After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

Chapter 167: The Jade Purchase Dispute (Part )

Suddenly, a piece of jade sculpture with a slightly light purple body and the shape of a simple hand warmer caught Yu Qingli's eye.

The posture of the jade made Yu Qingli know at a glance that it was a piece of extremely fine Lantian warm jade.

Warm jade itself is softer than ordinary jade, and now it is carved into the shape of a hand warmer, which complements each other. Looking at the small and exquisite jade hand warmer, Yu Qingli immediately liked it more.

"Shopkeeper..." Yu Qingli had just opened her mouth when her hand, which had not yet been stretched out, was suddenly hit aside viciously by another hand. Then, a sharp voice sounded in Yu Qingli's ears.

"Boss, bring me that warm jade hand warmer!"

As the words fell, Yu Qingli felt a pain in her waist and was pushed aside by the owner of the voice.

Yu Qingli was caught off guard and staggered back a few steps, almost falling.

Murong Yanhui was immediately furious when he saw this. He held Yu Qingli and was about to speak, but the maid glared at Yu Qingli and Murong Yanhui sinisterly and said arrogantly, "Boss, why don't you hurry up? My young lady is waiting!"

The shopkeeper seemed to know the maid, but Yu Qingli spoke first after all, so he looked at Yu Qingli with some embarrassment.

The maidservant was not satisfied. She slammed the handkerchief on the counter angrily and said, "What are you dithering for? Be careful not to offend my young lady or you will lose your shop!"

Murong Yanhui snorted coldly, and Yu Qingli quickly pressed his hand gently, saying softly, "Be patient."

Yu Qingli was a little curious about this arrogant maid. She had just arrived in the capital and didn't know much about these ladies from wealthy families. She wanted to see whose maid could be so arrogant.

Although Murong Yanhui didn't understand why, he ultimately followed Yu Qingli's opinion, so he held back and stopped talking.

The maid continued to bang on the counter, urging them on.

The shopkeeper trembled as he placed the warm jade pot in front of the maid and said flatteringly, "This piece of warm jade is extremely rare, and the purple color is very noble. The young lady really has good taste."

The maid immediately laughed and said, "That's right, don't you see whose young lady she is?"

The maid fiddled with the warm jade hand warmer and smiled with satisfaction, "Boss, how much is this?"

"This..." The shopkeeper clapped his hands, "This warm jade is extremely rare, and the quality and water quality are the best, so it's a bit expensive."

The maid immediately frowned in dissatisfaction, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? How much is it?"

The shopkeeper held up a finger, looked at the maid, and whispered, "One thousand taels of silver."

"What?!" The maid's voice suddenly rose several octaves, waving the jade hand warmer in her right hand up and down. "One thousand taels? Just this broken jade pot?"

The shopkeeper's forehead was covered with sweat. Looking at the warm jade hand warmer that the maid was holding carelessly, he was almost scared to death and subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect the warm jade hand warmer.

"I say, shopkeeper, you really are blind, aren't you? You're actually asking for a thousand taels of silver for this broken jade? Look at the carving, it's not very delicate, the jade isn't the best quality, and the color, wow, it's not green, not emerald, and the purple isn't particularly vibrant..."

The maid kept chattering about the warm jade hand warmer, which made the waiters stunned and the shopkeeper terrified.

Murong Yan looked back at Yu Qingli who had been looking at the maid with curiosity, and then followed her gaze to the warm jade hand warmer in the maid's right hand. Suddenly, she remembered that she had bought a piece of raw warm jade in "A Dream of Red Mansions" and polished it into a jade pendant with her own hands.

It’s a pity that I was a little impulsive that time and dropped the jade pendant.

Murong Yan looked back at Nuan Yu, thinking that this might be another chance given to him by God, or it might be another fate between him and Yu Qingli, the same "A Story of the Stone", the same Nuan Yu.

Murong Yan recalled and couldn't help but sneered, "You can't even afford a thousand taels of silver, yet you dare to act so arrogantly here? Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?"

Murong Yanhui's cold words were like a knife, instantly cutting off the maid's chattering. The shop suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Murong Yanhui with different expressions.

The shopkeeper wiped his forehead again, secretly sighing that he was so unlucky. Why were all the customers today so difficult to deal with?

The maidservant caught her breath and scanned Murong Yanhui's body with her eyes like knives. She wished she could cut Murong Yanhui into pieces with her eyes, but when she saw Murong Yanhui's extraordinary temperament and luxurious clothes, her heart couldn't help but beat fast.

This is the emperor's home, where there are a lot of princes and nobles. The maid has been here for a long time and has learned to judge people by their appearance.

The maidservant looked at Murong Yanhui's burning and angry eyes, and her arrogance became stronger again. However, Murong Yanhui did not give in at all and glared at her. This time, when he was angry, the innate nobility of Murong Yanhui emanated from his whole body, and the silent pressure enveloped the maidservant, who could not help but shrink her neck.

As if noticing the maid's retreat, Murong Yanhui sneered and snorted. This snort reminded the maid that her young lady was not an ordinary lady. It would be fine if she suffered a loss and was embarrassed, but she could not lose face for her young lady.

The maid thought about this, put her hands on her hips, and said angrily: "This young man looks so well-dressed, but I didn't expect him to be so reckless."

Although the maid was extremely angry, she could see Murong Yanhui's momentum, so she finally restrained herself a little.

Murong Yan glanced back at Yu Qingli and saw her expression was calm as she said, "Forget it, it's just a piece of jade."

Yu Qingli didn't look angry at all, but Murong Yanhui became a little interested. In this imperial capital, he, Murong Yanhui, had never seen anyone more arrogant than him.

Murong Yan patted the back of Yu Qingli's hand, signaling her to calm down. He then took a few steps forward and asked with a smile, "Oh? What do you mean?"

The maid immediately said proudly, "The word 'shameful' can be used to describe anyone, but it cannot be used to describe my young lady."

Murong Yanhui didn't answer, but just looked at the maid with a smile. The maid continued, "Do you know who my young lady is?"

Murong Yan smiled back and said, "If you don't tell me, how would I know?"

"It's okay to tell you, so that you can be more careful in the future and not speak so recklessly in the capital!" The maid first taught Murong Yanhui a lesson, and then slowly glanced at the door of "The Story of the Stone", "Listen carefully, my young lady is the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion!" The maid especially emphasized the words "Prime Minister's Mansion". Yu Qingli was suddenly startled, and this time she looked at the maid seriously.

Her features were unfamiliar, and Yu Qingli was confident she had never seen her before. Could it be... someone impersonating her? Or...

Yu Qingli didn't dare to think too deeply. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to her mind. Thinking of everything in her previous life, a sneer appeared on the corner of Yu Qingli's lips. She originally thought that she had made preparations in advance and had changed some things, but she didn't expect that in the end, nothing could be changed.

The daughter of a prime minister? This is really interesting.

Yu Qingli, who had originally planned to watch the show, suddenly felt that she could no longer remain silent.

The maidservant was snatching things here, and just now she glanced outside the door. It seemed that the so-called daughter of the Prime Minister must be waiting outside the door.

Yu Qingli couldn't help but sneer in her heart. She didn't even bring a sedan chair to buy something. What a big deal!

Yu Qingli felt inexplicably angry. Seeing that the maid was no longer as indifferent as before, she rolled her eyes and thought of a way to lure the young lady outside out.

She wanted to see what the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion looked like!

Yu Qingli took a few steps forward, ignoring Murong Yanhui and the maid. Instead, she reached out and took the warm jade hand warmer from the counter, saying softly, "Shopkeeper, this warm jade hand warmer is the first one I liked. I'll give you one thousand taels of silver. Please check it."

Yu Qingli pushed the banknote out, and suddenly a hand pressed down on the banknote with a "snap". "What's wrong with you? Under the feet of the emperor, in broad daylight, are you trying to rob me?!"

Yu Qingli smiled faintly, looked directly at the maid who was glaring at her aggressively, and said softly: "Miss, are you talking about yourself when you say openly robbed?"

"Bullshit!" the maid immediately shouted angrily, "You're really good at turning the tables!"

Yu Qingli stared at the maid calmly, "My lady, I was the first one to see this warm jade hand stove. Although you are a favorite of the noble, you are not the noble. How could you forget that it was you who knocked my hand away and pushed me aside?"

"So what? Since you know you've been pushed out by me, you should understand that you have no chance of getting this warm jade hand stove!" The maid looked at Yu Qingli arrogantly. Seeing that she was dressed in men's clothes, and although her lips were red and her teeth were white, she still had some femininity, she couldn't help but pout and muttered, "Mr. Rabbit."

Yu Qingli was not angry at all, she just said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, here are the banknotes, I'll take the warm jade hand warmer."

Seeing Yu Qingli about to take the warm jade hand warmer, the maidservant was extremely anxious. She was afraid that she would not be able to buy the warm jade hand warmer and would not be able to explain to the young lady when she returned. Moreover, because she did not complete such an easy task, she would be squeezed by the other maidservants. She immediately hugged the warm jade hand warmer in Yu Qingli's hand and said angrily: "What use does you, a rabbit, have for this jade? You are really blind. You dare to steal things from the Prime Minister's Mansion. I think you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Murong Yanhui finally couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He originally just wanted to tease the maid and teach her a lesson, but now seeing that Yu Qingli wanted the warm jade hand warmer, and the maid was so blind, he suddenly got really angry.

However, before Murong Yan could reply, he heard Yu Qingli say, "Young lady, please be reasonable. I have given the shopkeeper one thousand taels of silver notes, and the things are mine. How can you call it robbery?"

"I, I, I..." The maid was suddenly speechless and couldn't make any sense after talking for a long time.

"Since the young lady can't say anything, please let go of this warm jade hand stove." Yu Qingli had a sarcastic smile on her lips and looked at the maid coldly. She wanted to deliberately provoke the maid.

As the saying goes, when you beat a dog, look at its owner. Now that this good dog in the Prime Minister's Mansion has been bullied, shouldn't the young lady come out?

As Yu Qingli spoke, she looked towards the door intentionally or unintentionally. There was still no movement in the sedan chair parked there. Only a beautiful silhouette could be vaguely seen through the gauze curtains.

Murong Yanhui didn't pay much attention to it. He just couldn't stand the maid's arrogance. Now that the maid was snatching something from Yu Qingli, he naturally couldn't tolerate it anymore.

"Isn't it? Since you can't produce the banknote, the things should be ours!" Murong Yanhui also reached out and covered Yu Qingli's hand.