Shen Ningning tagged along with Xiu Mu and the others, watching the "blood donation" farce at the inn for several days.
In the end, she said nothing. It was Xiu Mu and his men who decided to give up first.
"It's been four days. We've seen at least two hundred eighteen-year-old girls, but none of them are the Tenth Princess." Xiu Mu shook his head and sighed.
"Just the silver we've given out has already cost more than two hundred taels."
"And that's not even counting the money to rent out the inn every day."
Shen Ningning gently waved her fan, her expression relaxed. A light danced in her eyes as she spoke.
"I knew this plan of yours wouldn't work from the start, Mr. Xiu Mu. Have you never questioned the truth of what the letter-writer said? If it's a lie, isn't this all just a wasted effort?"
But Xiu Mu's expression immediately grew stern. "As long as there's hope, we must try. If we can find the Tenth Princess, all this effort will be worth it."
