Zhenzhu stepped down from the carriage, went around to the back, and looked at the ten silver notes lying on the ground with disdain, "Our Miss is magnanimous and won't stoop to your level. The Song Residence can still afford the use of a carriage, unlike some people who bump into someone else's carriage and still act so arrogantly. It's really beyond me how thick your skin is."
Yudie, inside the carriage, heard Zhenzhu's words and her delicate face turned crimson with anger. She flung the carriage curtain aside, leaped out, and approached Palace Maid Zhenzhu. Yudie slapped her forcefully across the face. Not satisfied with just one slap, she delivered another on the opposite cheek and scolded, "Hmph, a mere servant girl, you have no sense of propriety. At our manor, you would have been dragged out and sold long ago to prevent you from humiliating us further." She spoke while casting disdainful glances at the front of the carriage.
