The maid walked into the crowd, bowed to everyone, and then said, "Excuse me, ladies, today's Flower Appreciation Society is over. Our young master says that the potted flowers in the courtyard will be given to you all as a keepsake. Please follow me."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiangxiang looked outside the crowd and saw the scowling face of that no-good man. With a glare, she sent a sharp look his way; it was clear he was out to ruin her good fortune.
Fortunately for her, she had almost finished her talks. If all went well, she would be able to open up the market for underwear among the ladies, and she had also leaked news about the new pajamas. She was just waiting to collect the money.
Today had not been a waste—she could wrap up perfectly.
