Duke Zhen Country Mansion, in front of the gate.
The carriage slowly came to a halt.
Xie Jingchen helped Su Jin down from the carriage.
Stepping over the threshold, they saw the maids and servants whispering.
Xingxing perked up her ears, barely catching a few words: thick-skinned...
Seeing Su Jin approach, not only did the maids and servants fall silent, but they also worked even more diligently, doing their tasks with extraordinary care.
Do they think pretending will make things okay?
Xingxing glared at them one by one.
Su Jin's accumulated prestige was longstanding, and Xingxing was no less.
Her glare had quite an impact, scaring the maids and servants into wanting to smack themselves.
Why did they have to talk so much?
What business was it of theirs that Marquis Dongxiang named his bandit brothers the Flying Tiger Army?
They're minding the affairs of court ministers with their servant's monthly wages.
Qihao Hall.
