Duan Honglin stood at the gate. When he saw Mi Xiayao coming out, he immediately blocked her way.
Everyone in the capital knew that a girl from the Mi family who worked as a female official in the palace had an unspeakable hatred for the Duan in the capital.
When the people at the door of the Chamber of Commerce saw this, they quickly ran upstairs to report the news.
Mi Xiayao raised her eyebrows, with a sarcastic smile in her beautiful eyes, "Isn't this Mr. Duan who is wandering on the street? Why, he took the initiative to find me this time to get the remaining 55.8 million
Will you pay me all the debt?"
"Mi Xiayao, don't think that the result is now. We will see in the future."
The gray stubble on Duan Honglin's face silently proved his current desolation, and he stared at her with almost green eyes.
To Mi Xiayao's ears, this sentence was not offensive at all.
She raised her chin and chuckled, "Even if you stand up again, you're still just a salted fish. I know your abilities too well. If you can really reach the top, there is only one way, and that is to eat soft rice."
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Mi Xiayao still walked straight forward, and she was still four or five steps away from Duan Honglin.
She looked up and down at Duan Honglin with slightly aggressive beautiful eyes. This extremely insulting behavior deeply hurt Duan Honglin's heart.
"Your reputation has been ruined in the eyes of everyone in this huge capital. You are somewhat pretty, but with an ex-husband like you, who would dare to let you be their son-in-law again?"
She raised her hand and patted Duan Honglin's face, almost crushing the man's dignity under her feet in front of everyone.
Mi Xiayao took a step sideways, tall and light as she walked down the steps of the Chamber of Commerce.
She felt disgusted with her fallen hand and was going to wipe it with a handkerchief.
She raised her eyelids and glanced over unconsciously, and saw the man in green brocade robe riding on horseback around the corner, holding a riding whip in one hand and looking at her coldly.
This made Mi Xiayao's steps unable to stop.
Duan Honglin, who was standing behind and being insulted, turned back with wide eyes to look at Mi Xiayao who was walking onto the street. He turned around and chased after her.
"Mi Xiayao, you vicious woman!"
He roared these words of anger and raised his hand to push Mi Xia Yao, but at this moment, another carriage was moving forward at a steady speed in front of the avenue.
The driver saw a woman's voice suddenly appear on the road. He was caught off guard and tightened the reins. The wheels of the car made an unpleasant braking sound on the ground.
The boss of the Chamber of Commerce hurried down and when he saw this scene, he took a breath of fright.
Mi Xiayao was caught off guard and was pushed. She staggered, but fortunately she reacted quickly. During this period, she practiced the martial arts that Zhu Xiuxiu gave her intermittently.
In addition, the driver luckily reined in his horse in time to avoid an embarrassing scene.
The exquisite little maid next to Mi Xiayao had already turned pale with fright. She hurriedly supported Mi Xiayao and asked worriedly: "Madam, are you twisted somewhere? Are you injured?"
She turned to look at Duan Honglin, who was being held down by the people from the Chamber of Commerce, "You must be sick! How dare you intentionally and maliciously hurt someone on the street under broad daylight, we will report it to the official soon!"
"Linglong." Mi Xiayao paused for a moment, then she held the little maid's wrist.
Linglong heard Mi Xiayao calling her, she immediately turned around and said worriedly: "You have to be good, otherwise how can I explain to Sister Song."
"I'm fine."
She comforted the younger child and moved, only to realize that her ankle had just been twisted while she hurriedly avoided it.
A pair of slender brows suddenly wrinkled in pain.
She was thinking about how to retaliate against Duan Honglin for pushing her back.
Suddenly there was a shadow in front of her eyes.
Looking up along the green brocade robe, she could only see the man's high-tied hair crown and his handsome profile.
Under the high bridge of the nose, thin lips opened and closed.
"Mr. Duan committed a murder on the street, and both the people and the stolen goods were stolen. Boss Yu, could you please do me a favor and resign from office."
The man's calm voice carried an inexplicable sense of security.
She was in a daze for a moment. Since she had a quarrel with him in Pei's house that day, she never met Pei Xingyuan for several days.
Even on the day Pei Xingyuan was lifted from the ban, Mi Xiayao was still busy in the palace with matters related to the marriage of the three imperial concubines.
Boss Yu is the boss of this chamber of commerce. When he saw Lord Pei coming, he quickly nodded and called for people to take away Duan Honglin, who was still struggling on the ground.
Mi Xiayao supported Linglong's shoulders and turned her head to the side with a guilty conscience. Her raised hand seemed to be covering the sun, but in fact it was covering her face.
She didn't know why, but she always felt a little guilty.
Pei Xingyuan's voice fell from above her head, "Which foot is injured?"
There was no warmth in the deep voice, as if he was doing business as usual.
Linglong is the little maid that Song Qiao brought out recently. He only had time to train her on how to take care of Mi Xiayao, but he forgot to tell her some grudges about her master.
At the moment, she was concerned about Madam's inconvenience. As soon as she heard this seemingly fair and impartial gentleman ask this question, she quickly said, "My master's right foot is twisted."
Only then did Pei Xingyuan notice that Song Qiao was not the maid next to her.
His eyes fell on Mi Xiayao again, but she covered her face too tightly, and all he could see was her red lips pursed into a thin line.
"You want to limp back, right?"
His tone was still as calm as a stranger's.
But Linglong was confused. Why did this adult speak so familiarly?
Seeing that Mi Xiayao was determined to remain mute, he twitched his thin lips, but his eyebrows were still very indifferent.
"Where is your master's carriage?"
Linglong carefully took a look at Mi Xiayao's face, and she saw his wife blinking at her.
For a moment, she couldn't figure out what Madam meant. She thought about it and realized that Madam's legs and feet were the most important thing.
"When I came here before, there were a lot of carriage jams on the road, so I asked the coachman to wait at the intersection ahead."
Pei Xingyuan decisively asked the maid to call the carriage, "Then go and call the coachman."
Just as Linglong was about to leave, she felt Madam's tight grip on her wrist, and the little girl paused for a moment.
She raised her head and looked at Pei Xingyuan, "Sir, my wife's feet are inconvenient, and I dare not let her stay here alone..."
"You mean to instruct me," he emphasized, "to call your wife's carriage?"
The tone of his voice was frivolous, as if he heard something funny.
Linglong was a little maid who had never seen any big scenes. Her expression suddenly changed.
Seeing that the little maid was about to cry in the next second, Mi Xiayao sighed helplessly.
The hand raised above his head never dropped, "Go back quickly."
Linglong ran away in a hurry, and Mi Xiayao staggered a little without support.
At this moment, Qingshan's arm appeared in her sight.