She paused for a moment, and her stiff voice softened a little.
"So, now you have a new way to save my grandpa, right?"
"It can't be saved yet."
Pei Xingyuan's voice gradually weakened.
Mi Xiayao looked at him silently for a moment, then turned around without hesitation, picked up her skirt and walked out.
This made Pei Xingyuan anxious.
"Listen to what I have to say." He quickly caught up and held her wrist.
The two people had rare skin-to-skin contact, and Mi Xiayao subconsciously pushed away from the other person.
Suddenly the atmosphere fell into an awkward atmosphere again.
But Pei Xingyuan was in a flawless atmosphere, and he explained wholeheartedly: "I mean it can't be saved now, but that doesn't mean it can't be saved in the future.
"The emperor is seriously ill and no one can shake the prince. I also have other plans to implement.
"If not, can we cooperate again?"
Mi Xiayao stood there, looking at the man in front of her with her beautiful eyes half-squinted.
He has many secrets.
"What?" Mi Xiayao wanted to hear what other nonsense he could talk about.
Pei Xingyuan simply blocked her way and stood in front of her.
"If we cooperate, I will definitely rescue the master after the year; and you..."
"Saving grandpa is not something you must do, but when you were in the most difficult time, it was my grandpa who extended a helping hand to help you tide over the difficulties. Do you think what you are saying now is cooperation?"
When Mi Xiayao heard this, she sneered and interrupted the other person's nonsense.
She looked at the man in front of her with a clear mind and took a step back, with a bit of contempt in his charming face.
"Master Pei is so proud. It's my Mi family that has set you high."
After the words fell, Mi Xiayao took a step away, passed him by, and walked out without looking back.
Her words caught Pei Xingyuan off guard. He turned around and wanted to pester her.
Princess Yongning from the side room came out with a chuckle and blocked Pei Xingyuan's way.
"A Yuan, the logic she is trapped in now is not the same as yours. If you continue to pursue her like this, the misunderstanding between you two will become bigger and bigger."
Pei Xingyuan looked helplessly at Mi Xiayao's magnanimous back, feeling a little irritated.
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Mi Xiayao walked out of the house angrily. After getting on the carriage, she went straight to Buzhuang instead of going back to the yard.
While she was angry at Pei Xingyuan, Mi Xiayao remembered that Mi Erye, a man who didn't seem to be a good person in Mi Mansion, must be harboring some evil intentions.
She had to rush back to Buzhuang to see if there was anything strange.
Just as her carriage drove to the shop, she saw several people shouting something around the door of the shop.
After getting off the carriage, one of the people surrounding the shop door saw her, and everyone gathered around her.
She was trapped next to the carriage. Every step she took, a man approached her maliciously, forcing her to take a step back.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me. If my shop does something wrong, as the head of this shop, I will never take advantage of you!"
She raised her voice to calm the restlessness of the group.
But this group of people had obviously been entrusted by others. Instead of calming down, they became more and more violent.
Mi Xiayao stood in the middle of the crowd and heard one of them yelling: "The quality of your clothes is too bad! Pay us back!"
The uneven sound of the crusade disrupted the clarity, but Mi Xiayao still keenly captured this sentence.
"My shop has no customers all year round. When did I sell clothes to you?! The goods are reconciled. If the clothes were not sold in our shop, I would never accept such a stupid account."
On the street, a group of people surrounded a carriage, which was really eye-catching.
Just when this group of people was bustling, no one wanted to listen to what Mi Xiayao said, and she was so noisy that she almost collapsed.
The sound of horse hooves came straight away, but the people who were paid to do things were still afraid of death and stepped aside one after another.
The man riding a black horse, with a round collar and a brocade robe, and a high-spirited young man, pulled on the reins and glanced coldly at the troublemaking crowd with his raised, aggressive eyes.
Soon, a cold voice interrupted the group of people.
"Those who cause trouble in the street will be fined two taels of silver and imprisoned for three days. How long will you continue to cause trouble?"
Mi Xiayao raised her eyes and looked at the man on the horse.
Although the winter sunlight was weak, it was still dazzling. The man stood in front of her against the light, and Mi Xiayao could only see a crystal clear jade pendant on his waist.
The troublemakers all accused Mi Xiayao of mishandling things.
"You clearly didn't give me a chance to handle the matter!" Mi Xiayao frowned. She was not weak at all and said what she had to say.
The rioting crowd paused for a moment.
At this moment, the man on horseback yelled, "It turned out to be a dispute between vendors. It just happened to conflict with my duties."
On Mi Xiayao's side, while the troublemakers were being restrained by this man, he quickly walked to the gate of Buzhuang.
Behind her was her own shop, and she felt somewhat reassured.
The troublemaking crowd seemed determined to make it difficult for Mi Xiayao to move forward. They quickly surrounded her and clamored for justice from her.
"The quality of your clothes is not good and you can't find anyone every day. Is this intentional?"
"That's right! What they are selling are defective products. It's hard to sell this kind of clothes. You unscrupulous merchants are celebrating the New Year and you still want to make money from our people's hard-earned money!"
One person was making a noise, and a group of people followed him.
The whole street was filled with the sound of their resistance. When passers-by saw the "Yue Lai Building" on the plaque of Buzhuang, they pointed at the quality of this shop.
Song Qiao suddenly became anxious when he saw everyone looking at the Yuelai Tower plaque.
"Madam, what's so good about this? The plaque we just put up..."
"Don't panic, stay calm." Mi Xiayao gave Song Qiao a comforting look.
Then, she looked at the group of people surrounding the door of the store, and the cold and cruel look in her eyes became more decisive.
She didn't need to think too much about these people who were paid to do things, she knew who sent them.
"If you really bought the ready-made clothes from my Yuelailou, please tell me the time of purchase and I will check them one by one!
"Clothes are not as good as hairpins. They are daily necessities that will wear out. If you buy them for a long time, you still have to tell me that the quality is not good with the clothes that have been washed countless times.
"I'm sorry, I can't compensate you!"
Mi Xiayao raised her hand to signal everyone to look at her.
The woman's voice originally had a weak tone, but after being forced by this group of people, she shouted angrily, which made her look more heroic than a woman.
The man on horseback, holding the reins with one hand, witnessed Mi Xiayao handling affairs throughout the process.
He raised his eyebrows, then turned to look in the direction of the second floor of the teahouse not far away, as if he was looking at someone.