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Chapter 481 Being near the water tower gives you an advantage (5)

The white and green embroidered fish playing among lotus flowers on a ruqun skirt looks both refreshing and neat.

However, the size seems a bit small.

Wen Jiayue complained softly, "I told the young master that I've grown taller, but he still made clothes based on my measurements from two months ago."

Following her mistress's words, Ruyi said, "The young master is indeed not attentive enough."

“No, that’s not true,” Wen Jiayue retorted. “That’s why my brother made clothes for me, because he was thinking of me.”

Ruyi smiled and said, "Yes, yes, the young master loves you the most, Miss."

Wen Jiayue turned around in front of the bronze mirror when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Miss Wen, the old lady summons you. Please come with me to Ninghui Hall."

Wen Jiayue was taken aback, then remembered that there was an old lady in the mansion, but she had not seen her in the past few months.

Why did the old lady suddenly look for her?

With her brother, the Crown Prince, not around, Wen Jiayue felt uneasy and hesitated whether to go over.

After thinking about it, she decided to go find her third sister and ask her to go with her.

Having made up her mind, Wen Jiayue left the bedroom and discussed it with her maid.

The maid paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "Of course, Miss Wen, this way please."

Wen Jiayue then followed her to Changle Courtyard.

Shen Funian readily agreed, and Wen Jiayue was finally relieved.

Upon arriving at Ninghui Hall, Wen Jiayue bowed to her along with her, her little face extremely serious, afraid of making a mistake and displeasing the old lady.

Fortunately, the old lady didn't say anything until she stood up.

Wen Jiayue breathed a small sigh of relief and sat down.

The old lady sized her up and asked indifferently, "You've been in the household for three months now, haven't you? Why haven't you come to pay your respects to me?"

Wen Jiayue quickly stood up and explained, "I came to Ninghui Hall on the second day after entering the manor, but since you were not feeling well, I went back with my brother, the young master."

She didn't dare call her grandmother; she always felt that the old lady didn't like her very much.

The old lady scolded, "Knowing that I am unwell, you did not come to serve me. You have no manners at all."

Wen Jiayue felt a little wronged, but she didn't dare to argue back and could only lower her head.

Seeing this, Shen Funian said, "Grandmother, sister-in-law... Jia Yue is a guest. How can a guest be served? Are you feeling unwell? Let me massage you."

"You? Just don't make me angry," the old lady waved her hand. "You go back first, I still have things to say to her."

Shen Funian objected: "I'm your own granddaughter, what's wrong with listening to me?"

The old lady had no choice but to have Zhao Mama present her with a pair of jade bracelets.

She looked at Wen Jiayue and forced a smile: "Your name is Jiayue, right? Grandmother was just joking earlier. This is a gift from Grandmother to you."

Before Wen Jiayue could speak, Shen Funian chuckled.

"Grandma's act was so convincing, I almost believed her."

Just as the old lady was about to scold her, Granny Zhao whispered something in her ear.

She had Granny Zhao put the jade bracelet into Wen Jiayue's hand, and immediately said, "Alright, I'm tired, you two can go now."

Shen Funian was used to being unruly, so she got up and left without looking back.

Wen Jiayue curtsied, thanked her for the gift, and then turned to leave.

As they walked out of Ninghui Hall, Shen Funian said, "That's just how my grandmother is, don't take it to heart."

Wen Jiayue nodded: "Thank you, Third Sister."

Shen Funian asked, "Would you like to come and sit in my Chang Le Courtyard for a while?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a maid stepped forward.

"Third Miss, the Second Young Master requests your presence."

Shen Funian then asked, "Would you like to go to your second brother's place?"

Wen Jiayue shook her head. She didn't have much contact with Shen Fufei, so she decided to pass.

"Third sister, I'll be going now."

Shen Funian didn't insist, waved to her, and left quickly.

Wen Jiayue didn't know the way back, so a maid from Ninghui Hall volunteered to take her back.

Unexpectedly, the maid walked faster and faster, and Wen Jiayue couldn't keep up with her at all. Just as she was about to say "wait for her," the maid turned a corner.

Wen Jiayue and Ruyi hurriedly chased after them. As they turned the corner, they suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, rolled their eyes, and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Seeing that both the mistress and servant had fainted, the maid waved her hand and ordered, "Hurry up, the young master may come back at any time."

The servants who were hiding to the side each picked up one of them and walked towards the side gate.

When they arrived at their destination, the human traffickers had not yet come.

"You're just making things worse," the maid asked anxiously. "What happened?"

"The slave trader was hit by a carriage on the road and is on his way here. You can rest assured, the young master will definitely not return through the side gate."

The maid thought about it and realized it made sense, so she relaxed a little.

A full quarter of an hour later, the slave trader finally limped over.

"Alas, the almanac said I would have a terrible day, and it's true," the slave trader complained. "If it weren't for the old lady's sake, I wouldn't have come."

"Enough with the nonsense," the maid said, gesturing for him to look at the two unconscious children on the ground. "We're selling these two maids today. Name your price."

The slave trader's eyes lit up. This fair-skinned, delicate woman was no maid; she was practically a young lady from a wealthy family.

If sold to a brothel, it would definitely fetch a good price!

Seeing that she was in a hurry to sell, the broker rolled his eyes and deliberately offered a low price: "Ten taels of silver at most."

The maid frowned: "Fifty taels is worth it."

"Then it's twenty taels, take it or leave it," the slave trader said, making a move to leave. "I still need to see a doctor about my leg, so I can't keep you company."

The maid gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, twenty taels it is. Take it with you now."

Seeing how readily she agreed, the slave trader changed his mind again.

"You seem to be in such a hurry. Could these two be sick? Fifteen taels."

The maidservant angrily retorted, "You!"

She didn't want to drag things out any longer, and since selling the man was her goal, she simply said, "Fifteen taels it is. Our Marquis's mansion isn't short of that little bit of silver."

Only then did the slave trader finally take out his money bag, completely satisfied.

With the money and goods settled, the slave trader was about to leave with his men when the side gate suddenly opened.

A thin, dark-skinned child, about four or five years old, suddenly appeared from outside.

"Father, Mother, hurry up!"

Following behind him were two burly men in armor and a capable woman.

Others didn't recognize him, but the maid did.

She was startled. Why had the Marquis and his wife suddenly returned?

That child must be the fourth young master who grew up on the frontier.

She stepped forward hastily, blocking Wen Jiayue's face, and curtsied.

"General Shen, General Ye, Fourth Young Master."

Even within the Marquis's residence, the Marquis and his wife are addressed as "General."

General Ye Ning glanced at it and asked, "Why sell the maids?"

The maidservant forced herself to begin: "Reporting to Madam, they...they did something wrong, so..."

General Shen Qianshan glanced at it casually, then suddenly froze.

Why does this little maid's face look so familiar?