"No problem, the lady is new here. My daughter can accompany her for a stroll and act as a guide." Mrs. Zhang pretended not to hear Qiu Yan's refusal and insisted on leaving her daughter behind, then left first.
Qiu Yan looked at the timid and meek "Miss Zhang" and was so angry that she didn't know what to say.
"You can go now. I don't need anyone to accompany me, nor do I need a guide."
She wasn't foolish. Why leave a young and beautiful girl at the mansion? Was this a test for Zhao Minglang?
"Please, madam, take me in. I'll do whatever you want, just don't send me away. If I can't stay at the Governor Mansion, I'll be beaten to death as soon as I step out."
Who would have thought that Miss Zhang would kneel directly in front of Qiu Yan, crying uncontrollably.
"What's going on?"
The title "Miss Zhang" was wrong; ladies from decent families wouldn't call themselves such.
