Mo Lan watched Yue Qun's little actions without taking them to heart. No matter how arrogant the playboy was, he was nothing more than a clown in her eyes.
Once the little girl saw that her family was safe, she immediately turned fierce again, and before her young mistress could even speak, she started bristling.
"Hmph, if you ever leave my young lady's place again, I will definitely tell my old master."
Everyone: "......"
That brat is just taking advantage of the situation.
Hearing the little girl mention Old Master Zhao twice, Mo Lan became even more curious. What kind of stubborn old man could make these spoiled young men so afraid?
Miss Zhao looked at the unruly maid, patted her arm, smiled at Mo Lan, and gently invited, "Thank you for your help, Miss. I came with my aunt to offer incense and am staying in the meditation room in the backyard. If you don't mind, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"
As expected of a well-bred young lady, her voice was light and melodious, as clear as a lark's.
"I appreciate your kind offer, but I was just passing through. You should go back now. Next time you go out, bring more maids and servants with you, so you don't run into any more lecherous scoundrels and cause yourself trouble."
As Mo Lan spoke, her gaze swept over the four street tigers, especially Yue Qun, who was trembling as he stood up. Her expression spoke volumes.
"What you're saying is true, it was my fault for being playful," Miss Zhao said, suppressing her annoyance as she thought about her situation.
If she hadn't met Mo Lan, she really wouldn't know what to do. Glancing at the several dissolute young men in front of her, although she didn't go out much, she had heard about the纨绔子弟 (spoiled brats) of Jiang County.
If you get entangled with them, you will ruin your reputation. The Zhao family is very strict with its children, especially the young ladies. They are even more strict with them. If they do anything that damages their reputation, no matter if they are right or wrong, they will be punished in the ancestral hall.
The thought of the cold, dark ancestral hall sent chills down her spine.
Thinking of this, Miss Zhao looked at Mo Lan with gratitude in her eyes. Since Mo Lan did not want to accept her thanks, she took advantage of the fact that Mo Lan could still keep her in check and left immediately with her maid.
After watching the Zhao family master and servants leave, Mo Lan turned around and glanced indifferently at the four street tigers, wondering how they had frightened the young lady.
Helping someone to the end, Mo Lan noticed from the beginning that the Miss Zhao was very nervous, and her hands, hidden in her sleeves, were trembling slightly.
If these people didn't have such bad reputations, would it have come to this?
"Please wait, young lady."
Xiao Liu watched Mo Lan turn and leave, then immediately put away his folding fan, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in a fist salute. "Miss, your skills are extraordinary. May I ask your name?"
Among them, only Yue Qun had some martial arts skills, but he was completely powerless against this girl, which made him very curious.
Mo Lan turned around, raising an eyebrow. "What? You want to get revenge on me for ruining your flirting?"
"Ahem... Miss, you misunderstand. We just happened to run into Miss Zhao and had no intention of offending her." Seeing the undisguised mockery in Mo Lan's eyes, Xiao Liu glanced awkwardly at his brother beside him.
"What Xiao Liu said is true. Hua Tuo Temple has beautiful scenery. Besides burning incense and praying to Buddha, we should also enjoy the scenery of the temple. We can't let other people hold us back, can we?"
As he spoke, the man handed the birdcage in his hand to the servant behind him, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Mo Lan, saying, "My name is Wang Wenhao, you are right, young lady."
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