Quick Wear: Female Supporting Role

That day, Banxia led a group to Zuixianglou, but unexpectedly, he was punished. He was forced to copy the Analects three hundred times and was also confined to his quarters. Why was he the only one punished while the others got away scot-free and even moved into the newly built Mingyue Villa?

The thought that his master was siding with others made Banxia very unhappy. He copied the text with a cold face, feeling a surge of anger in his heart, wishing he could smash the desk to pieces.

Wuxin flipped through the account books, her face grave. Her heart ached, and she sighed helplessly, "Back to square one."

"This is half a year's worth of account books?"

Yes, it's all here.

The shopkeeper, standing to the side, felt uneasy thinking about how such a large sum of money was being wasted without making those people pay. It represented more than half a year's worth of hard work, and now it was all ruined. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you really just going to let it go like this?"

Without closing the ledger, he picked up another one, looked up into the distance, and thought, "Who said we'd just let it go like this?"

"They've kept track of all their recent expenses, including food, clothing, and lodging."

The shopkeeper nodded: "I'll remember everything you instructed."

"In a few days, someone will come to pay off their debts for them," Wu Xin chuckled lightly. She knew that these young people had found help. The younger generation didn't care, so naturally they would ask the elders for help, since they had come all this way.

Understanding his master's meaning, the shopkeeper was still somewhat worried. "Master, what if they act recklessly and start a fight?"

"Go ahead and do it." At worst, we can go to their house and make a scene. They're a respectable family; they won't miss out on this little bit of trouble.

"Yes," the shopkeeper replied, waiting on the side, his heart still pounding. Those were all people who knew magic, and he felt he would be at a disadvantage if a fight broke out. But his master was determined, and the shopkeeper was filled with mixed emotions.

After he finished reading the ledger without much thought, the shopkeeper put it away and left with his entourage.

I flipped through a few books just now, seemingly checking the accounts, but I actually glanced at the shopkeeper unintentionally. He seemed very nervous and kept changing the subject, as if he had something on his mind.