"How is it, Miss?"
"Isn't it interesting..."
Zhu Yunmeng gently patted the forehead of the little maid disguised as a scholar and said, "Say 'Young Master,' not 'Miss'..." The maid realized her mistake, stuck out her tongue, and dared not say more.
Zhu Yunmeng's gaze then returned to those dandies, recognizing many who had previously tried to take advantage of her. They had strutted around before but now were pitifully outdone, their faces bear a mournful look. She couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in her heart.
Aside from the dandies, their elders were also following by their side. The presence of these people meant the onlookers merely watched quietly; there were no rotten eggs or vegetable leaves flying out from some corner to hit those fallen into misfortune.
Among them, a man in a light-green official robe had to be supported by a plump beauty to stay steady. His face was deathly pale. Glancing at his disappointing son, he couldn't resist giving him a vicious kick.
