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Just as Xin'er and the others were lost in their thoughts, a voice filled with indignation rang out, coinciding with the throw of a teacup.
"You bunch of dog servants, come back here! Do you think I'm a tiger fallen to the ground, bullied by dogs? Do you know who I am? If you don’t obediently return, be careful that I won’t skin you alive and leave you unable to eat or walk!"
The woman's voice was furious and sharp, stirring anger in those who heard it.
Xiao Huan, standing nearby, immediately furrowed her brows. Without a second thought, she rushed into the room and confronted the woman inside, hands on her hips as she began to scold her.
"How can you be so arrogant? Even though our master saved you, you can't take yourself too seriously! We have been nothing but polite to you, yet you act so haughty!"
Xiao Huan was known for speaking her mind; she was straightforward but genuine.
At that moment, Xiao Huan could no longer hold back her frustration. Ever since the woman had woken up, she had tolerated everything. However, this girl was acting like a madwoman—so brazenly throwing things around that she nearly injured both herself and Xin'er. Thus, Xiao Huan stormed into the room and began to scold her without hesitation.
Hearing this, the woman was instantly enraged. Mimicking Xiao Huan, she placed her hands on her hips while lying on the bed, ready to retort. Just then, Xin'er heard the commotion escalating and rushed in to pull the furious Xiao Huan back, speaking gently.
"Xiao Huan, stop it."
"Xin'er, you don't understand how arrogant this woman is!"
Xiao Huan's face flushed with anger as she pointed at the woman still lounging on the bed.
Following Xiao Huan's gaze, Xin'er looked into the room. Although small in size, it was well-equipped with everything needed.
Five wooden beds were lined up side by side, complete with pillows and blankets. On one of the beds sat a woman with her arms crossed over her chest.
Before her stood a woman in her twenties, with black hair cascading like a waterfall down to her waist. Her face was free of makeup, yet her features were strikingly beautiful.
At that moment, the woman's dark eyebrows arched high, exuding an air of arrogance and confidence.
Her apricot eyes sparkled with anger, making anyone who looked at her feel a sense of trepidation.
Her elegant nose was slightly raised, and below it, her red lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, revealing her displeasure.
She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, but the fury in her demeanor gave her an intimidating presence that was far from inviting.
As Xin'er assessed the woman on the bed, the woman was also scrutinizing her in return.
The newcomer appeared to be of similar age to herself.
Dressed in white garments as pure as snow, with silky black hair tied into two thick braids draping over her shoulders, the girl exuded an air of simplicity and innocence.
Her face was exquisitely sculpted like white jade, radiating beauty.
What captivated the eye most were her strikingly beautiful eyes.
They were distinctively black and white, resembling a pair of stunning black agates—truly mesmerizing.
Within them flowed an ethereal purity and clarity that evoked a sense of compassion in those who gazed upon them.
Upon seeing this enchanting young girl before her, the woman on the bed narrowed her angry eyes slightly, a flicker of jealousy crossing her gaze.
After all, she despised women who were more beautiful than herself!
"Who are you!?"
The woman's red lips parted as she directly questioned Xin'er.
The pair of scrutinizing Apricot Eyes landed rather rudely on Xin'er.
The woman's demeanor exuded an air of superiority, as if she were a person of high status, looking down on everyone else around her.
This behavior was truly unbearable.
Xiao Huan, witnessing this, felt a surge of anger. It was one thing for others to bully her, but how could they dare to bully her Xin'er!?
With that thought, Xiao Huan's fury reignited. She was about to confront the woman when Xin'er grabbed her arm.
"Xiao Huan..."
Xin'er turned, her pleading gaze urging Xiao Huan to calm down. Upon seeing that look in Xin'er's clear eyes, any anger Xiao Huan felt dissipated like smoke.
"Fine, you go ahead."
Xiao Huan sighed helplessly.
She understood that Xin'er had a good temperament; no matter what others said or did to her, she would always respond with a smile.
So, Xiao Huan fell silent and stood quietly to the side.
Seeing this, Xin'er smiled at both Xiao Huan and Yingying before turning back to the woman on the bed and speaking softly.
"Miss, my name is Xin'er. I am a girl from this household. Yesterday, my master and I found you fainted by the roadside, and my master had someone bring you back here."
As Xin'er slowly recounted what had happened the previous day, the woman's expression softened slightly. She looked at Xin'er with confusion.
"Oh, so it was your master who saved me? Then tell me, where is this place? Who is your master?"
"This is Shangjing Lengfu."
"Shangjing Lengfu!? Cold!?"
Hearing Xin'er’s words, the woman furrowed her brows and murmured to herself, as if deep in thought.
After all, in the Celestial Yuan Dynasty, the surname Leng was exclusive to the royal family. From her understanding of the Celestial Yuan Dynasty, aside from the emperor and a few princes, there were only a handful of Young Masters with the surname Cold.
This woman referred to Cold Manor, rather than Cold Manor, indicating that this should be the residence of a Young Master.
However, she had no idea which Young Master of the Celestial Yuan Dynasty this residence belonged to.
With this thought in mind, the woman opened her mouth to ask.
"What is your master's name?"
Although it was phrased as a question, her tone was anything but polite.
Xiao Huan, standing nearby, grew angry upon hearing this.
"Is our master's name something that can be casually shared with others?!"
"Hmph! If I were to know your master's name, it would be his fortune! Others might want me to ask, but I wouldn't even bother!"
The woman crossed her arms and raised her chin high. This time, not only was Xiao Huan infuriated, but even Xin'er, who usually had a good temper, couldn't help but frown slightly.
After all, no matter what others said about her, she didn't mind. However, this woman before her was so arrogant and looked down on them; it was truly infuriating.
Thus, this time, Xin'er chose to remain silent.
Seeing this reaction, Red Lips pouted slightly, showing signs of displeasure.
After all, throughout her life, there had been no one who did not treat her with respect and flattery.
But now, she truly felt like a tiger fallen into a valley being bullied by dogs; even these little maids could disregard her. It was simply outrageous!
With this thought in mind, the woman seemed to recall something and let out a disdainful snort. Then she feigned realization and said with an exaggerated "Oh," as if she had just come to an epiphany.
"I see, you don't want to tell me your master's name because you're afraid of what I might find out!? Or does your master have some unspeakable secret that you don't want anyone to know? Oh, wait, is it because he's 'Cold'? I think I've heard someone mention a 'Cold' rich man in Capital City. Although he's a Tianyuan Tycoon, he's actually an old man over sixty, and he looks incredibly hideous—eyes like a rat, a nose like a garlic bulb, and a mouth like a blood basin. He's even scarier than Mother Yasha! Even three-year-old children would cry and have nightmares just from seeing him! Could it be that such an ugly person is your master? Is that why you dare not speak his name?"
The woman crossed her arms and continued to embellish what she knew.
In truth, she said this to deliberately provoke the two women, yet she was unaware that she had only hit the mark halfway.
As the woman spoke, Xiao Huan and Xin'er beside her genuinely became angry.
Especially Xin'er.
She could tolerate others saying anything about her, but she would not allow anyone to speak ill of Xuan.
What outsiders said about Xuan was merely slander spread by malicious people; the reality was entirely different.
Her Xuan was nothing like what this woman described!
Thinking of this, Xin'er immediately furrowed her brows and spoke up against the woman.
"That's not how it is! Our master is not..."
"Haha, look at how nervous you are! Did I really guess right!? Besides, I'm not talking about you when I mention your master. Why are you so concerned? Could it be that you have some unspeakable relationship with him? Tsk tsk tsk, but I can't blame you. Looking like that, it's surprising you can stand it. Your master is quite ugly; doesn't that disgust you?"
At this point, the woman looked at Xin'er with a face full of disdain, as if Xin'er were carrying a virus.
Seeing this, Xin'er's face turned red with anger, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
On the side, Xiao Huan noticed that Xin'er was being bullied and intended to step forward to argue with the woman again.
The woman merely crossed her arms, looking as proud as a peacock who had already won.
However, just as the three were at a standstill, a low and hoarse voice suddenly rang out from outside the door—
"Xin'er, are you in there?"
The voice was seven parts magnetic and three parts seductive, truly captivating and melodious.
Upon hearing this, the three people in the room were momentarily stunned. Then, Xiao Huan's face lit up with pride, Xin'er wore a look of joy, while the woman's expression turned to one of surprise.
However, their gazes quickly shifted toward the door as the man's voice continued to resonate.
It was noon, and the sunlight outside was brilliant.
The golden rays of sunlight poured in gently through the slightly open Carved Wooden Door, illuminating the entire room.
At that moment, a tall man stepped into the room, walking briskly against the backdrop of sunlight.
Although he faced away from the light, the golden rays seemed to coat him in a layer of shimmering brilliance.
With his tall and upright figure and ink-black hair, he appeared as if a celestial being had descended, exuding an air of nobility!
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