Chapter 972: The Lowly Servant (Happy New Year)
In public, Xuexue really couldn’t turn them away at the door, so for the time being she had no choice but to arrange for them to stay in the mansion. She would figure out a way later to sweep them out the door.
"Hmph! It should have been done like this earlier."
Old Lady Mo was brimming with pride, thinking to herself, Auntie Tang was indeed right. This wretched girl is someone who cares about face, and sure enough, under the public eye, she let them stay in the General’s Mansion. If it was in the past, back in Mo Family Village, she would’ve thrown them out the door long ago.
"Eh! Alright! Alright."
Old Master Mo was beaming with joy. As long as the old lady didn’t make a fuss, Xuexue was still decent towards them. His own wife, not knowing what she was thinking! Back in Mo Family Village, when Xuexue still had to depend on their approval to eat, it was somewhat justifiable for her to make a scene. But now, Xuexue was a changed person, she has become the young lady of the General’s Mansion. Yet she still acts like before, picking on Xuexue over every little imperfection, if that’s not being silly I don’t know what is.
When the Mo family heard that they could enter the mansion, they were ecstatic, and began to excitedly take their luggage from the carriage, trotting behind Xuexue as they entered the General’s Mansion...
The onlookers at the door, seeing that there was no excitement to watch, dispersed in twos and threes, and continued to discuss the incident that had just occurred on their way, mostly talking about Xuexue and Auntie Tang.
It seems that after today, because of the arrival of the Mo family, Xuexue is once again in the eye of the storm.
As soon as she entered the General’s Mansion, Xuexue handed over the Mo family to Zi Xia to arrange their accommodations.
"Wow! This General’s Mansion is really huge, really luxurious. We have never seen such a luxurious house in our whole lives. To think, we could also live here, this life is worth it." Madam Ruan kept touching things here and there as she walked, not even letting go of a pot of flowers.