Murong Jiu was about to climb into the carriage when the Old Madam hurriedly let go of her dignity and grabbed her.
"Xiao Jiu," said the Old Madam, "even if the Prince is in a hurry, it won't hurt to delay for a moment longer. Let's go inside and have a quick chat before your grandmother leaves."
"If Grandmother has something to say, why not speak plainly here? The shop hasn't been cleaned up yet, and I'd hate for your and my elder sister's clothes to get dirty. If there's something you wish to say, let's talk about it here," Murong Jiu responded, her feet firmly rooted in place.
Murong Jiu stood her ground, unmoved by persuasion. Glancing at Manager Chai behind her and the heads of several neighboring shopkeepers peeking out, the Old Madam's expression darkened. But if she chose not to speak now, she would miss an opportune moment.
