However, that didn't stop her from stirring up more trouble.
The beautiful woman selling the fake jewelry saw her approaching again and warily shifted a few steps away. "Miss, you're a perfectly fine young lady," she said. "Why must you insist on picking on a poor, helpless widow like me...?"
Shen Huoshui smiled brightly. "That's exactly why I'm here—to bring you some money, of course."
The beautiful woman stepped back suspiciously, even yanking her stall back with her. "The paltry sum you can offer would be an insult to my jewels," she said.
Shen Huoshui casually picked up a fake vermilion hairpin, shook it gently, and gestured toward the Crown Prince not far away. "Take a look at that man over there. Doesn't he look like an easy mark?"
The beautiful woman: "..."
The Crown Prince couldn't hear what they were saying, but he had a vague feeling their murmuring concerned him, so he started walking over.
"What's this? Have you taken a fancy to these things?"
