Hong Xiaoduo's reminder made Fan Wu realize what she meant: "Master, may I go have dinner with the young lady and the others? We'll be right back, okay?"

Murong Jing didn't say anything, but nodded.

Seeing his master nod, Fan Wu turned around, picked up Kaiyang from the side, held him in his arms, and said to Hong Xiaoduo, "Let's go."

"Oh my God, has Fan Wu changed his ways?"

"Yeah, is this still the same taciturn guy?"

"Is it possible that he actually only likes talking to women, especially pretty young ladies like this?"

Listening to his subordinates' increasingly absurd remarks, Murong Jing shook his head helplessly and continued walking forward.

Someone noticed that their master had left and quickly reminded the others to chase after him: "Master, when did Fan Wu get to know this young lady?"

"Yes, Master, weren't you all on the move the whole time? How did he have this opportunity? They seem quite familiar with each other, it's not like they're just casual acquaintances."

"Since you're so curious, why don't you go and ask him directly?" Murong Jing said as he walked. He wasn't bothered by his subordinates' gossip at all; he just found it amusing.

He could even imagine that when that kid Fan Wu came back tonight, it would be impossible for him to get a good night's sleep.

However, he was quite surprised when he saw the young woman at the teahouse. In just a few days, the seven little beggars had changed into new clothes and were clean and tidy.

"They didn't invite us, so how can we go with them?" one of the attendants said irritably.

"This kid came out on business with his master and actually found himself with a romantic encounter," another said sourly.

Upon hearing this, Murong Jing stopped and looked at the person who said it: "When he comes back, be careful when you joke around. Don't anger him and ruin the harmony."

It's best not to tease him about that young lady.

If someone else said this, no one would take it seriously, and you can't even joke about it?

However, if your master issues a warning or reminder, then you must heed it.

"Master, is it really necessary? Would you really risk a falling out with us over a young lady you've just met?" Some people were still a little skeptical.

Murong Jing didn't laugh: "If it weren't for loyalty, Fan Wu would have abandoned your master and left with her long ago. Do you think it's necessary?"

"Also, considering you've followed me for so many years, let me remind you of one more thing: if you see that young lady again, don't provoke her, and keep your mouth shut." Murong Jing added and emphasized again.

The five attendants looked at their master with confusion, wondering what was wrong. It was just a young lady, but not only had Fan Wu, that taciturn man, changed his ways, but their master had also become talkative.

Listen to all those repeated reminders and admonitions; they're just so worried!

They had never seen their master act like this before, even when they went out to handle important matters!

Murong Jing didn't hear a response, but when he turned his head and saw their expressions, he knew what they were thinking: "Otherwise, how do you think Fu Gang lost half of his teeth?"

"Huh? Fu Gang's teeth were knocked out by her??"

"With a whip?"

Murong Jing: "Bones, she and those children were eating roasted wild game at the time."

"My goodness, that's incredible!"

“Master, were you there at the time? Why didn’t you teach her a lesson? They say you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.”

Murong Jing glanced speechlessly at his subordinate. The comparison he used—calling Fu Gang a dog—was something else entirely. "Sigh, hopeless," he sighed, putting his hands behind his back as he continued walking forward, saying, "He brought it on himself. Of course people would be angry if he said something so hurtful."

"The steward must have taken a bribe from him, how could he have brought him out like this? He's made our master lose face." The attendant was also quite angry when he heard the reason.

On their way to the restaurant, the master and servants kept talking, mostly about Fan Wu and the young lady.

Meanwhile, Fan Wu, whom they were talking about, had already brought Hong Xiaoduo and the children to a restaurant and sat down in the lobby. They had originally only planned to order dumplings and other noodle dishes for dinner, but now that they had invited Fan Wu, they figured they should at least order a few more dishes.

On the street, an old woman trotted back to the carriage that had been parked by the roadside for a long time without moving: "Third Miss, no wonder that young lady was so arrogant. It turns out she knows that young master Murong from the capital. Young master Murong even arranged for his men to take her and those children to a restaurant for dinner."

"You, did you look carefully?" The people in the car were skeptical.

The young master has been here for the past two days, but the information my father received did not mention this woman or the seven bald children.

The old woman responded with certainty, clearly seeing it clearly.

"Understood. Go back to the manor and instruct the servants to keep a close eye on the young master these next few days, and not to let him leave the manor." The Third Madam stroked her gold-inlaid jade bracelet and gave her instructions.

After walking a few steps, the old woman seemed to remember something and pressed herself against the carriage window, whispering inside, "But Third Miss, this old servant has noticed something. That young lady and that Young Master Murong, there's definitely something going on between them. Although they just smiled and nodded to each other without talking, when that young lady left, Young Master Murong's eyes were practically lingering on her face."

Hearing this, Third Sister gritted her teeth. She had tried to find an opportunity to meet that young master, but he didn't even glance at her. It turned out that his heart had been bewitched by that little vixen.

Are the young noblemen of the capital really that bad at judging things? Can't they even tell the difference between a pearl and a grain of sand?

Or perhaps you've seen too many pearls and just want a change?

Or perhaps, the woman's family background?

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