Chapter 47: Pei Ji will take care of the lowly
After some gentle words and the silver in his hand, the waiter thought about it and nodded in agreement.
Song Ying and Song Ci behind him only caught up at this time.
When Song Ci heard that she was going to the third floor, he felt uneasy.
She suddenly remembered that day when she lied and used Pei Ji as a shield to avoid punishment. She never expected to be so unlucky today and actually run into him.
Seeing Song Rouxi's attitude, she knew what was going on. She was suspicious and wanted to go up and find out what was going on.
She frowned tightly, feeling uneasy.
After thinking about it, he hurried to catch up and had to improvise. Song Ying followed closely behind, but was stopped by the waiter after taking a few steps.
She was stunned for a moment, watching Song Ci walk upstairs without even looking back at her. She gritted her teeth in her heart and was even more angry towards the waiter: "You didn't stop them from going upstairs, why are you stopping me?"
"Miss," the waiter said with a cold expression, "our restaurant does not accept anyone who is not properly dressed."
Song Ying's face twisted with anger, her expression ferocious. "How am I disheveled? You can't explain it clearly. I'm going to find your shopkeeper today to give me an explanation."
The waiter glanced her up and down, with contempt in his eyes, as if saying, do I need to tell you this in person?
Only then did she realize that her hair had been messed up by the carriage ride. She managed to tidy it up, but it was still a mess. Half of her skirt was splattered with mud, making it even more filthy.
Song Ying knew she was in the wrong and stuttered, "You... why are you so unreasonable? Why can they enter but I can't? It's not like I don't have money!"
"Sir, this is the rule of our restaurant." The waiter raised his voice. Many people who were sitting in the restaurant drinking tea and eating came over and saw the two people arguing, their eyes occasionally glancing at Song Ying's skirt.
Some people even let out a low laugh.
I've never seen a young lady come to a restaurant to eat with her skirt so dirty. She's not ashamed.
Song Ying's face was burning hot. She felt embarrassed and annoyed when she noticed the eyes scanning her. She looked up and saw that Song Ci had disappeared without a trace. She stamped her feet in anger and walked out as if escaping under the gazes of everyone watching the show.
On the third floor, Pei Ji sat by the window, slightly tilted his head, and looked at the scenery outside the window.
It was just the beginning of autumn, and he was already wrapped in a fine sable cloak, his slender, cold white fingers gently holding a book.
He occasionally coughed in a suppressed manner.
Warm smoke poured out of the incense burner in front of me, accompanied by the cold scent of cedar.
Strange colors flashed across his ink-black eyes from time to time, and when he heard the voice, he frowned.
Look towards the stairs.
Although Song Rouxi had known Pei Ji's name for a long time and had even met him at the flower-viewing banquet, her entire attention was almost entirely on the prince that day, so naturally she did not pay any attention to Pei Ji.
Seeing her like this today, I realized that she was incredibly beautiful. She was no less beautiful than me as a woman.
She had a reserved and gentle smile on her face. After taking a few steps, she was stopped by A-Lin, who was leaning against the wall. Seeing him holding a sword and with a stern expression, he immediately said softly, "I know your master. You don't have to stop me."
Her voice was firm. Over the years, wherever she was, there was no man who was not impressed by her.
Now that Pei Ji had seen her, it was impossible for him to forget her.
Ah Lin's expression remained unchanged, even the way he held the knife remained unchanged. Song Rouxi's smile froze for a moment, and she said to Pei Ji with some anger, "Master Pei, why don't you have your servant put away the sword? He's so rude, I'm worried he'll ruin your reputation, Master Pei."
Pei Ji put down the book and looked at him indifferently: "He is my guard, not a servant. Secondly, I don't seem to know you."
Song Rouxi was surprised, "I clearly met Master Pei at the flower viewing banquet that day..."
Ah Lin sneered, "Miss, my master has met so many people. If he had to remember every one of them, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to remember them all."
"You! I'm talking to your master, why are you butting in?"
First she called him a servant, then she said he was rude, and he hadn't done anything yet. Alin just felt angry. Is there something wrong with this woman's brain?
"I said, I don't know you, if you're okay, just leave."
Being driven away again and again, Song Rouxi felt as humiliated and angry as she had been just now, convinced that he must remember her. She was so angry at Pei Ji's poor memory that she almost wanted to leave. She had never been ignored like this by any man before.
But when she thought about the purpose of her coming here and about exposing Song Ci's lies, she couldn't move her feet at all.
"I have a few questions to ask, and I'll leave after I've answered them."
A Lin took a half step forward, looking down at him with a defiant attitude: "My master said he doesn't know you, don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Song Rouxi's face turned pale. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a short and rapid voice behind her.
"Big sister."
Song Ci's voice told her she had come in a hurry. Song Rouxi thought to herself that Song Ci was afraid her lies would be exposed. She ignored the humiliation she had just suffered and said with a malicious smile, "Third sister is here. Isn't this a coincidence? Master Pei is drinking tea here, and I wanted you to meet him, so I came to say hello."
Alin recognized Song Ci, loosened his sword-holding hand, and looked back at Pei Ji.
Pei Ji nodded slightly and said calmly, "Let them in."
"Yes." A Lin took a few steps back. Song Rouxi glared at him fiercely before she walked straight to the seat in front of Pei Ji and sat down.
Song Ci followed behind, her slender white fingers tightly grasping the hem of her skirt.
After the two of them sat down one after another.
Song Rouxi hooked her fingers around a strand of hair by her ear and said softly, "Master Pei, I'm afraid you don't know? After the flower viewing banquet that day, my third sister mentioned you in front of our family."
Her voice had ulterior motives, and Song Ci naturally knew it. Her fingers became paler as she exerted force, and she lowered her head, hardly daring to look at Pei Ji's expression.
Fortunately, Pei Ji just glanced at her and his expression remained normal.
"Mention me."
Song Rouxi squinted her eyes and saw that Song Ci looked grim. She was certain she was lying and could hardly wait to continue, "Yes. She claimed she met Master Pei at the flower viewing banquet and they had a great conversation. Master Pei admired her tea-making skills. She said she would ask her for advice someday. My third sister has been unable to learn anything since she was a child. She is also sullen and doesn't speak.
Master Pei has a wide range of knowledge. I've thought about it over and over again, but I can't figure out why you're so attracted to her tea art. Although our Song family isn't a wealthy one, my father and second uncle are both scholars. Third sister lied like this, and I'll definitely have the elders teach her a lesson.
Don't let her ruin your reputation, Master Pei." After saying this, Song Rouxi curled the corners of her lips.
He stared at Pei Ji, eager to see his surprised and angry look.
But... nothing.
How could that be?
After a brief silence.
Pei Ji's face was indifferent. He raised his hand and picked up the teacup in front of him. "I am an outsider, but I also know not to casually ruin the reputation of my brothers and sisters in public. I'm afraid it's not good for Miss Song to say this about your sister."
"I...I'm just telling the truth." Song Rouxi was stunned. She didn't expect Pei Ji to react like this, and her eyes were a little flustered.
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