Doted By The Regent King
Chapter 467 Being Questioned

Chapter 467: Chapter 467 Being Questioned

Wufu was led by Shopkeeper Lin to a middle-aged man dressed in finery, sporting a beard.

"Third Old Master, this is Miss Wufu," Shopkeeper Lin introduced the two, "Miss Wufu, this is Third Old Master Wen of the Wen Family, who manages all affairs of the Hundred Treasures Silver Building."

So it’s the big boss!

With a smile playing at the corners of her lips, Wufu bent her knee in a curtsy, "Wufu pays her respects to Third Old Master." As she lifted her head, she unsurprisingly met a pair of eyes that were sharp, discerning, and scrutinizing.

Wen Jian sized up the girl before him who had not yet come of age; she was extremely young, not particularly stunning, and her beauty was of the delicate and pretty sort. What stood out were her eyes, which shone brightly.

He found something familiar about her face.

Wen Jian scrutinized Wufu for a moment but could not recall where he had seen her before; certain he had not met her, he dropped the subject and assumed an air of superiority.

"Wen Si highly recommended Miss Wufu for this merchants’ competition. May I ask who your teacher is, how many years have you been involved in carving, and what makes you confident that you will win this competition?" Wen Jian’s questions were somewhat aggressive.

After Lin Gonyun took his people to join Thousand Treasures Tower, Hundred Treasures Silver Building had been trying to find a new great craftsman to support their business, one who could become the pillar of their shop, with no success.

Therefore, upon learning of the competition and that Lin Gonyun had sent his top apprentice to participate, he thought it over carefully and decided not to send anyone to compete, to avoid the embarrassment of defeat.

Unexpectedly, Wen Si had already sent someone to compete and only informed him after the fact. He came to know this because the head maid had let it slip while composing a greeting letter to the old Madam, and he only received Wen Congrui’s letter afterwards. Otherwise, the entire family would have been in the dark.

The family’s response to Wen Congrui’s actions was permissive, as if it wouldn’t matter to them even if he lost everything the Wen Family had, which frustrated Wen Jian, who managed the family’s domestic affairs.

However, he was merely a concubine’s son, and since the elder legitimate brother had taken a laissez-faire approach, where did he have the right to speak? He could only let it play out.

So, now seeing Wufu, Wen Jian’s scrutiny was intense, unabashedly appraising her as if trying to see through her. What exactly made Wen Si value this woman so highly, and what extraordinary skill or trump card did she possess?

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Wen Si or sought to question him, but her tender age of just over ten years offered little persuasive power!

Faced with Wen Jian’s interrogation, Wufu responded with a light smile, "In response to Third Old Master Wen’s question, a competition tests not just skill but also luck. To be honest, I have no assurance of winning. I’m here at the invitation of Lord Wen, just to participate in the competition. Of course, I would like to win, so I won’t treat my work casually. Whether I can win or not will be up to the judges."

Wen Jian was caught off guard for a moment, a flash of annoyance appeared in his eyes, but he had no rebuttal because what she said was true. Her participation was at the invitation of Wen Si, and the outcome of the competition didn’t concern her much. If she won, it would be cause for celebration, and if she lost, she wouldn’t be ashamed!

"If that’s the case, it would seem we need to pray to the gods for success," said Wen Jian, fighting to keep his composure.

Wufu replied with a light laugh, "If Third Old Master wishes to put it that way, that’s fine too."

"You..." Wen Jian looked at her deeply, found her quick-witted and sharp-tongued, and with a snort, headed for the elegant private rooms of the Hundred Treasures Silver Building.

Shopkeeper Lin, wiping his sweat, hurriedly urged Wufu to follow.

Bored and feeling a premonition, Wufu looked up to meet Ah Jiu’s questioning gaze. She revealed an expression of consternation and helplessness, then followed behind.

Seeing her expression, Ah Jiu couldn’t help but laugh.