My wife is a witch princess.

……

Several bicycles were leaning to one side on the ground, a Shaxian snack shop was packed with customers, and steaming oden was being served in front of the shop.

Lin Xiali, clutching a broken broom, her face dirty, limped along the unfamiliar street. Her large, pointed hat fell to the sidewalk, gathering dust, and her chest heaved with rapid breathing.

Just now... it really didn't take off.

Not only did it fail to take off, it also took a solid fall.

She looked down at her torn stockings and calves, her fingertips twirling as she silently chanted a spell, but the pain in her chest and legs persisted. She could no longer sense the magic she once knew so well, and the unpleasant feeling of hunger filled her mind as she lost the magic that sustained her life.

She touched the small pocket of her bra; the spot where she kept her gold coins was empty, presumably lost when she climbed over the iron gate.

I have no money, so I can't buy anything.

Stealing is not my style.

She wanted to ask for help, at least to find out who the king was, but most people avoided her, only glancing at her out of the corner of their eye.

Sure enough, the silver-haired witch, a jinx, is unwelcome everywhere she goes.

Lin Xiali thought so as always. Her peach lips were pursed into a straight line, her eyes were cold, and the dust on her face could not hide her aura of keeping people at a distance.

Having lived for nearly a hundred years, this witch, who is rather slow-witted in some ways, is completely unaware that the problem might lie in her unapproachable aura.

The silly witch has never been popular.

She held the broken broom in her arms, bent down to pick up her hat, but the movement pulled on her injured leg again, causing her to stagger and lose her balance.

Ouch, my leg...it hurts so much.

An elderly man in a security guard uniform couldn't bear it and stepped forward to help her pick it up, but Xia Li, who was stumbling, stepped on his instep precisely. The girl was dressed as a witch, and her boots had heels.

That kick really hurt.

Xia Li realized she was wrong, and a sense of apology welled up in her heart.

But having been addressed as "Witch Princess" for so long, her tone and aura remained unchanged, carrying an arrogant and commanding tone... She accidentally uttered two words.

"Apologize."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he froze in shock.

The old man clutched his foot, clearly stunned. He looked helplessly at the fierce-looking but flustered silver-haired girl and subconsciously replied, "I...I'm sorry, young lady, did I bother you?"

The old man had a good temper and didn't pay much attention to his strange words and attitude.

Xia Li paused, then added two more words, her tone still carrying a hint of strangeness, "I want to apologize."

The old man was stunned. "Then...then apologize?"

"sorry."

"It's ok."

I have a few questions for you.

Her tone was flat and monotone.

"You... no, you're asking?"

"Who is the king here? What place is this? What year is it?"

"King? Young lady, there is no king in the Republic. This is the Xia Kingdom, the 21st century. Are you... a foreigner?"

What kind of people are "foreigners"?

Lin Xiali wondered to herself if this foreigner was edible, like almonds.

Chapter 2 Lin Xia Li, the Chatting Genius

Song Che scratched Bruce's chin, put away the gold coins, and felt much better.

This extra money should last until next month.

Fortunately, Lin Xiali wasn't there. She clearly doesn't need to eat, yet she can eat a ton of food. If she were there, she would probably have spent all her money in two days.

Previously, the commission money she had worked so hard to earn was either eaten up by credit or taken to buy some strange and wonderful potions. Because the silver-haired witch was hated by the world, she had to run errands herself every time.

So far, the witch has owed over a thousand gold coins, but has only repaid a thousand copper coins. She can never repay the debt she owes herself in her lifetime!

She's a veritable witch of credit.

Song Che took out the key and turned the old iron gate.

creak-

The residential alleyways blend seamlessly with the rustling of the wind.

As the iron gate closed, the noise suddenly receded, and faces under the lights gradually became clear. Inside the shops, most of the people were neighbors having a meal together, talking about everyday matters. Song Che walked unhurriedly toward the second unit.

The familiar voice in his ear put him at ease; it was just the right feeling.

“Let me tell you, when I found out my son spent 648 yuan on a top-up, I broke his leg.”

"What's that? I'll just break his father's as well."

"Mom, keep your voice down, there are people outside."

"Go to hell, don't call me mom, I'm not your mom."

Song Che smiled slightly and continued walking.

Suddenly, another familiar voice rang out.

"So what kind of people are foreigners...?"

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you. I think you're hungry. I'm not stingy, just tell me what you want to eat."

“I…I never borrow money for food; I have a job to earn money.”

"You still have work?"

"Yes, accept the bounty for the assassination."

What generation are you from?

The old man didn't react for a moment.

"It's murder."

"kill?!"

"Yeah, killing people everywhere."

"And they're still killing everywhere!"

The old man fell silent.

After a moment, the old man took a half step back and said, "Let me tell you, I've practiced kung fu. I can take on two or three people by myself. I can cut my way from Nanhui to Taixi next door without even blinking."

"Don't your eyes get dry if you don't blink?"

pat-

The key fell to the ground from his hand, and Song Che rubbed his eyes.

I'm not sure, I'll think about it some more.

It's so similar, it's uncanny!

Beneath the wide-brimmed magic hat was a cool and aloof face. She had silver hair cascading down her shoulders, wore a tight black bodice with jade-purple cuffs, a gear at her waist, black stockings and a leg ring under her skirt, and held half a broom in her hand.

She was having a pleasant chat with Grandpa Zhang.

The current situation is that Mr. Zhang is completely bewildered by her one-sided conversation.

Lin Xiali kept a cold face and stopped talking, looking like she had killed the conversation.

But only Song Che knew that she was panicking terribly.

Socially inept, she's utterly useless; her evolution is still stuck in the primitive stage.

Conversation is beyond the scope of a witch's knowledge; potions are her only strength. Her language system must be a complete mess right now, like a stroke.

Do you think monkeys and humans can communicate?

Absolutely not!

Song Che touched the still-warm gold coins in his pocket, and then thought about Lin Xia Li's spending speed.

Yes, the police will arrange her meals.

This matter has nothing to do with me.

I can never work for that evil witch again in my life!

He tiptoed around to the side, preparing to sneak away.

“Song Che, no, aren’t you dead? I cremated you myself…”

A cool, clear voice rang out, carrying a hint of confirmation.

"I……"

I was wondering why I was a little hot when I was about to die; that's because I was burned before I was completely dead.

"Excuse me, you've mistaken me for someone else."

He turned to leave, but was stopped by Grandpa Zhang.

“Song Che, she just… seemed to have called your name.”

Did you call out?

"Song Che, why have you become younger? Why doesn't this have any magic?"

She spoke a little more when facing Song Che, but her tone remained cold and flat.

"What magic? After the Republic of China era, they weren't allowed to become spirits."

How do I get back?

"Go find the police, they will take you home, or find a hilltop during a thunderstorm and raise your magic wand."

Lin Xiali stood with her legs straight, raising a stick to hit Song Che on the head.