"What do you mean? Don't you know us? Jinse, tell him who we are."
"Yes." Jinse bowed slightly, then said to Zhao Hai, "Head Steward, these five girls are the daughters of the Marshal's Mansion. This is Jinse's servant, Miss Murong Xiao, this is Murong Yan, this is Murong Meng, this is Murong Xue, and this is Murong Shan."
"Miss?" Zhao Hai sneered, saying disdainfully, "Give you a little color and you start a dyeing factory! Let me tell you, you are nothing but assassins kept by the Marshal's Mansion, servants loyal to the Marshal! I am the chief steward of this Grand Marshal's Mansion, and you must obey my orders!"
He glanced with satisfaction at the three women who were frightened by his aura, then looked at the two women who remained silent, and ordered:
"The Marshal is waiting for you in the study. Hurry up and go. When you come out, I will teach you a lesson about etiquette! Go!"
Murong Xiao raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a beautiful sneer.
"Did everyone hear what the Grand Steward just said? We are assassins kept by the Grand Marshal, not his daughters. We cannot rebel against the Grand Steward, otherwise it would be a rebellion."
"Of course." Murong Yan said, "Not only did we hear it clearly, but even these guards heard it clearly."
Murong smiled and nodded. "That's perfect. We're going in to see Daddy anyway, so I might as well ask if the Grand Marshal's Mansion only has assassins kept by the Grand Marshal and no young ladies."
"You..." Zhao Hai wanted to refute, but he felt that he had fallen into Murong Xiao's trap. Some words can only be said in the same way. If they are said in the opposite way, the nature and feeling will be completely different.
"What?" Murong Xiao said, "Big Steward, I'll go in and ask Dad if this is the rule. If it is, Murong Xiao will bring all the sisters out later to accept the Big Steward's teachings.
But if it weren't for that, a servant would treat the young lady in this way. Whatever the rules of the Marshal's Mansion are, the chief steward will have to accept the corresponding punishment."
"you……"
"Sisters, let's go and see Daddy. Oh no, let's go see the Grand Marshal! Let's find out what we should call him."
As orphans living under someone else's roof and assassins under control, Murong Meng, Murong Xue, and Murong Shan instinctively feared the authority figures in the Marshal's Mansion. However, as assassins themselves, none of them had the blood of a kindred spirit.
Being humiliated by the steward, who was also a servant, and having the support of Murong Xiao, who had a close relationship with Murong Qingyun, several of the Murong daughters immediately left Zhao Hai, whose face was ashen, and followed Murong Xiao away.
In fact, not to mention them, even Murong Yan began to worry, wondering if Murong Qingyu would punish them. Only Murong Xiao knew that after that battle, the five of them would become the backbone of the Marshal's Mansion. As long as they didn't make mistakes of principle, they would be the real rich girls in the Marshal's Mansion.
After passing through the lobby and the winding corridors, he finally entered the room where Murong Qingyu actually worked.
Outside the room, Mr. Jing, wearing the silver mask that he had not taken off for more than ten years, and a navy blue robe, stood outside the door like a pine tree. The tight silk robe outlined his well-proportioned and perfect figure, and his waist-length hair was scattered freely like ink.
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