"Pah! As if being an official's relative is so impressive! Lady Changsheng is such a capable woman, yet she never flaunted her power like this, not even a word of thanks. What lack of manners!" the waiter grumbled resentfully.
The pedestrians around saw the luxurious carriage heading towards Tongji Street and dispersed, while some idle bystanders, with nothing better to do, followed the carriage from a distance, ready to watch the excitement unfold.
Though these days Miss Huo of the Mandated Noble Lady overshadowed Medicine God Lady Changsheng, Lady Changsheng was, after all, still Lady Changsheng. Matters concerning her, more or less, always became the talk of the streets and alleys.
Yhan Qinrui, dressed in an eight-colored floral robe, her hair piled high, sat in the carriage, hearing the panting of the housekeeper outside. She smirked and spoke, "Uncle Yhan, why bother with common folk like that, losing your dignity for nothing!"
