Among those who practice martial arts, Xiao Nanhui's hearing is not outstanding, but he is always more sensitive to the sounds he has heard.
Amid the noisy voices coming from far away, she clearly heard a voice she had just heard not long ago.
"Madam, please don't move forward. The Fourth Miss is a man of few words. If anything happens to you, even ten thousand lives of this servant will not be enough to compensate for it..."
Well, he just filed a complaint with her, and now he goes to complain to another government office.
Xiao Nanhui hated being used the most in his life. When he saw this play, he suddenly became furious, but then he heard a strange female voice sounding in a deep voice.
"I want to see who is so arrogant at such a young age, not treating others as human beings. If he gets the upper hand in the future, he will definitely ride on the head of the main wife."
She leaned close to the window and looked out, only to see about seven or eight people standing in the yard, all women, including two young ladies from the Yan family and a concubine's wife. Excluding the two maids and the maid who had just cried, there were only two people left who looked unfamiliar.
One of them had white hair, but her hair was combed into a sleek bun, making her look like one of those palace maids who teaches etiquette. The other, only half of her body was exposed, with a golden hairpin in her hair. Her clothes were also very dignified and elegant, and the colors used were dark, as if to highlight some unspoken difference in status.
"Who are these two? Why haven't I seen them in your house before?"
"From outside."
Mo Chunhua's words were a little evasive, but Xiao Nanhui's attention was focused on the people outside the door and he didn't pay any attention.
"You're from outside? You dare to meddle in other people's backyard affairs? You're so arrogant and want to get your hands on something. You really don't follow the rules."
Mo Chunhua laughed awkwardly twice and her voice became even lower.
"Let her sit there. When the sun sets, she will naturally go back."
Xiao Nanhui finally noticed the cowardice emanating from someone behind him and turned around in confusion.
"It's only noon, and it'll be at least two hours before dusk. People have rushed to your doorstep, pointing their fingers at you and cursing you. You used to dare to throw punches at them, but now you don't even dare to say a word back."
Mo Chunhua avoided Xiao Nanhui's gaze and twisted the loose hair on her forehead with two fingers.
"It's not a question of whether you dare or not, but sometimes you don't need to get involved in that kind of trouble."
Xiao Nan looked back at the person next to him who had just been showing his teeth and claws, with a dead pig face that was not afraid of boiling water. He turned around and saw that the person suddenly became mature and moderate, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"I was thinking that you haven't made any progress in all the time you've been in Que City. Have you suddenly become enlightened now?"
"I don't mind, I'm just worried about my mother." Mo Chunhua's face showed a calm expression, but her voice was low, "After all, Old Yan is unreliable, and there is no one else who can help me."
Xiao Nanhui was stunned for a moment.
"He's truly an uneducated bastard, a bully who only fears the strong and bullies the weak. He wasn't like this when he was beating people up, but now he's so cowardly..."
Harsh words from the women could be heard from the yard. Xiao Nanhui looked at the silent Mo Chunhua in front of him. Her skin was still the same color as honey, but her hair had faded from years of wind and sun, and her fingers were rough and deformed from heavy work. The jeweled ring was stuck on them, making her feel indescribably bloated and suffocated.
Even though she lived under a roof decorated with dragons and phoenixes, wore silk and satin, and wore jade bracelets and jadeite, Mo Chunhua almost instantly turned back into the Southern Qiang girl in coarse cloth clothes.
It was the first time that Xiao Nanhui witnessed the intrigues and schemes in the wealthy families that he had only heard about in Dujuan's gossip, and he found it disheartening.
Mo Chunhua is a young lady of the Yan family after all, but because of her poor background, she is subjected to all kinds of pressure, testing, and malicious speculation. Now, if she makes any mistake, there are only many spectators watching the fun, and no one is willing to truly protect her.
Inexplicably, she thought of herself again.
As far as she could remember, she had never seen her heartless parents. Before she met Xiao Zhun, the only person who could protect her was herself.
Although she didn't know what parents were when she was little, she at least knew that children who lived well all had parents. During those countless nights of hunger and cold, she also begged God to give her a father or a mother.
She felt that as long as she had parents, she would not be bullied.
Looking back now, she was still too naive.
If I were to encounter a relative like Mo Chunhua, it would be no different from myself, who had lost my parents and no relatives.
Why should they be treated like this? Why?
Others don't care, but she does.
As if knowing what she was thinking, Mo Chunhua spoke quickly.
"Don't worry about this..."
He had barely said half of the sentence when he turned around and found that Xiao Nanhui was no longer there.
In the yard, a group of women were chattering about something. Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound, and a tall woman in shorts with wrists tied came out and walked up to the front in three or two steps.
"Xiao Nanhui from the Qinghuai Marquis Mansion greets everyone."
After the greeting, Xiao Nanhui straightened up and faced the woman in gorgeous clothes and golden hairpins.
At a glance, she realized that the other person did not look as old as she had imagined. She looked even younger than Aunt Dai. Her eyebrows were quite beautiful, but she was dressed like a woman. Her clothes were too heavy and old-fashioned. The golden hairpin on her head was too luxurious and ostentatious, giving her a sense of vulgarity.
"I have already given my name, but I still don't know who this lady is from. Why is she making such a commotion at my friend's door?"
The lady remained silent, seemingly sizing her up. It was the maid next to her who spoke first, her tone hinting at ill will.
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