Chapter 882 Conflict (3)
Mo Yan did not linger any longer, turned around, boarded the carriage, and slowly drove away from the palace gate. Heeding the lesson from the incident of the imperial examination announcements, she had reserved a private room in the restaurant on the street where the horse parade was to pass two days ago, where Xin’er Zhen’er were already waiting.
Upon reaching the entrance of the tea house, a waiter came up attentively and led Da HongZao to the backyard to feed. After thanking him, Mo Yan gave him a reward of one qian’s Silver, then headed towards the private rooms upstairs. As soon as her foot touched the staircase, a sudden force came from behind, and her left shoulder was heavily bumped.
Staggering underfoot, Mo Yan barely managed not to fall down the stairs. Fortunately, her quick reflexes allowed her to reach out and steady herself against the stair railing.
"Dare to block this young lady’s way, are you blind or what? If you’re blind, don’t leave your house. What will you do if you bump into someone you shouldn’t?" A girl around eighteen or nineteen glared at Mo Yan, wickedly placing the blame first and accusing her with sharp and harsh words.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly displeased with the unreasonable and difficult young woman in front of her. She sized up the girl, noticing that she was dressed in a thick green silk cloth. Although the material was common, it was not something ordinary families could afford to wear all the time.
Observing her behavior and manners which were quite vulgar, she appeared to be not like a young lady raised in seclusion but rather like Maid Qiuyue from the Cloth Shop she had met before. Moreover, given this woman’s arrogant behavior, it was obvious she had backing. It seemed she might be a maid from some prominent household, and it was likely that her mistress was in one of the private rooms upstairs, having tea.
Considering her father might be on his way here, Mo Yan did not wish to waste her breath on a person of low morals. She merely glanced indifferently at the arrogant maid and, without saying anything, turned and continued upstairs.
Unexpectedly, that one glance ignited the anger of the green-clothed maid. She grabbed Mo Yan’s arm and shrilly demanded, "What kind of look was that? Stand right there for this young lady!"
With that, she exerted a strong force on her arm, intending to pull Mo Yan down the stairs.
"Let go!" Mo Yan’s eyes turned cold as she quickly withdrew her hand. She was much stronger than the green-clad maid and nearly as soon as the maid’s hand touched her arm, she harshly flung her off.
"Ah—"