Mo Chunhua was so angry that she was shaking and was about to step forward, but Xiao Nanhui was quick to grab her and looked at the provocateur intently.
"Lingxi dialect is the official language of Jizhou. Soldiers stationed there are likely to speak it to some degree. I heard that General Yan Guang was recognized by His Majesty for speaking authentic Lingxi dialect and was awarded the rank of General. Please don't speak nonsense, Madam."
Xiao Nan's reply was quick and fierce, with a bit of Yao Yi's style, but she knew in her heart who she had inherited the true teachings from.
The nanny didn't expect to be accused of such a big crime, and she suddenly became a little depressed.
"Miss......"
Seeing that the game was not going well, Madam Bo raised her hand to stop the old servant from making a confession of grievance.
"I, an old woman, am of humble origin and limited knowledge. I cannot compare to the great generals who have conquered many countries and have seen a lot. I just hope Miss Xiao will not blame us women who were born and raised in this place. Just treat it as a joke."
This rambling seemed to make her seem like she was being unreasonable.
The veins on Xiao Nanhui's forehead were throbbing, but the other party was superior to her and she couldn't beat her up on the spot.
This wasn't some chance encounter; it was clearly an opportunity to pick a fight. I just didn't know if he was targeting Mo Chunhua, or... her.
The first chapter of Yao Yi's Art of War states: Those with ill intentions should be defeated verbally.
"I have military duties to attend to, so I won't bother you any more. I'll take my leave now." She said as she pulled Mo Chunhua aside. "No need to see me off. The fourth lady will do it for me."
After saying that, Xiao Nan didn't even look back, pulled Mo Chunhua and quickly left the yard.
The women of the Yan family were a little disappointed when they saw that there was no more fun to watch.
"You come as you please, and leave as you please. You have no manners at all."
The maid who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly came to her senses and timidly looked up at the owner of the pair of shoes embroidered with gold thread and red flowers beside her.
"Madam, that servant's matter..."
Slap! A loud slap landed heavily on the little maid's face, knocking out her tears that she hadn't had time to hold back yet.
"Shut up."
Mrs. Bo's red lips were stretched into a line, and after a while she smiled again.
"It's getting late now, I'll go back first."
She stood up slowly and, with the help of the nanny, walked out slowly and gracefully.
Seeing this, all the female members of the Yan family followed closely, leaving the little maidservant lying there with her face covered. No one even glanced at her from beginning to end.
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As soon as they left the yard, Xiao Nanhui let go of her hand, but Mo Chunhua held her arm as if possessed.
Even though they had reached the back door, Mo Chunhua's eyes were still shining, as if she had drunk three jars of Yunyexian tea in a row.
"How did I perform just now?"
Xiao Nanhui paused and said everything: "You might as well not say anything."
Mo Chunhua was a little unwilling to accept this, and snorted, "How do you say it in Chizhou dialect? You're just... destroying the bridge after crossing it! If you hadn't taken the initiative to provoke the people from the Xuanyuan Palace, I wouldn't have bothered to intervene. I think I have some talent in this area, and this fight is quite fun. Come back and try some other day..."
Try your head.
Xiao Nanhui felt that he was talking at cross purposes, so he waved his hand and slipped out the door, giving repeated instructions before leaving.
"I'm afraid today's incident will become a source of gossip. I won't be able to come more often, so you must be careful..."
Mo Chunhua couldn't stand all this nagging and slammed the door shut.
After staring at the copper nails on the back door of Yan Mansion for a while, Xiao Nanhui touched his nose and turned to leave.
In the past, when she visited the Yan family, she always came and left openly, never going through the back door. Now, as she stepped over that threshold and onto the street facing the back door, she suddenly found that this place looked familiar.
After hesitating for a moment, she moved towards the alley entrance.
She saw the tree only a few dozen steps away.
This was an old camellia, planted countless years ago. Its thick trunk was covered in scars, but this year's new green had already broken through the treetops, with a few buds peeking out in the cold wind.
In just over a month, it will be her birthday.
Her birthday is actually not the day she was born, but the day she first came to Quecheng.
At that time, she was not much taller than the weathered stone pillar in front of the gate of Quecheng. She was a small person, but had a weathered face. Her whole body was wrapped in a thick cloth, with only two somewhat timid eyes showing.
She was taken down from the horse, holding the young man's hand tightly, listening to him tell the story of the city in the most gentle voice, following him through the stream of carriages and pedestrians, through the bustling and noisy shops, and through the time and space that froze at that moment.
In fact, she couldn't speak Chizhou dialect at that time, and of course she didn't quite understand what he was saying, but as long as she heard his voice, she felt at ease.
The young man pulled her to a stop at the end of the long, wide street. There was a haphazardly piled flower bed, and in the center stood a large tree covered in golden flowers. A few vendors gathered around the tree, selling candy and cakes. Occasionally, a streak of gold would drift down from the treetops and land on the candy, creating a beautiful golden speck.
She stared at the cakes, but the boy looked up at the tree, then suddenly turned around and smiled at her.
"Why not, let's make today your birthday."
She smiled and nodded.
No matter what he said, she would smile and nod.
The young man jumped up swiftly, something in his hand. Then, he plucked a golden flower from the lush camellia tree and pinned it behind her ear.
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