she paced nervously. "Those eyes...like those glass lanterns in a temple! When she pinched Murong Yun, her pupils must have shrunk to pinpoints, and she must have been trailing a grimy, seemingly arrogant but actually cowardly little tail..."

Lin Wan hurriedly pulled out her sketches to salvage the situation: "The lining has been changed to tattered phoenix feathers! The gold trim is like the dignity she sewed up with golden wound medicine—"

"Let's add some more shocking details!" Zhen Xiaosi poked at the withered lotus petals on her skirt. "Her pearl earrings are like springs; one turn and 'splat' bloodstains appear. Her change of expression is faster than flipping through a book. Let's add a hand that crushes chess pieces—she's bleeding internally but still stubbornly holding on. That's the true stubbornness of a princess!"

"Chairman! A temperature-sensitive material for tear ducts that can cause ice cracks to form at the corners of the eyes!" Lin Wan quickly pulled out her winning formula...

Zhen Xiaosi sneered and pried off the gemstone from the model hairpin: "Not enough! There are three scars hidden under the clothes. Every time the family puts pressure on you, they make another cut. The hair looks gorgeous, but it's actually bandaged sores."

Chen Lin pulled out a fragrance design: "Look, ambergris mixed with snow water, base notes of bitter wormwood, a scent of unrequited love..."

"Fine, add the burnt smell of burning scriptures!" Zhen Xiaosi grabbed the model's hand and forcefully bent it into a knife-gripping position, the joints cracking. "Listen! This is when she sneers, her bones are creaking and begging for mercy!"

Once the screeching sound of the AJ's anti-slip soles subsided, Chen Lin stared at the screen and muttered, "Change the pupil ratio to 60/40. The fiercer a person looks, the more vulnerable they are sneaking out..."

Lin Wan drew the final stroke in her notebook—the hibiscus pattern on the sole of the shoe, stained with half-dried blood, like an angry flower blooming in a pool of blood…

Three months later, the limited-edition Lamb Princess doll sold out immediately upon release. Players carefully opened the gift boxes, only to find a small line of print in the corner of the included instruction manual:

"This doll has many vulnerable parts, so it is recommended to wear a riot shield when viewing it—who knows, a blade might suddenly 'snap' out of the pearl sleeve the next second... The evil princess's competitive spirit never fails!"

At this moment, Zhen Xiaosi was staring at the screen displaying backend data, her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, her dimples radiating a sweet glow.

The comments on the phone screen were exploding like fireworks—

"This isn't raising a doll; it's worshipping a living, breathing ancestor!"

"Adjusting her sitting position is like defusing a bomb; while prying her fingers open, she's already thinking about her will..."

"Designer, come out and get a kiss! You turned 'fragile' into 'frightening', didn't you? You changed the princess's hand gesture, making it seem like you broke her jade hand hiding poison, but she was just making a heart shape!"

"Muttering curses and swearing, but frantically spending money on in-game purchases... Did this stupid doll secretly plant a cyber curse in my brain?"

Looking at the screen filled with jumping comments, Si Zong chuckled like a goose. She poked a comment from a player with the avatar "Must-Marry a Macho Man": "Next time, I suggest slipping puzzle notes into the princess's hand. I guarantee they won't even have time to treat their depression..."

The setting sun outside the window cast Si Zong's shadow on the wall, like a happy little bear that had stolen honey, with "poisonous mushroom" spores, which players both love and hate, still clinging to the tip of its tail. These spores drifted in the evening breeze, creating an irresistible withdrawal reaction.