Zi Lan softly rebuked, "Don't say that again in the future." Zi Lan had long seen through the clues. This young woman was no brothel girl; no matter how the brothel girls are trained, there's always a hint of worldly charm about them. But the woman they served, although she feigned madness, the inadvertently revealed manners were not just far from those of a brothel girl, even she herself felt inferior. The qualities this young lady exuded were only found among the well-bred young ladies she had heard about.
Only the daughters of wealthy families are treated like gold and jade; this young lady was hidden here by Master, yet Master claimed outwardly she was a brothel girl. And this young lady hated Master's appearance...
Zi Yi nudged Zi Lan, asking, "Sister, what's wrong?"
