Zhu Jiayu agreed and told her not to see him off anymore. She then left the alley and returned to the carriage.
The coachman, a member of the Zhu family, gave her a thumbs-up upon her return, saying, "Miss, I overheard you solving the case from afar. You truly are one of the most capable people in our Zhu family. No one else knew, but you alone could tell at a glance what the purse was made of… a patterned brocade. I've truly had my eyes opened today! I'll definitely ask the master to…"
“I made it up,” Zhu Jiayu interrupted her through the curtain.
"And tell me... what?" The driver snapped out of his daze, his face half beaming with a smile and half looking surprised. "Miss, I might not have heard you clearly. What did you say?"
Zhu Jiayu repeated good-naturedly, "I said, I made it. It's not some plain brocade or floral fabric at all, and I couldn't tell what kind of material it was."
She hasn't been involved in the embroidery business for a long time now, and she doesn't know much about silks and brocades. In addition, the capital is bustling and the fashionable fabrics change every month, so she doesn't have much time to pay attention to them.
The reason she brazenly made up such a story in front of so many people was because she was certain that there were no noble ladies or wives among the onlookers; otherwise, her lie would have been exposed as soon as she uttered it.
However, her two lifetimes taught her a very important lesson: people always have a sense of awe towards areas they haven't explored or don't fully understand. In such situations, whoever speaks out is more likely to be believed. Even if it's false, it doesn't matter; as long as the attitude is firm enough, the false becomes true.
She understood this principle well, and her assertion just now was so decisive that no one doubted her.
Of course, later, a wealthy young lady heard that a fabric called plain brocade with floral patterns had suddenly become popular in the capital. She sent people to search all the cloth shops and clothing stores in the entire capital, but found that they could not buy it. But that's another story.
The driver was still somewhat stunned.
In the eyes of these servants, their young lady was practically perfect. She was beautiful and had a good temperament. She could manage household affairs at home and was stunningly beautiful in public. She never abused her beauty and always maintained a clean relationship with other young masters and ladies. She was a very upright person.
But who would have thought that she would stand up for justice today by making up stories?
Zhu Jiayu, however, didn't think anything of it. The process didn't matter; what mattered was that the shopkeeper had indeed orchestrated the whole thing, hiding the money bag and then slandering Pan Luxiu.
What's wrong with it being made up? This author made up the whole book.
She urged, "Don't just stand there, hurry back, or you'll miss dinner."
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