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Seeing that the little dwarf was unmoved by persuasion, the steward could not force him in front of all the people in the imperial capital for the sake of the crown prince's reputation. In the end, he had no choice but to say to the little dwarf...

"Young Master, the truth is this. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince saw that you are so good at fortune-telling that he was very impressed. He wanted to invite you to his palace for a gathering and then reward you with gold."

In fact, the prince did not say the following words. The steward made them up on purpose in order to solve the current dilemma.

Of course, his words were vague and he did not say how much the reward was. Giving a small grain of gold would be a reward and would also shut everyone up.

When the little dwarf heard this, his eyes lit up and he asked...

"The reward of gold, is it true or not?"

"I heard that stuff is very valuable. One small grain is equivalent to my annual income from fortune-telling."

The butler nodded and said, "Of course it's true. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince speaks with all his heart, how could he possibly lie?"

"Okay, let's go." After the little dwarf said this, he picked up the fortune-telling things and strode forward.

The manager was dumbfounded. Is this it? ?

The little dwarf walked for more than ten meters, turned around and found that the butler and the guards had not followed him. They were still standing there in a daze, and asked curiously...

"Master Butler, why don't you leave? Do you regret it?"

"If you regret it, forget it. I'll go back to setting up my stall and making money."

After saying this, he really prepared to walk back.

The manager reacted, ran forward and said impatiently...

"Young sir, you misunderstood. I meant that you don't have to walk, you can just take a carriage."

He pointed to the carriage next to him and made a gesture of invitation.

The little dwarf nodded, and without hesitation, he crawled in using his hands and feet.

Everyone: “…….”

This little dwarf is so short that he has to crawl even to get on the carriage.

The steward curled his lips in disdain. If it weren't for the prince's order, he really would have looked down on this little dwarf.

The Prince's Mansion Villa.

Bedroom.

After a few days of rest, the prince's complexion looked much better. At this moment, he was leaning on the bed, and the servant was feeding him soup.

"Reporting to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the fortune teller is here." At this moment, the steward hurried in and reported to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince nodded and said, "Please ask him to come in."

The butler bent over and replied, "Yes."

Then the little dwarf was brought in by two guards.

When he entered the room, he did not greet His Royal Highness like the others did before, but sat down on the stool, crossed his legs, glanced at His Royal Highness, and asked arrogantly: "

"Your Highness, I heard from the butler that because my divination was accurate, Your Highness admired me and called me over to receive a reward. Is this true?"

His attitude is simply a challenge to the authority of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. If it were someone else, he would have been dragged away and chopped off.

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is now in a desperate situation and urgently needs his guidance to get out of the predicament, so naturally he will not blame him to his face.

However, the dwarf's attitude.

Fan Wenzhi was also very unhappy. He used to be the Crown Prince who was admired by everyone. Even the ministers in the court did not dare to speak to him like that.

What’s more, the little dwarf is just a charlatan?

So, he looked up at the butler next to him with a dark face and asked...

"What reward? What's going on?"

The steward had no choice but to whisper something in his ear.

Fan Wenzhi nodded in understanding. Things that could be solved with money were no longer a problem for him.

He waved to the other people in the bedroom, signaling them to go out, as he had something to say to the dwarf alone.

The butler nodded silently and walked out with the servants.

Finally, before leaving, he silently closed the door.

Seeing this, Fan Wenzhi raised his head and said to the little dwarf, "Young sir, your fortune-telling is truly admirable."

The little dwarf raised his eyebrows and asked bluntly, "Your Highness, don't change the subject. I know that I am very good at fortune-telling, but where is the reward you promised me?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Wenzhi asked in a deep voice: "Young Master, don't worry. As long as you can help me, the reward is not a problem."

Dwarf: "What's the matter?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had fallen into his current situation and no longer hid anything. He told the little dwarf all his circumstances.

Finally, speaking of…

"As long as you help me out of this predicament, I will reward you with 100,000 taels of silver."

"Silver?" The little dwarf stroked his white beard, raised his index finger and shook it, saying word by word...

"No, I want gold, one hundred thousand taels of gold."

"If Your Highness agrees, just pay half of the commission first, and I will help you solve all your problems."

"If you don't believe it, then forget it. Let's part ways. From now on, I will continue to be my own magician, and Your Highness the Crown Prince will wait to be deposed and then killed."

He speaks very bluntly and it sounds unpleasant, but it is also true.

As a former prince, without the protection of power, he would be a discarded chess piece.

Although he was abandoned, he was still a thorn in the eyes of the princes and concubines because he once held a high position.

Therefore, his final fate, a tragic death, was inevitable.

Fan Wenzhi's face looked very ugly, changing from blue to black, black to blue, like a chameleon. His fists under his sleeves were clenched tightly, his nails dug deep into his flesh, blood flowed out, but he didn't feel any pain at all, and said through gritted teeth...

"Okay, I promise you."

As long as you keep your status and your life, money is not a problem.

The little dwarf stretched out his hand and asked bluntly, "Half of the commission."

Unexpectedly, Fan Wenzhi, who agreed readily in the previous second, hesitated in the next second. After all, he had not seen anything, but he was about to lose 50,000 taels of gold. He felt a little unbalanced, so he said, "... Young sir, you haven't done anything yet, but you want to take 50,000 taels of gold. Can you let me see some results before giving it to me?"

His request is also human nature.

However, the little dwarf saw that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had gone back on his word, and without hesitation, he stood up and said, "Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has gone back on his word, let's just forget about this matter."

"Hey, no, no, no, young sir, wait a moment, we can talk it over." Seeing that the little dwarf was really about to leave, Fan Wenzhi became anxious and quickly stood up to block his way.

Little Dwarf: "What can I say? Your Highness the Crown Prince just agreed to something, but he immediately went back on his word. Who would dare to cooperate with you?"

"I am worried that if I help His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to maintain his position, not only will I not get the reward, but I will also be silenced."

Fan Wenzhi was speechless. Finally, in order to keep his position, he had to give 50,000 taels of gold to the dwarf.

The steward didn't know what the Crown Prince said to the little dwarf, and why he gave him so much gold?

Just standing aside, watching stupidly.

Fan Wenzhi's face looked heavy. He didn't know whether the little dwarf could help him out of the predicament, but at this moment he had no choice but to give it a try.

He looked at the happy little dwarf and said, "Young sir, you should live in the other courtyard during this period, so as to avoid the trouble of running around."

"Well, that's fine." The little dwarf was in a very good mood, holding the golden gold in his hands, and he agreed immediately.

Of course, he also knew that the reason why Fan Wenzhi kept him living in the mansion was because he was worried that he would run away with the gold. To put it bluntly, he was monitoring him.

Afterwards, the steward took him to the west wing and arranged a room for him. In this way, the little dwarf lived in the prince's mansion.

The next day, the whole imperial capital was rumored to have heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had sent people to the Juxing Kingdom to ask Doctor Huo to treat his injuries. It was said that Doctor Huo was an extraordinary doctor and was known for his ability to bring the dead back to life.

As long as he is willing to save someone, he can bring them back to life even if they are dead.

Moreover, there are rumors that the doctor has preserved the Crown Prince's vitals by soaking them in medicine, and as soon as Doctor Huo arrives, he can perform surgery to reattach them immediately.

The people of the imperial capital were talking about this rumor, because they had never heard that a severed penis could be reattached.

"This is a lie, right? How can there be such a great doctor in the world?"

"It must be a lie. How can you reattach your penis if it's broken? Even if you can reattach it, it will rot."

"That's right, how can it be so magical?"

"It must be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is unwilling to become a eunuch and is desperate to seek medical help. Even if we really invite Doctor Huo back, it may not be possible to reconnect his penis."

"Yes."

The people of the imperial capital did not believe the rumors about the miracle doctor and said that the Crown Prince was unwilling to lose everything and was making a last-ditch effort.

The Prince's Mansion Villa.

garden.

The little dwarf crossed his legs, humming a little tune and eating fruit, looking very comfortable.

The prince sat nearby with a dark look on his face, silently looking at the little dwarf.

The palace maids and eunuchs stood by and served, and no one dared to say a word.

After a long while, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince waved his hand, asking the palace maids and eunuchs to leave, and then asked...

"Young Master, three days have passed and Doctor Huo hasn't come back yet. What should I do?"

The little dwarf took a bite of the pear in his hand and said lazily, "The news just came back. Doctor Huo said that the consultation fee of 50,000 taels of gold is too small. He needs to add another 50,000. Otherwise, he will not come to help His Royal Highness with the surgery."

His Royal Highness was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly: "What? Another 50,000?"

The little dwarf nodded, took out a letter from his bosom, handed it to His Royal Highness, and said, "This is what Doctor Huo said. If you don't believe it, read it yourself."

After saying that, he put the letter on the table.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took the letter and saw that it really mentioned the need to add 50,000 taels of gold. He asked doubtfully, "Young Master, can he really help me get my life back?"

In fact, he, like the ordinary people outside, was very skeptical whether Doctor Huo was really capable of helping him reconnect his penis.

The little dwarf raised his lips slightly, revealing a hint of mockery, and said, "Your Highness, you have no choice now. You can only trust Doctor Huo unconditionally, because in this world, except for him, no one can help you change your fate."