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Sighing from a parched mouth, she glanced mockingly at the tiny silver lilacs adorning Jinhua's ears, her voice tinged with disdain, "Your studs are so small; they're hardly noticeable. What's the point of wearing them? How about this—you wash my clothes, and I'll give you a pair of earrings much prettier than those?"
Her clothes from yesterday were still strewn about somewhere, and in this cold weather, she had no desire to touch the freezing water.
In the past, it was Jinhua and Lady Jiang who helped with the laundry when she returned. This time, her parents had instructed her not to order her cousins around.
But surely an exchange of goods was acceptable?
Jinhua was taken aback before realizing that Jinchai fancied herself a young lady of means—did she think Jinhua would wash her clothes in exchange for trinkets, as though Jinhua was a maid?
