Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1712: Chapter 1712: An Unexpected Delight

”Forget it, just keep it for yourself.” Although Han Yan wasn’t extremely irritable by nature, from the man’s earlier words, it was clear he intended to disguise and deceive them, treating them like fools, so she had no goodwill towards him. She said coldly while walking towards the carriage.

”My lady!” Seeing Han Yan turn to leave, the man became more anxious and suddenly knelt to the ground with a thud.

”What are you doing?” Han Yan frowned.

”I didn’t intend to deceive you, my lady. Truly, we have no other choice. Look at the people behind me; they haven’t had a grain of rice for several days. Along the way, we’ve even gnawed on grass and bark. If we weren’t desperate, how could we dare to deceive you?” The man was increasingly emotional as he spoke, tears streaming down his face, filled with sorrow and despair.

Seeing the tears on his face, Han Yan was shocked, instinctively looking towards the people behind him.

Among the group were old and young, all dressed in rags, looking thin and yellow-faced. Several children, only six or seven years old, with disheveled hair and dirty faces, were biting their fingers, looking at her expectantly, their eyes filled with a pleading look.

Han Yan had thought her heart was as hard as stone, but at this moment, the softest part of it was deeply touched.

”Get up, how much silver tael are you planning to sell this Meteorite Gold for?” Han Yan sighed secretly and asked.

”As long as you can give us a bite to eat and prevent us from starving to death, that’s enough.” The man stood up humbly, hesitating as he spoke.

”How much silver tael do you have left? Consider it as me lending it to you.” Han Yan turned her head to Ling Baobao and said.

”Between us, there’s no need for the word borrow; just take it.” Ling Baobao casually threw the backpack on his back to Han Yan.

”These silver taels should be enough for you to buy some food.” Han Yan opened the backpack and handed the silver taels inside to the man.

At that moment, she finally deeply understood the hardship of survival for common people on the Divine Continent, especially those refugees without a fixed abode, whose lives were as cheap as ants. No wonder the people of Mu Family Village were deceived by Ling Baobao back then; they were too afraid of losing their land.

This time, when Ling Baobao generously gave away the hard-earned money of his people to others, Mu Tu remained silent, looking at him with much softer eyes.

”Thank you, my lady... thank you for saving our lives.” Holding the silver tael, the man once again shed tears of gratitude, bowing to Han Yan, while the rest of the people also knelt, tears of joy and gratitude flowing from their eyes.

From the ox-drawn cart behind, looking at Han Yan standing among the crowd, being worshipped by everyone, Sikong Qinglan’s eyes also revealed deep respect. It’s her, it must be her; Sikong Qinglan was once again sure of her suspicion.

”Let’s go.” Han Yan said to Mu Tu.

”My lady, these Meteorite Gold?” Seeing Han Yan preparing to leave, the man glanced at the pile of meteorite gold and hesitated.

”Keep them for yourself.” After all, they were just useless stones, and Han Yan had no interest.

”How can that be? I deceived you earlier, my lady, out of desperation. Since I’ve received your silver tael, naturally, these Meteorite Gold must be handed to you.” The man stated firmly, seemingly in poverty but not willing to easily forsake his dignity.

”Then, bring them all up.” Han Yan looked at the man appreciatively and said.

By doing so, it also means preserving the last bit of dignity for them.

Soon, the man and his people hurriedly moved a pile of useless stones onto the carriage and then bowed to Han Yan before slowly leaving.

Looking at the pile of useless stones in front of her and the group of people in the distance, Han Yan bitterly smiled. The speed was already slow, and with these stones, it would definitely be slower, evading Kang Qingyuan trailing behind seemed even more impossible.

Of course, even without this burden, they still couldn’t escape.

Could a Fifth Rank Swordsman have a chance to fight against a Ninth-level Divine Priest? Han Yan looked at the pile of useless stones, making a silent decision; if it didn’t work, she’d have to reveal her strength and fight Kang Qingyuan with all her might. Even if hope was slim, she couldn’t sit and wait for death!

”Huh, what’s this?” Just as Han Yan made up her mind, Ling Baobao suddenly exclaimed.

Following his gaze, Han Yan’s sight stopped at the heap of useless stones, and she too was amazed, eyes wide open.

Heavenly Stone, it’s the Heavenly Stone!