Chapter 83 This Damn Familiarity

"You dare." Yu Bingyue exuded a chilling aura, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

She's just a lowly embroiderer. Does she really think that just because she's hooked up with the young mistress of the Du family, she's qualified to put on airs in front of her?

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Hongluan's oval face turned cold, and she made no attempt to hide her sarcasm: "If you're not satisfied, go ahead and find our boss to discipline me. As long as the boss doesn't give the word, I have the right not to take the order."

Her narrow, fox-like eyes were filled with disgust: "It's just a toy, yet it has the nerve to come out and act all high and mighty. How laughable!"

"You bitch, you're asking for death!" Yu Bingyue was hit where it hurt and immediately slapped Hongluan on the back like lightning.

Just as her hand was about to strike Hongluan's back, an invisible force appeared out of nowhere.

This damn sense of familiarity...

You Bingyue's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand, but it was too late.

She was sent flying backwards as if she had been hit head-on with a huge hammer.

Although she quickly regained her composure due to her experience and tried to dissipate the force in mid-air, she still crashed hard into the wall and slid down it.

Hearing the noise, Hongluan turned around to check and looked back, her face full of question marks.

A moment later, she took a few steps back warily: "I didn't touch you. It's none of my business if you want to hang yourself on the wall. Don't try to scam me!"

Yu Bingyue: "!"

Suppressing the urge to vomit blood, she forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "Yu Zhiyi! I f*** yourself!"

Hongluan's face darkened again: "Have you no shame? You were the one who went to bang your head against the wall, what does that have to do with my sister?"

You Bingyue glared at Hongluan with hatred, then suddenly laughed: "You don't want to make me clothes, do you? I'll make you do it anyway! If you don't meet my standards, you can expect to be demoted to a blank slate embroiderer!"

When Yu Zhiyi came out after hearing the commotion, she happened to hear You Bingyue spouting nonsense.

She wasn't the only one who rushed over after hearing the commotion; guests from other rooms also came.

Upon seeing Yu Zhiyi, You Bingyue's hatred intensified: "I knew it! Where did a mere embroiderer get the courage to challenge me? Turns out it's the master here."

Yu Zhiyi frowned, about to correct this statement, when she heard Hongluan say, "Yes, yes, I have a master backing me up, so I dare to act recklessly. What about you? You don't dare, is it because you don't want to? Or is it that the person who can back you up is afraid to show up right now?"

Yu Zhiyi shook her head helplessly.

She knew that Hongluan was referring to Du Ziheng.

Even before she learned that Du Ziheng had a lover before his marriage, Hongluan cursed him relentlessly through gritted teeth.

However, she guessed wrong today. The one backing You Bingyue now is no longer Du Ziheng, but the Carefree Prince.

No matter how much the Prince of Xiaoyao embarrasses himself, he is still a legitimate first-rank prince. If he really holds a grudge against Hongluan, then Hongluan will be in danger.

Thinking about it, she decided to shift the focus of You Bingyue's attacks.

However, before she could speak, You Bingyue automatically shifted her target: "Yu Zhiyi, all you can do is use those weird and cryptic tricks to cheat."

As the saying goes, enemies are especially hostile when they meet. As soon as she saw Yu Zhiyi, she couldn't control her anger and hostility.

Her act of saving the emperor!

Afterwards, she carefully recalled the details of that night and finally came to a conclusion: Yu Zhiyi had foreseen that she would be in trouble that night, that there would be an assassin, and that she, You Bingyue, would make a great contribution. So she used dirty tricks to control the Prince of Xiaoyao and make him lose his composure.

In this way, both the carefree king and she were eliminated.

Then this cunning woman naturally stole the credit for saving the emperor!

"Those who praise you are truly blind. What else can you do besides these petty tricks? Can these petty tricks manage a household or help the Du family make money?"

The love triangle between Young Master Du and the two women has become a topic of conversation among the upper echelons of the capital. Many people in the room know of You Bingyue's existence and that she has transformed Du Ziheng's bookstore into a highly sought-after reading haven after taking over the business.

"Although You Bingyue is just a peasant girl, she is really remarkable. There are long queues at the Nanfeng Bookstore over there every day."

"A bookstore with so many customers must be making a fortune!"

"In that case, she is indeed capable. As for this young mistress Du, although everyone says she can predict the future and see a person's life at a glance, and can also bring good fortune and avoid misfortune, how could a woman confined to the inner quarters have such abilities? Even the masters of Tianyin Temple and Master Qingyun of Longhu Mountain wouldn't dare say they have such abilities!"

As the saying goes, "hearing is believing, and seeing is believing." Although there are many people in this world who simply parrot what others say, how can questioning someone not also be considered parroting?

They all saw the popularity of Nanfeng Bookstore, but they hadn't seen a single bit of Yu Zhiyi's abilities.

Although Hongluan had not deeply experienced Yu Zhiyi's abilities, the last incident made her vaguely aware of her sister's unusual nature. She immediately put her hands on her hips, ready to confront those who questioned her.

You Bingyue watched coldly: "As expected, the eyes of the masses are discerning."

Hongluan's eyes flickered as she re-examined this woman who wasn't even a mistress.

Although the onlookers had never heard this phrase before, they recognized it as a compliment to their discerning eye, and their skepticism immediately intensified.

Hongluan then snapped out of her astonishment and was about to speak.

Yu Zhiyi patted her shoulder: "Rest for a while and have some water."

"What? You know you're in the wrong, so you don't dare ask your sisters to stand up for you?" You Bingyue said with a mocking expression.

Yu Zhiyi shook her head: "I just feel it's unnecessary. Look over there..."

She pointed to the open window: "Nanfeng Bookstore is almost smashed up, and you, the manager, still have the mind to make clothes here?"

Linfeng Pavilion is not far from Nanfeng Academy. If you open the south-facing window, you can see the bookstore.

At that time, there was a chaotic scene outside Nanfeng Bookstore, with some people already leading the charge in banging on the door.

You Bingyue's expression changed, and she glared fiercely at Yu Zhiyi: "It was you who did this!"

Yu Zhiyi scoffed: "Don't assume everyone is as boring as you. The bookstore's closure won't benefit me at all, so why would I do it? On the contrary, two-thirds of the bookstore's profits will go into the Prime Minister's treasury's total revenue. I can collect hundreds or thousands of dollars without doing anything, and it will make the elders in my family happy... Why would I go through all that trouble?"

After hearing You Bingyue's words, the onlookers also suspected that Yu Zhiyi was behind it, but after hearing her words, they also felt that they made a lot of sense.

Yes, any housewife with a brain wouldn't throw money away for nothing.

What? The one making money is your husband's mistress?

Wouldn't that be better?

Even the wages were saved.

Hongluan's eyes were practically overflowing with schadenfreude: "If I were you, I would have gone down to deal with the trouble long ago, instead of shirking responsibility here."

Yu Zhiyi didn't speak, but couldn't help nodding in agreement.