"Alas—!"
Jia Zheng let out a long sigh and shook his head.
"Daiyu probably doesn't have that many spirit stones, but don't forget..."
"She has a master."
Lady Wang was stunned at this, then looked at Jia Zheng in surprise.
"You mean..."
"That Flame Immortal?"
"She... she really has that much money?"
As she spoke, she turned to Wang Xifeng, seeking confirmation.
"!!"
Under that gaze, Wang Xifeng nearly jumped in panic and could only hurriedly step forward to plead:
"Oh my!"
"My dear madam, you're really putting me in a difficult position!"
Knowing exactly what Lady Wang's look meant, she wore a deeply aggrieved expression, her voice trembling slightly despite herself.
"T-that Flame Immortal's temperament, you know it well enough!"
"She leaves late and returns late every day, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Don't be fooled by the fact that I manage the inner courtyard—I only see her two or three times in an entire month!"
"And Sister Lin is a tight-lipped little gourd. She never mentions her master to outsiders. Even if I, as her sister-in-law, wanted to ask, I'd have no way to bring it up!"
As she spoke, she even used her handkerchief to wipe at the nonexistent cold sweat on her brow, making it clear that she had only learned today that the Flame Immortal was extraordinarily wealthy.
Honestly, if she had known, she would have long since found ways to curry favor with the other party over the past two years. Why would she only now be crying injustice?
With Wang Xifeng's capabilities, if she had known earlier, would she have been content not to find some way to get benefits out of the other party?
"..."
Lady Wang was left speechless by her remarks. After thinking it over and deciding that Wang