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"No," Zhao Yun said with a silly grin, "Heh, that guy is such a fool, falling for Sister Qing Luan's trick. Hmph, let's see if he gets beaten up when he goes back." It was laughable that he could understand the situation while that person remained oblivious.
"Look at you so amused," Qing Luan chuckled as she gave him a light tap, then turned to A-Song and said, "Since you've been with us at the docks these days, I suspect they won't let this go easily!" She had another layer of concern in her heart; why had that person targeted Zhao Yun? She believed Zhao Yun wouldn't cause trouble. They had a Blood Feud to settle and wouldn't provoke anyone without reason.
What worried her was that they might have been watching Zhao Yun all along, which explained the earlier scene—no matter what happened, having A-Song around made her feel a bit more secure.
"Yes," A-Song replied without hesitation, maintaining his demeanor as a bodyguard.
"Miss," Plain Grandmother said, seeing that Zhao Yun hadn't suffered any loss, her worries eased slightly. However, after some thought, she asked in confusion, "Isn't what you're doing too risky? If they don't buy it, won't you end up having to purchase all those fish?" They couldn't even finish what one large restaurant would serve, let alone them.
Looking up at the sky, Qing Luan's lips curled into an inscrutable smile as she turned to Plain Grandmother and said, "For them, all those fish are a burden; for me, it's a good thing... Winter is coming; we'll have plenty to do!" Her words were laden with meaning, leaving Plain Grandmother and the others dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.
Busy? What could they possibly be busy with?
Before they had time to ponder this question, trouble arrived.
Looking at the group before her, Qing Luan tilted her head in confusion and poked A-Song. "Why don't you go ask them what they're here for? Are they delivering fish?"
Taking on the role of the frontliner, A-Song approached expressionlessly. Staring at the baskets of fresh fish, he asked in a deep voice, "My lady wants to know what brings you here!" His tone was laced with unmistakable threat.
A-Song was impressive! Qing Luan silently applauded him in her heart while maintaining an innocent and bewildered expression on her face, like a lost fawn that tugged at people's heartstrings.
The visitors were the same group they had encountered at the docks that morning, including Zheng Xinran, who had been duped. At this moment, his face was darkened with anger and resentment, lacking the arrogance he had displayed earlier.
"Hmph," Zheng Xinran scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at the person before him. "Tell your family to come speak to me; I have no interest in talking to servants!"
"My family has no servants," A-Song retorted bluntly.
It was classic. Qing Luan found A-Song's serious demeanor amusing, but it wasn't the right time to laugh out loud, so she stifled her chuckles instead. She thought A-Song was quite teachable—he always listened to her and Plain Grandmother's nagging. Here, however, it didn't matter who was the master or servant; everyone had the same needs. A-Song was more adaptable, but Plain Grandmother insisted on her role as a servant, which frustrated her. She hadn't expected A-Song to come up with such a response, which pleased her greatly.
Zhao Yun and the others stifled their laughter, not daring to be too boisterous. Under Qing Luan's indifferent gaze, they declared themselves defeated and retreated to a corner to doodle.
Zheng Xinran was taken aback by such treatment and felt quite displeased. After failing to gain favor and being reprimanded instead, his anger was about to explode. With a scowl on his face, he shouted, "My father said we don't want these fish; they're sold to you!" The implication was clear: whether you wanted them or not, it was my father's command.
Plain Grandmother was furious upon hearing this but merely clenched her fists in silent protest. A-Song remained expressionless, not even furrowing his brow. As for the other children, they were intimidated by Qing Luan's glare and hid away in silence, afraid to utter a word—Qing Luan would not allow them to act recklessly in such a serious situation.
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