At this time, there was a quarrel outside the door.

"Cui'er, what's wrong with you? Where's the charcoal I asked you to get from the Shanggong Bureau?"

The maid named Cui'er, wearing a light grey cotton coat, had disdain in her eyes and eyebrows. "Sister Rong, the people in the Shanggong Bureau always treat people differently based on their status. Do you still think our master is the former favored Fu Chenghui? I don't have the ability to get this charcoal fire. If you have that ability, go by yourself."

The person being criticized was named Peirong and Lingyun, both of whom were brought from home by the original owner to serve.

Peirong has a hot temper and never tolerates any injustice, while Lingyun is thoughtful but a little timid.

The quarrel continued outside the door.

Lingyun's eyes grew redder and redder as she angrily said, "These little scoundrels who flatter the powerful and bully the weak have become even more lazy since you fell ill. Master, please don't be angry. I'll take care of them when the Crown Prince arrives."

Fu Qianyu sat up straight and calmly drank a sip of tea. "Call everyone in. I have something to say."

Lingyun was stunned for a moment, nodded and walked out.

After a while, the door curtain was lifted and a group of people walked in.

According to the rules of the Dajing Dynasty, the original owner, as the Crown Prince Chenghui, had six servants, four second-class maids and two first-class maids, plus four eunuchs, a total of eighteen people serving him.

Fu Qianyu looked at the people in the room and cursed again. "What else can you do when you are being served by so many people?"

Thinking about how she works like a dog every day just for a few pieces of silver in modern times, the original owner simply doesn't know how to appreciate what she has.

Fu Qianyu sat up straight, narrowed her eyes, and got straight to the point: "Now that I'm sick, I don't know when I can recover. I don't want to hinder your future. Do you want to go out?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall looked at each other in confusion, not being able to figure out what this master was thinking.

Fu Qianyu took a sip of tea and continued, "Everyone has their own aspirations. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. Each of you who wants to leave will take 20 taels of silver. This will be considered as fulfilling our master-servant relationship. However, from now on, wealth and glory will have nothing to do with each other."

Peirong knew that since her master was punished by Gao, the people in Yunyan Pavilion began to stir up trouble. Just yesterday, when she went to the Imperial Hospital to get medicine for her master, she saw Cui'er and Liu, the head of the Shang Palace Bureau, arguing with each other.

This Manager Liu was in charge of dispatching palace maids. Cui'er met with her in private, so one can imagine what she was thinking.

Seeing that no one was talking, Peirong didn't tolerate it and directly called out her name, "Cui'er, I saw you talking to Manager Liu for a long time yesterday. I guess Manager Liu has already arranged a better place for you, right? Now that the master has shown mercy and is willing to let you go, why are you so quiet?"

Cui Er saw her thoughts were exposed, so she stopped hiding her feelings and said bluntly: "I am incompetent and cannot serve my master. Thank you for your mercy."