Beloved Concubine, Lowly Maid

Beloved Concubine, Lowly Maid

The man had been at a loss for words, scratching his head as he tried to remember. Hearing Ling'er, he immediately chimed in, "Right, right! A prodigal who turns over a new leaf is worth more than gold. We should go encourage him and help him become a good person from now on."

Wang Yue was speechless. This was such blatant favoritism—just like the Buddhist saying that setting down the butcher's knife made one a Buddha. It was absurd. A wicked, unforgivable villain did one good deed and people would praise him to the skies, while a great philanthropist who had helped the villagers became a demon after committing a single bad deed.

The one thing that comforted Wang Yue was that Zhao Ling'er seemed to be standing up for Little Tiger, too. That made him happy, so he stopped holding on to the man and was quite pleased with the information he had provided.

Once the man saw that he could get away, and that Wang Yue and Zhao Ling'er showed no hurry to go, he also realized they weren't from town. He stopped wasting time with the two of them and hurried toward the crowd.

After the man had gone some distance, Wang Yue thought of the look on Zhao Ling'er's face and casually asked, "Do you still want to go see Li Xiaoyao? Everyone seems to be fawning over him now."

Zhao Ling'er noticed how happy Wang Yue looked, though she couldn't think of anything that should have made him so cheerful. She eyed him suspiciously and asked curiously, "Brother A Yue, why do you suddenly look so happy? Did you think of something fun? Tell Ling'er about it, too!"

Zhao Ling'er's coquettish manner made Wang Yue's heart itch, but they weren't at