Su Qingluan thought for a moment, nodded and smiled at the servant, "Please wait a moment, I still have a fire in the kitchen."
The servant snorted coldly, "Madam Su, please don't try to resist. You will have to see my master sooner or later, right?"
Su Qingluan's smile faded after hearing the other party's refusal to budge. She asked with a half-smile, "Are you sure you want to say everything and do everything?" She scanned the servant's clothing and said, "I'm considered a noble, but the clothes you wear are probably those of a second-class servant, aren't they?"
Second-class servants sounded better than third-class servants. However, Xie Zian's family only had third-class servants. As long as they had worked for a few years, were not too reckless, or were smart at cleaning, they could gradually become second-class servants.
The remaining third-class servants were mostly recruited from outside to do odd jobs, and some were even punished and demoted for doing something wrong.
This servant was a family boy, but he had been a second-class servant for Xie Zian for five or six years and had not been promoted yet - even among the second-class servants, he was often assigned this kind of message-delivering work.
Of course, it would never be his turn to deliver the message and ask for a reward.
Su Qingluan reminded him with a few words: Madam Su has made her master unhappy now, but if he says something decisive, if Su Qingluan gains power again in the future, his life will be difficult.
At least from what we can see so far, this possibility is quite high.
So he restrained his previous arrogant attitude. Although he was still not very friendly, at least he was not so aggressive.
Seeing that his attitude had calmed down, Su Qingluan did not force him and turned back to the stove to put out the fire in the furnace.
After thinking for a while, he wrote another note with only a short sentence on it: "I am at Xie's house, please ask the owner of Hongfulou for details", and then placed the note on the square table in the middle of the main hall.
After Su Qingluan finished packing, she turned around and followed the servant out.
She was not surprised at all why the people from Xie Zian's house could find her here, so in order not to bring trouble to her family, she did not think about escaping.
The note was written in case something happened to her and the other party was really unsportsmanlike. She was not sure whether Manager Liang could save her, but she wanted to prevent her family from being implicated.
However, she still didn't intend to admit defeat, so she was wondering what she had done to anger Xie Zian, the emotionally unstable man with the second syndrome?
It would take more than an hour to get from the Su family to Xie Zian's residence even by carriage, and it would take until sunset if they walked. So, naturally, the servant came by car.
However, this time, Su Qingluan's "treatment" was naturally not as "high-end" as a horse-drawn carriage. It was only pulled by a mule, and it was an "open-top carriage".
Although it was still as bumpy as riding the most unreliable roller coaster, Su Qingluan had already accepted the hardships of "travelling by boat and car" in this era. She endured it and finally arrived at Xie's house with a dizzy head.
Of course, during this whole process, Su Qingluan greeted Xie Zian's ancestors countless times and performed the Zuan pantomime countless times in front of his ancestors.
Although this mansion still looked so exquisite and beautiful, with scenery everywhere, Su Qingluan felt it was oppressive and cramped everywhere, which made her feel disgusted.
When he saw Xie Zian, he no longer smiled as he did a few times before and returned to his arrogant and domineering attitude at the beginning.
He sat high above in the middle of the pavilion, looking down at Su Qingluan who was kneeling on the ground to pay her respects.
In fact, Su Qingluan always felt a little subtle every time she performed the kneeling ceremony - in her memories of her previous life, apart from the statues of gods in the temple, only the deceased elderly people needed to perform the kneeling ceremony.
So she didn't dare let anyone kneel to her. She always felt that being kneeled to like this - especially by an elder - would shorten her life.
So when Su Qingluan knelt on the ground, she was silently complaining about this middle school playboy in front of her: This brat has no extraordinary talent, and he has no achievements in benefiting the people. He is so arrogant and asks people to kneel down to him every day. I wonder if he is worthy of it, and I wonder if he is afraid of shortening his life.
Seeing that Su Qingluan was kneeling but there was no fear on her face, Xie Zian became angry and slammed the stone table in the pavilion.
Perhaps because he had hit him too hard, he gasped. The old housekeeper beside him was startled and quickly called for the servants to fetch the golden wound medicine, applying it and bandaging it, which took a long time.
Su Qingluan knelt on the ground with her head lowered, but she was thinking in her heart: Wow, the table is beautifully made.
Xie Zian took a long time to calm down the burning sensation in his palms before he snorted coldly at Su Qingluan: "Do you know your guilt?"
"I don't know." Su Qingluan answered very gently and gracefully, but in her heart she was raging at Zuan: Haha, my biggest sin is that I didn't give you this thing.
Although it was impossible for her to do so rationally, Su Qingluan really wanted to rush up and give this chuunibyou a brain workout.
"I heard that your jam is inferior and you want to fool me?" Xie Zian asked coldly.
This is a serious crime.
Su Qingluan suddenly looked up: Who on earth was saying such damned things behind her back? She admitted that she was obsessed with money, but when it came to making ingredients, she had never cheated on the weight or used inferior ingredients as good ones!
Thinking of this, she narrowed her eyes and said, "May I ask Mr. Xie, do you agree to let me confront that person?"
"Oh, you still want to deny it?" Xie Zian said angrily, "Didn't you replace the high-quality peach fruit with that low-quality wild fruit?"
Su Qingluan: ...? ?
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