After leaving behind an ambiguously threatening remark, Steward Feng temporarily lost interest in the new Southern Xinjiang Woman.
On any other day, he would never have given up probing so easily. But today was special. If anything went wrong and Master of Ten Thousand didn't receive the full amount of money he expected, Steward Feng would be skinned alive—or at least lose a layer of skin.
Now he also had to entertain the heads of the Zhao and Li families, along with other wealthy patrons. Before Master of Ten Thousand arrived, he had to make sure these generous benefactors felt some pressure, without letting them feel too neglected.
There was a lot to do, and Steward Feng couldn't afford to waste much more time.
He gave Yu Xing one last sneer. Nearby, the maids and servants rolled their eyes, then all turned to look at Yu Xing in unison.
"New girl, watch what you say and do. My 'people' will be keeping an eye on you..."
"Who's afraid of that?" Yu Xing scoffed.
After parting ways with the steward, time passed little by little.
Yu Xing watched the steward slip into his social role, using elegant language to navigate the most vulgar of gatherings. He gave a quiet laugh, then turned and left.
Though he had stayed in an inconspicuous spot in the shadows, plenty of people had noticed him. After all, he was the only maid present who wasn't wearing the Feng Manor servants' uniform.
Being different meant privilege.
Those who didn't know whose guest he was naturally wondered about his background and the power of the person behind him. Those who knew he'd been brought in by Madam Xue were even more eager to pry some secrets about Master Feng's wife from him. Had Madam Xue received guidance