After returning to her room, Song Qingying was furious at Bai Zhi'er, wishing she could tear her handkerchief to shreds!
"What's so great about her? She's just a merchant, refusing to lend a dress and being so disrespectful."
Song Qingying gritted her teeth in anger.
The maid, however, urged her to calm down.
"Miss, there's no need to be angry with her. Right now, Madam and Master rely on their group, so let's not provoke her."
"Besides, at tomorrow's birthday banquet, surely someone else will deal with her. You just need to enjoy the show, Miss."
Song Qingying raised her eyebrows and glanced sideways at the maid: "Someone will deal with her? Who?"
The maid poured her a cup of tea: "It's naturally Princess Dewan from the Yan Country! She's quite a fiery person."
"A few days ago, didn't you ask me to look into the backgrounds of these people, Miss? I went to the docks to inquire."
