The powerful princess arrives with a space warehouse

Chapter 1011 Where do you come from?

"What, don't you also have people who can speak our language? Is it strange that I, this young lady, can speak your language?" Ouyang Yunyao's lips curled up slightly, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant provocation.

After Ouyang Yunyao finished speaking, the blond men present were all dumbfounded, their faces full of astonishment and confusion.

This woman was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an outstanding demeanor. She was clearly from this land, but how could she speak their language more fluently than they did?

And her tone was even more arrogant than theirs? Is this young lady from this country? Isn't this continent supposed to be very backward? Could this young lady also be from their side?

The blond man in the lead paused, his previous arrogance instantly vanishing. He waved his hand, his tone softening considerably: "No, no, no! It's not that we find it strange; we're just surprised that Miss can speak our language so fluently."

"Is your language difficult?" Ouyang Yunyao raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

The blond men looked at each other, bewildered by her blunt words, unsure how to respond.

At this moment, a man who appeared to be a follower approached the man who had just spoken and said, "Your Highness, Mr. Gong from yesterday could also understand a little of our language. It seems that there may be people on this continent who have been to our side."

Upon hearing the man's words, Ouyang Yunyao understood. It seemed her guess was correct; these people came from another continent.

Then she paused again. The Mr. Gong they were talking about might be Gong Qianyu. So, Gong Qianyu could understand what these people were saying? Then the people from Jiannangong City were very likely from that side.

The blond man, referred to as the prince, nodded with a hint of doubt, muttering to himself, "I've never heard of anyone ever going to our continent."

Ouyang Yunyao then thought back to how that person had called the young blond man "prince." Her gaze fell on the young man. She wondered, "So this is what a foreign prince from ancient times looks like? Blonde hair and blue eyes?"

She simply pointed at him and got straight to the point: "Are you a prince? Can you make this decision?"

Before the prince could speak, the man who had spoken earlier, acting like a follower, quickly replied, "That's right, that's right, this is our prince."

The man called the prince raised his hand to his chest, looked at Ouyang Yunyao and bowed slightly, his tone becoming much more respectful: "I am Prince Joliv, greetings to the beautiful lady."

The surrounding crowd was already dumbfounded. How could Princess Jing actually communicate with these foreigners in their language? A murmur of discussion arose from the crowd.

"My goodness! Princess Jing is amazing! She can even speak the language of these people!"

“That’s right! If the Princess Consort didn’t understand, we wouldn’t know what these people were whispering about. Now we’re finally safe.” Princess Ronghui, pulling Xiaocui and her personal maid along, said excitedly, “Princess Consort is so amazing! You’re so eloquent!”

Judging from the way those people looked at the Princess, it was pure adoration.

The officers and soldiers of the Jingzhao Prefecture were also watching Ouyang Yunyao intently, waiting for her to further communicate with these foreigners and resolve this street dispute.

Ouyang Yunyao glanced at the street, which was completely blocked by carriages, and, unwilling to waste any more words, raised an eyebrow and cut straight to the point: "Your Highness, since you can make the decision, then tell us! Your carriage almost hit our child, why did you try to drive away?"

“Beautiful lady, that’s not how it is!” Prince Joliv quickly explained, his tone tinged with anger.

"Our carriage was moving very slowly and didn't hit any children, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to stop in time. It was that child who suddenly rushed towards the carriage, causing us to brake suddenly. These scoundrels are clearly trying to extort money from us..."

“Prince Joliv, please do not insult our people.” Ouyang Yunyao’s tone suddenly turned cold, her fluent words carrying an undeniable authority.

"You came to our country without understanding our language, and you didn't even bring a translator. You can't understand the people's language, yet you arbitrarily accuse them of extortion? This is entirely your fault. Let's not talk about that for now. I'll ask the child first and find out what really happened."

Ouyang Yunyao's powerful words left them speechless, and they nodded unconsciously.

Immediately, Ouyang Yunyao turned to the soldiers of the Jingzhao Yin Prefecture and asked in a softer tone, "Sir, they said that the child suddenly rushed over and almost crashed into their carriage. Could you let the child come over? I want to ask him a few questions."

"Princess Jing, it's that child!" Before the soldiers could speak, the villagers nearby pointed to the little boy not far away and shouted. The child was being comforted by a soldier; his face was pale and his eyes were red, clearly still recovering from the shock.

"Your Highness, it is indeed this child," the soldier replied hastily. "He was terrified just now, and I haven't had a chance to ask him what happened."

At this moment, Ouyang Yunyao had already alighted from the carriage and walked up to the little boy. The child was thin and frail, his clothes were rather thin, and there were still traces of tears on his face, making him look pitiful.

She knelt down, gently took the little boy's hand, looked at him, and said tenderly, "Child, what's your name? Are you still scared?"

The little boy looked timidly at Ouyang Yunyao. Feeling the warmth of her palm and her gentle tone, his tense body gradually relaxed, and he whispered, "My name is Shan Yazi."

Ouyang Yunyao didn't find his family, so she asked softly, "Shan Yazi, did you go to the market with your parents? Where are they?"

Shan Yazi shook his head, his voice trembling with tears: "My dad... my dad went to deliver vegetables and told me to wait for him over there." He pointed to the stone steps at the street corner, "Just now, two big dogs tried to steal my steamed buns, and I was so scared... so scared that I ran this way..."

These words were clearly heard by the surrounding people and soldiers, and everyone suddenly realized that it was just a misunderstanding caused by the child being frightened.

Ouyang Yunyao understood. It was indeed no wonder that Qiao Lifu and his group were not to blame. Moreover, it was fortunate that they stopped the carriage in time and the child was not injured.

She gently patted Shan Yazi's back and softly comforted him, "Alright, Shan Yazi, don't be afraid. Be careful of carriages next time you're on the road!"

Ouyang Yunyao stood up and let Xiao Cui, who had come to her side, lead Shan Yazi away. She was about to explain to the blond men.

She then saw a blond man standing next to the prince, reciting her conversation with Shan Yazi in broken English.

Ouyang Yunyao immediately understood. This person must be the translator who had come. He had already heard her and Shan Yazi's conversation, so it seemed that she didn't need to say anything.

After the man finished speaking, Ouyang Yunyao said sarcastically, "Your Highness, you should know that it's not our people who are trying to extort you, right?"

Prince Joliv, now devoid of his initial arrogance, quickly said, "Beautiful lady, I misunderstood. I'm so sorry!"

Seeing his sincere attitude, Ouyang Yunyao's displeasure subsided somewhat. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, you should bring a translator with you when you go out in the future to avoid misunderstandings with our people."

Only then did Ouyang Yunyao ask with great interest, "Where are you from?"