At Freya's suggestion, Wang Xiaole went to a clothing store and bought the clothes he needed before preparing to leave the store. Just as he was about to step out the door, he heard the distressed voice of a shop assistant.

"Excuse me, sir, please don't act this way, we are quite troubled..."

Upon hearing the barely audible first half of the sentence, Wang Xiaole felt that a troublesome customer had come into the store and was doing something unpleasant to the shop assistant.

Dibiles was like his country, and thus, anyone in the city, no matter who, could be considered his subjects.

Since the subjects needed help, as a superior, he naturally had the obligation to go and alleviate their troubles.

With this in mind, Wang Xiaole spun on his heels and turned back towards the direction of the voice.

There, he saw the shop assistant wiping her sweat with a handkerchief and the imagined troublesome customer.

The latter was lying face down on the ground, a deep blue gown covering her ankles, and a red headdress used to secure her hair, looking like a classical dressed maid.

If at this moment there were red liquid flowing on the floor and a grim reaper elementary school detective reasoning nearby, there would be no doubt that this was a crime scene.

However, this was a different world, and the maid lying on the ground was still moving slightly with even breathing.

Taking all this information into consideration, Wang Xiaole deduced that the person was not a victim, but simply a maid who had somehow fallen asleep on the ground for reasons unknown.

No, he had to question if she was really a maid at all.

Since she appeared in a clothing store, it was highly likely that she was just an ordinary girl with some interest in maids' culture.

Why did Wang Xiaole feel certain that she was a girl?

Because in today's Dibiles, one could hardly find a boy.

In that moment, Wang Xiaole inquired about the identity of the woman on the floor, only to hear the shop assistant's response:

"Sir, she came to our store for the first time today, intending to purchase the maid outfit she's wearing;

In the spirit of good service, I asked her to try on the clothes in the fitting room, but she never came out;

Just now, when I opened the fitting room door, she slumped forward and fell straight to the ground, falling asleep on the floor of the store just like that."

From the way she addressed him, it was clear that the shop assistant did not recognize Wang Xiaole's identity, which was not surprising.

During the final battle of the martial arts contest for marriage, although the entire city's residents had gathered to watch, those who were too far away couldn't see his face clearly.

It was likely that the shop assistant was just one of the many spectators who knew of the existence of the prince consort without seeing his face.

Not understanding his status saved a good deal of time.

Therefore, Wang Xiaole, posing as an ordinary customer, was able to gather some basic information from the shop assistant.

The reason the shop assistant was willing to answer clearly was as she later stated:

"Sir, our store has always operated quite smoothly; the situation that occurred today is absolutely just an accident, please don't misunderstand our store because of it."

Business owners cared about the feedback from customers, especially negative information that could harm the store's reputation, so the shop assistant was eager to clarify the situation.

Wang Xiaole could empathize with their situation, and since he came back to help solve the problem, he decided to assist.

Considering that the girl on the floor couldn't be woken up in the short term, Wang Xiaole took out his wallet and told the shop assistant:

"I'll pay for the clothes she intended to buy, you go attend to other customers; as for her, I will take her to the rescue station later."

Being able to have the troublesome customer leave the store without the need to drive away other customers was a relief for the shop assistant.

To express gratitude while also attracting repeat customers, Wang Xiaole increasingly felt that the woman before him was an excellent salesperson.

With that in mind, he dragged the girl away from the scene.

Walking down the street towards the nearest rescue station, halfway through, he heard the girl mumbling sleepily:

"Dizzy, it's so uncomfortable to wake up..."

It seemed that the girl had certain requirements for her sleep quality.

In her mind, it appeared that falling asleep on the cold and flat floor was easier than the current situation.

At that moment, Wang Xiaole turned his head slowly upon hearing the voice;

Meanwhile, due to feeling uncomfortable, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

Swish!

Their eyes met, and in an instant, the mist in the girl's eyes disappeared, replaced by a glint of light.

"Human trafficker?"

Realizing she was not in the store and surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, facing a stranger in front of her, the girl made a judgment that she might have been kidnapped by a criminal.

Are there human traffickers like me in this world?

Like any person suspected of being a bad person, Wang Xiaole's first thought was exactly that.

He regretted misjudging the girl.

Fortunately, her reaction was not typical; instead of screaming or struggling violently, she continued to observe him.

To prevent the girl from changing her attitude from suspicion to certainty, Wang Xiaole turned around and began explaining what had happened earlier.

After the explanation, the girl's attitude did not surprise him;

she merely looked ahead with a questioning gaze and said,

"How do you prove what you said earlier?"

Indeed, it was a world full of mistrust between people.

Girls like Bai Meow who could quickly believe that good people were indeed good were far too rare.

Luckily, Wang Xiaole had anticipated this kind of situation and presented the most convincing evidence on the spot.

Handing the receipt he got after purchasing the maid outfit to the girl, he instructed her to take a good look.

After comparing the store's name and the style of the clothing, the girl believed Wang Xiaole and no longer doubted the fact that he had helped her buy the clothes.

However, the receipt could only prove that Wang Xiaole had paid; it couldn't prove that he was a good person, nor could it explain his intention of taking the girl out of the store.

"I know now. You saw me asleep and decided to take advantage of the situation, disguising it as helping others, to take me to your home, and then... and then..."

To Wang Xiaole, the words that reached his ears were unacceptable accusations, so he automatically filtered them out.

Seeing the girl's dark hair, he realized she was not a local, and in a soft voice, he began introducing himself:

"I am the prince consort of Dibiles. Although my title contains the word 'consort,' I am still a girl; judging by gender, how could I possibly harm you?"

"Weren't you once a man? Perhaps you've become ambidextrous in your hunting range. "

At this remark, Wang Xiaole's gaze changed, and even his voice seemed different, carrying a hint of wariness:

"How do you know about that kind of thing?"

"From what I can tell, although I may not judge the good or bad in others, I can see clearly the secrets that ordinary people cannot."

At that moment, Wang Xiaole realized that the girl was no ordinary person, and his guard against her further heightened.

Meanwhile, in the girl's mind, she began to contemplate:

So, he is Wang Xiaole, the person I've been looking for.

The girl came to Dibiles to find the country's prince consort and was instructed to stay by his side by her master.

The girl's master was named Charley!

Concerning her employer behind the scenes, she wouldn't reveal more information than necessary.

Following this, she delicately crossed her ankles and lifted her skirt slightly, gesturing to Wang Xiaole:

"From today onwards, I will be your personal maid; my name is Qiuyan, please take care of me in the future."

The sudden decision caught Wang Xiaole off guard, and based on her knowledge of his secret, he couldn't get too close to Qiuyan.

Without much psychological preparation and wary of Qiuyan, Wang Xiaole promptly declined the girl's offer of employment.

He hoped for a straightforward answer from Qiuyan, but only heard a sigh:

"Huff, huff, huff."

"You can fall asleep while standing... Wake up, wake up!"

Shouting in Qiuyan's ear and shaking her frail body, Wang Xiaole eventually managed to wake her up a short while later.

"Ha-ah-ah-yawn, is the lecture over? Then, master, shall we go back."

"Go back where?"

"Back to our home."

"Hold on! That's my home, not yours! There's no need to change how you address me, I have no intention of hiring you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Okay... I won't insist! If the master says 'I like you' in front of me later, I won't bother you anymore."

Qiuyan's willingness to give up was way faster than Wang Xiaole had imagined.

Even though Wang Xiaole was unaware of the girl's thought process, he had no reason to reject the proposal that would allow him to be free from the situation.

"If you want me to say it? Fine, I'll say it now."

"No, no, no, there's no rush, please wait a moment, and speak after the countdown ends."

"Is that necessary?"

"Three, two..."

With the countdown starting, Wang Xiaole had no choice but to cooperate to achieve the result of obtaining his freedom.

"One, zero..."

"I like you!"

The voice was neither loud nor soft, and devoid of any emotion, yet as Wang Xiaole uttered those words, he felt a wave of relief.

Finally, the trouble caused by his moment of kindness was resolved.

As Wang Xiaole prepared to get the final confirmation and ask Qiuyan whether the promise held, a voice came from behind him.

"Stare~~~~~"

The voice sounded familiar, and curious, Wang Xiaole turned back to see a person standing behind him, dressed in a cat-shaped puppet costume.