"Our young lady is such a distinguished person, how could she possibly meet just any Tom, Dick, or Harry?"
The person in charge couldn't take it anymore.
The thought of his beloved young lady and young mistress being treated so badly by the old and young of the Marquis's mansion made him want to kick them away.
"Pfft—"
Jiang Jiaojiao couldn't help but laugh out loud. When the manager saw this, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over with a smile and a bow. His squinty eyes narrowed into slits, revealing only his teeth.
"This humble servant greets the young lady. Would you like hot pot or other dishes? The Yihong Courtyard has been reserved for you, Young Master Baoyu..."
Suddenly, her hand fell into a large, cool hand. Jiang Jiaojiao quickly interrupted the steward, "Ahem...we're going to Hengwu Courtyard."
The steward was taken aback, and then he saw the young master next to his young lady. He was amazed. This man was much more handsome than Young Master Baoyu, although he looked a little weak.
weak?
Cough cough cough!
The manager immediately realized what was happening and quickly bowed, "Greetings, Your Highness. It was my mistake. Miss usually goes to Hengwu Courtyard and Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Miss Baochai and Miss Daiyu were just talking about Miss today. What a coincidence that she's here. Please come in, please come in."
Jiang Jiaojiao blushed.
Yuan Bao'er and Luo Twelve chuckled to themselves, realizing that the Seventh Prince was not only a clingy person but also a jealous one.
"Jiang Jiaojiao—"
Jiang Liu charged over, yelling, "You treat your brothers so cruelly! Does Your Highness know your true colors?!"
"Quickly explain things to this old dog, make him kneel down and apologize to me, and also pack up a portion of that hot pot so I can take it back to my father and grandmother."
Upon seeing the Seventh Prince, Jiang Liu immediately trembled and even brought out his father and grandmother. If Jiang Jiaojiao refused, she would be unfilial and disrespectful, ruining her reputation in front of the Seventh Prince. How could she then marry into the family and become the Seventh Prince's wife?
Thinking this, Jiang Liu became even more smug. "Hmph! You not only have to apologize to me, but also to my brothers, and reserve a courtyard for us to wait for us when we come again. Oh, and it would be best if it were that Xiaoxiang Pavilion... Ah! You... what are you doing!"
A cup of hot tea was splashed on his head, and Jiang Liu screamed and jumped up.
Jiang Jiaojiao handed the teacup back to the waiter beside her and laughed, "I saw you daydreaming, so I wanted to bring you back to reality. How come? Are you clear-headed now?"
"Your Highness, look how vicious Jiang Jiaojiao is..."
Jiang Liu immediately filed a complaint.
To everyone's surprise, the Seventh Prince didn't even glance at him, but instead gently wiped the tea stains off Jiao Jiao's hands, saying, "Did you burn yourself? Why did you have to do it yourself?"
"Dao Qing, wake him up."
"yes!"
Jiang Qing responded, grabbed Jiang Liu by the collar, and shoved him into the water vats on either side of the gate.
"Ah—glug glug glug..."
The surroundings were completely silent; you could hear a pin drop. The only sound was the gurgling of water.
But Dao Qing's technique was excellent. Just a second before Jiang Liu was about to choke to death, he lifted him up, and the next second after he caught his breath, he pressed him down again. He did this seven times until Jiang Liu's eyes rolled back like a dead fish, and a foul stench emanated from between his legs. Only then did he release him with disgust.
Looking at Jiang Liu again, he was no longer the arrogant and domineering man he had been moments before. He was lying in his own yellow soup, his eyes rolled back, barely breathing.
Dao Qing politely presented a bag of silver to the steward, saying, "I'm so sorry to have soiled your place."
The manager covered his chin with his hand. "It's nothing, nothing. A drunk guest just vomited all over the water tank. I was going to have someone clean it up anyway, but it just so happens that we can clean the steps at the same time."
Upon hearing this, the crowd felt disgusted and backed away.
Looking at Jiang Liu again, there were several vegetable leaves and noodles hanging on his face, head, and even in his open mouth as he gasped for breath.
That's absolutely disgusting.
The Seventh Prince... is a ruthless person.
The crowd watching the commotion at the entrance were like geese with their necks choked, craning their necks, widening their eyes, and remaining completely silent.
Those who secretly glanced at the Seventh Prince now held a greater sense of awe and fear.
I had heard that this seventh prince was powerless and unloved, possessing only good looks, and suffering from a terrible illness, making him weak and sickly. If it weren't for his status as a prince, he would probably have ended up in Qingfeng Pavilion.
Just a while ago, it was rumored that the Seventh Prince was a favorite student of Master Li, which made the scholars look at him with more respect, but compared to the other princes, his presence was indeed much less noticeable.
But seeing you today...
The seventh prince was not only handsome and charming, but also possessed the imposing presence and aura befitting a prince.
This moment.
Only then did everyone realize that no matter how unknown and sickly he was, he was still a prince who could not be violated at will, with the power of life and death, and even... a sliver of a chance to ascend to the throne.
Although the chances are slim.
But look at Miss Jiang beside him, the twelfth young lady and thirteenth young master of the General's Mansion.
One is the son of the richest family, the Jin family, and the other is the General Weiyuan Mansion, which holds military power. In addition, with the reputation and affirmation of Mr. Li, they may not be without a chance to compete.
I heard that the seventh prince's illness has been cured and his health is gradually improving. He seems to be no worse off than the other princes.
His gentleness and protectiveness towards Jiang Jiaojiao, in particular, immediately won the hearts of a group of ladies.
suddenly--
A commotion arose from the back of the crowd.
"Make way, make way!"
After squeezing in with the money bag, Jiang Qingyun saw Jiang Jiaojiao at a glance, and her face instantly turned ashen. She scolded, "As the eldest sister, you have to haggle with your brother over a mere meal, and even send people to the Marquis's mansion to ask your father and grandmother for money. You are supposed to be the eldest daughter of my Marquis's mansion, yet you have learned such vulgar ways of merchants. You... you have really fallen into the trap of money!"
"This is how your mother taught you all these years!"
Just as Jiang Qingyun finished speaking, a flamboyantly dressed woman squeezed in from behind. Looking at Jiang Jiaojiao, she said with disdain and contempt, "Yunlang, is this your former young lady? She's quite different from the people in our Marquis's mansion."
"Hmph! She just takes after her mother!"
Jiang Qingyun glared at Jiang Jiaojiao again. Instead of being the legitimate daughter of the Marquis's family, she insisted on going to the Jin family, a merchant family, and even showing her face in public to open a restaurant and do business!
This is outrageous!
They still dare to let people come to their door to collect money; they are unfilial, disrespectful, and utterly despicable.
Jiang Jiaojiao sneered, "Who do we have here? It's Lord Jiang! Why do you have to come all the way here to deliver some silver? Can't the Marquis's mansion even afford a steward and a servant these days?"
"That's true. Before my mother married into the Marquis's mansion, there was only one old woman in the mansion. She was in charge of running errands, purchasing goods, and driving carriages. She lived a respectable life for more than ten years thanks to my mother's dowry. Now, her appetite has grown, and she doesn't even care about banquets costing hundreds of taels of silver."
Ignoring Jiang Qingyun's bruised and swollen face, Jiang Jiaojiao looked at the flamboyant woman beside him.
Feigning surprise, he asked, "Why didn't the Marquis's mansion send us an invitation when they married a new lady? Could it be... a concubine? Oh dear, this concubine is so kind, she's already supporting the Marquis's mansion since she just entered the household. Is this money hers too?"
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