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"Excuse me, madam, but have you mistaken me for someone else?" Qing Luan blinked her innocent big eyes and said pitifully, "My name is Qing Luan, but my surname is Zhu!"
"Zhu?" Huang's teeth clenched at the sound of that name. "How dare you change your surname! Just because you say you're a Zhu doesn't mean I'll let you off the hook!" This damned little wretch—why was she still alive when everyone in the village had perished back then?
"I..." With a soft tone and timid gaze, Qing Luan transformed from someone who had been smiling into a figure of utter helplessness, her face full of innocence and sorrow.
"Shut up!" Huang had no intention of giving her a chance to speak. She turned to Gui Mama and ordered, "Take her away."
"Where are you taking me?" What a grand spectacle this was! Qing Luan mocked inwardly, but her face maintained an expression of innocence and pity. "I don't want to go, please...," she cried out in terror, drawing the attention of many.
"This lady," Sister Yun, dressed in a red yellow skirt, swayed her hips and leaned gracefully against the staircase on the second floor. She glanced at Huang and asked coolly, "No matter who you are, shouldn't you at least ask me before taking away someone who belongs to me?" Oh, she really thought highly of herself.
"Who are you?" Huang frowned in disgust at the seductive woman before her. It was a woman's disdain for another woman without any reason.
In truth, someone like Sister Yun would typically be categorized as a mother figure, but her allure seemed ingrained in her very being—there was nothing vulgar about it. Her ethereal quality was something others could not imitate, which sparked much jealousy and envy.
"I am the Boss of Jade Pavilion," Sister Yun replied leisurely, as if chatting with an acquaintance about the lovely weather.
"You little girl, how much do you want for her? Name your price," Huang sneered at her dismissively. A merchant's daughter dared to challenge her? She better be careful; wealth could lead to danger.
Tightly held by Gui Mama's grip, Qing Luan secretly shook her head at Sister Yun and then cried out in despair, "I don't want to go! Boss, please don't sell me!"
"Boss, Qing Luan hasn't done anything wrong! You can't sell her!" The onlookers immediately pleaded for mercy upon seeing the commotion.
Watching the small girls joining in the uproar, Sister Yun wore a helpless smile while thinking: My ladies have no weak soldiers; these little girls certainly know how to make a fuss. "I never said I was selling anyone. Why are you all so anxious?" Were they just looking for more excitement?
"You won't sell her?" Huang was taken aback, feeling that she had lost face. Coldly, she asked, "Are you trying to oppose the Prime Minister's Residence?"
"Haha..." Sister Yun chuckled lightly as she approached, looking at Qing Luan, who was being held by someone. She smiled and said, "Madam, I have no idea how my maid offended you. How could I sell her? Besides, all the maids in Jade Pavilion have contracts; even if you take her away, it wouldn't matter, right?"
"She is from Chen Residence and doesn't need any contract," Damn it, what is going on?
"Does a maid really require such a fuss from Madam Chen?" Her tone was light, clearly disregarding the anger directed at her.
"What maid? She is my Fourth Miss of the Chen Family," Gui Mama chimed in while still holding onto Qing Luan.
"Oh? The Fourth Miss of Chen Residence is being dragged around by an old woman like you? Who would believe that?" A young girl nearby, dressed similarly to Qing Luan, scoffed disdainfully. "If you want to take Qing Luan away from here, you'd better check if the owner agrees!"
"Exactly! Didn't they say that the Fourth Miss of Chen Residence died five years ago? How come she's suddenly pointed out to be here?" People upstairs who recognized Huang began to whisper among themselves, but their voices were loud enough for those downstairs to hear due to the sheer number of them.
"Haha, Madam Chen, this girl has been with me for many years. Jade Pavilion relies on her; if you take her away, what am I supposed to do?" Sister Yun didn't directly refuse but also didn't agree. A calculating smile appeared on her lips, which Huang ignored.
"One hundred taels of silver," Huang said dismissively. A merchant is a merchant; all she thought about was silver. Hmph, one hundred taels could buy dozens of laborers. Buying this one girl was already giving her face.
Initially, she thought it would be impossible for her to offer even a single coin, but now that so many people were watching—many of whom were familiar with their official wives and young ladies—she couldn't be too forceful and had to resort to throwing money at them.
"One hundred taels?" Sister Yun blinked and hesitated for a moment before nervously saying, "Qing Luan earns me eight thousand or ten thousand taels a day at Jade Pavilion. How could I possibly sell her to you for just one hundred taels?" She wasn't exaggerating; the young ladies and madams had indeed been eager to spend money these past few days because of her.
"What?" Huang was immediately dumbfounded upon hearing this. This Chen Qingluan had such great ability? Hmph, this person absolutely cannot stay here; if anyone is going to earn money, it must be for the Chen Family and Huang Family—not for someone else. "Are you not planning to let her go?"
"Haha, Madam Chen, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you; it's just that you've really mistaken the person," Sister Yun seized the opportunity and smiled as she advised, "Your Fourth Miss has long been dead. She is my maid and has been with me for many years now. If you don't believe me, just ask her!"
"Let go of me," after struggling free from Gui Mama's grip, Qing Luan ran behind Sister Yun and hid, then angrily said, "I am not some Fourth Miss; you have mistaken me for someone else."
"Sister," at that moment, a clear voice interrupted the commotion, and everyone's gaze turned to the doorway.
"Sister, what happened to you?" Tide rushed over upon sensing the tense atmosphere and accidentally noticed her wrist was completely red. With tears welling in her eyes, she asked, "Sister, who bullied you?"
Uh-oh, this was turning into quite the spectacle!
"She is your sister?" Huang asked skeptically. Could it really be such a coincidence? They looked alike, had the same name, and only differed by their surname—she couldn't believe it.
"Of course," Tide replied proudly, tilting her head. "Not only do I have a sister, but I also have a brother. If you bully my sister, I will definitely have my brother beat you up." The childish remark served as the perfect cover.
"Could I really be wrong?" Huang murmured to herself, losing some of her earlier arrogance.
"Madam Chen, these two are biological sisters. They also have a brother who came to the capital with me to make a living, so she is definitely not the Fourth Miss you mentioned," Sister Yun explained gently. Then she turned to Tide and said, "Take your sister downstairs to apply some medicine. Qing Luan, you should go home and rest today."
"Thank you, Boss," Qing Luan timidly glanced at Huang before taking Tide's hand and quickly leaving.
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