Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The person on the bed was sleeping soundly. Qin'er cautiously walked in and, seeing that her mistress was still deeply asleep, pursed her lips and thought for a moment before softly calling out, "Miss, the Chen Family is here, waiting downstairs..."
"Mm..." Although Qin'er's voice was quite soft, it was enough to wake Qing Luan from her light slumber. "Qin'er, let them wait. Don't forget the rules of Jade Pavilion... Hmm, just tell them that Boss says I'm slacking off and am being punished," she replied, feeling pleased with herself for having had a good sleep. After all, she hadn't called them over; letting them wait was already a concession.
Qin'er twitched the corners of her mouth and replied quietly, "Alright, I'll let Sister Yun know." Sigh, her mistress's cunning was getting sharper; she could even lie with her eyes half-closed.
Boss punishing her? She was Boss herself! If that Boss were to punish her for sleeping, she would gladly accept it—if Qing Luan found out about this, Qin'er would be in trouble. Qing Luan would probably make her do nothing but eat and sleep. In less than a month, she'd be as plump as a pig ready for market.
As Qing Luan continued to enjoy her sweet dreams, those downstairs were in for a rough time. Huang had brought a group of people with him, but they were all stopped by the staff of Jade Pavilion.
Men were not allowed inside, so only Huang Shi and Chen Yan'er could enter along with a few elderly women. However, this time there was someone unusual among them—a White-Haired Elder. Everyone present, including Huang, treated her kindly and seemed to listen to her words. This made Sister Yun alert; she quietly instructed the nearby young girl to inform Qing Luan just in case the visitors had significant status that might catch her off guard.
"Bring out all your best items," Huang commanded. Although she had been to Jade Pavilion several times, she had never properly observed or purchased anything. So she arrogantly shouted as if expecting everyone to fawn over her. She enjoyed that feeling but was mistaken about Jade Pavilion.
"Madam," a clever and charming young woman approached with a perfect smile and said in just the right tone, "Everything in Jade Pavilion is of the highest quality. Please feel free to browse; if you find something you like, I will wrap it up for you... However, Jade Pavilion only accepts cash; no debts allowed!"
She acted haughty in front of them but looked rather old doing so. Hmph, bullying the mistress—let's see how they retaliate against her...
"What do you mean?" Chen Yan'er immediately revealed her underlying inferiority upon hearing those words and angrily exclaimed, "Are you saying we have no money?" How dare a mere maid mock them! It was clear that Jade Pavilion would not tolerate such behavior.
"Miss, I am merely stating the rules of the establishment to avoid any misunderstandings later," the clever young woman maintained her expression and kept a polite smile on her face while delivering words that could make one spit blood. "Jade Pavilion does not offer delivery services either!"
Sister Yun stood by watching with great interest. Heh heh, these girls were all trained by the mistress herself; if they were too incompetent, they wouldn't have stayed here. So she never worried about these girls being bullied. Heh heh, if they weren't bullies themselves, that would be considered their kindness.
However, given the situation today, Little Luo seemed to be looking for trouble.
It made sense; they had poisoned the young lady and humiliated her. This grudge couldn't be repaid openly, so a more subtle approach was in order—something that would infuriate them to the point of bloodshed while leaving them without a reason to retaliate. Just thinking about it felt satisfying.
"Hmph, what’s there to be proud of for a Merchant's Daughter who sells goods?" Huang thought bitterly, her words dripping with disdain. "This lady Home could easily grab someone of higher status than you!" To be looked down upon by a Merchant's Daughter was a significant insult.
"And what if I have a higher status? Can that fill my stomach?" The response was gentle, with an innocent gaze as if she were asking something completely oblivious, making it hard for anyone to get angry.
The young lady had said that the disdain from others stemmed from jealousy; as long as one held self-respect, that was enough. She would walk her own path and ensure they couldn't even tread on the small roads.
"Mother, why stoop to arguing with a girl? It diminishes your own dignity," Chen Yan'er said haughtily, casting a glance at the girl before helping the elderly woman sit down. In a gentle tone, she added, "Grandmother, please sit here for a moment. I’ll go pick out a gift for you." She loathed this grandmother but knew that no one could suppress Chen Qingluan at this moment; she had no choice but to appease this troublesome old woman.
"Mm!" The old woman nodded arrogantly, yet deep down, her ingrained humility from living in lower circumstances could not be masked by any pretense of nobility.
Chen Xiaode had risen to power thanks to the support of the Zhu Clan. To put it bluntly, Home had once been on the brink of poverty. The Zhu Clan believed he had ambition and thus invested considerable effort into supporting him. They never expected his fate would turn out so miserable, nor that he would bring ruin upon his three daughters.
That old woman was Chen Xiaode's mother. Having lived in a state of humble admiration for so long, her fate suddenly changed due to her son's success, leading to an inflated sense of pride and a somewhat twisted character. Take the Zhu Clan for instance; they didn’t think their son’s rise to power was due to their efforts but rather believed that a Merchant's Daughter was unworthy of their son’s status as an official. Thus, when the Zhu Clan faced disgrace, they contributed significantly to that downfall.
Huang Shi was perceptive; although she harbored deep resentment towards the Chen Family, she maintained an outward show of filial piety in hopes of gaining their favor in critical moments. The last time the Zhu Clan faced disgrace, the old woman had played a significant role in it; this time, she hoped for something similar—at least Chen Qingluan wouldn’t disregard her reputation for being unfilial.
Sister Yun hadn’t come down at all; she merely leaned against the railing on the third floor, wearing a playful smile as she watched below, wondering how long it would take before Huang and Chen Yan'er would explode—hahaha! Those girls who looked down on Jade Pavilion were just waiting to be taken advantage of!
The young lady had said that any guests who insulted or humiliated them could be charged extra; those additional silver coins would serve as compensation for their emotional distress... Huang was already unpopular and now insulted Little Luo—hahaha! She was eager to see how things unfolded... If only there were a cup of tea and a chair, it would be perfect.
"What?" Sister Yun thought for a moment before a surprised voice rang out, "This Buddhist bead costs a thousand taels of silver?" Huang held the smooth bead in hand, thinking about how much the Chen Family would like it, so he casually asked how much it was, not expecting it to be so expensive...
"Yan'er, go bring it to Grandmother," the Chen Family was sharp-eyed. Having grown up poor, now that they were wealthy, they wanted to show off. They believed that only a thousand taels of silver could match their status, so they sent Chen Yan'er to fetch it... After all, it wasn't her silver they were spending; no matter the cost, they would take it.
If Qing Luan saw this scene, she would surely comment: "Dogs biting dogs, all for the fur—this fur is silver, and it's mine."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~··
The number of updates today is still uncertain; I will notify you later, but it won't be less than seven chapters... Thanks to 11in88, 1Nan Yan1, and Lin Lin30 for their gold medals, and thank you to Mu Yue0220 for the bouquet... Today there will be a big update, so those with gold medals can throw them in; those without can send some gifts. Lazy is waiting!
Comment 0 Comment Count