Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

Meanwhile, the previous betting game was coming to an end. Everyone realized that, except for Shen Wanqing and Du Zhijie who had bet on the old man to win, everyone else had bet on Doctor Chen.

This gambling game seemed to be set up specifically for Shen Wanqing. She was the final winner and won a huge sum of money.

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have made the same bet as Miss Su." Someone looked at the money and felt very regretful.

"This Miss Su has a really unique vision."

Amidst the envy of the crowd, Shen Wanqing maintained a respectful smile. She knew in her heart that this was not only due to her good luck, but also due to her understanding of the old man.

Du Zhijie looked at her, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Yuanfeng said sourly, "This Miss Su is really lucky."

Du Zhijie glanced at him and said coldly, "This isn't all luck. Miss Su is a meticulous person, so this result is not surprising."

Jing'er hurried over, her face unable to conceal her excitement: "Miss, you are really amazing. We made a lot of money this time."

Shen Wanqing smiled slightly and handed the silver she had won from the bet to Jing'er: "Take this money and divide it among the small tables."

When Jing'er heard this, she quickly waved her hands and refused: "Miss, how can this mean that the money was won by you? How can Xiaozhuo and I take it?"

Shen Wanqing gently held Jing'er's hand, her eyes gentle and firm. "Jing'er, listen to me. This money is useless to me right now. Xiaozhuo used up all the money he earned at the mansion. Although he's recovered now, we still have an elderly mother at home, and she needs money right now. You're going to send money to your brother for school, so this is more than enough for the two of you."

Jing'er's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and her voice trembled a little: "Miss, you are so kind to us. Xiaozhuo and I don't know how to repay you."

At this time, Xiaozhuo also came forward. His face had regained some color, and his eyes were full of gratitude. He bowed deeply to Shen Wanqing and said sincerely, "Miss, I have no way to repay your kindness. From now on, I am willing to serve you like a slave."

Shen Wanqing helped him up, her voice gentle, "You don't have to do this. I've heard that you're well-educated and smart. Now that you're well, it's time for you to gain some experience. As long as you work hard, that will be the best reward for me."

Jing'er, the little table nodded repeatedly: "Miss, don't worry, I will definitely not let you down."

This harmonious scene happened to be seen by an old man not far away. He stroked his beard, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes towards Shen Wanqing.

The snow was still falling, but the atmosphere in front of the Anbao Pharmacy was extremely lively.

The old man packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Shen Wanqing hurried down from the second floor, walked up to the old man, and bowed: "Old sir, thank you so much for today."

The old man smiled and said, "Miss Su is kind-hearted. This is what she deserves."

After saying goodbye to the old man, Shen Wanqing ignored the eyes of others and turned around to leave with Jing'er and the small table.

The three of them were walking on the way back home. Although snowflakes were falling heavily, Shen Wanqing's thoughts were drifting away.

Although she had no worries about food and clothing in the Hou Mansion, it was filled with strife and scheming. To gain a foothold in the mansion, she had to be cautious and careful at every step. Today's gambling was not just about winning money, but also about proving to everyone that she was capable and wise, and not as the rumors said.

Jing'er followed Shen Wanqing, her heart filled with emotion. She knew that although the young lady seemed cold and aloof on weekdays, she was kind and far-sighted in her heart.

"Miss, why are you so nice to me and Xiaozhuo?" Jing'er couldn't help asking.

Shen Wanqing stopped and looked at Jing'er and Xiao Zhuozi. "Jing'er, you've always been loyal and dedicated to me. Xiao Zhuozi's life in the mansion is also difficult, so I'll help him as much as I can. Besides, helping others is also a way to accumulate blessings for yourself."

Jing'er nodded heavily and vowed to protect the young lady for the rest of her life.

After returning to the Hou Mansion, Shen Wanqing asked Jing'er to take the small table to rest, while she went back to her room to think about the next plan.

Xiao Zhuozhuo was also feeling restless. He was a servant doing rough work in the mansion. Ever since he fell ill, his masters had left him to his own devices, regardless of his life or death. Today, with the help of the Fourth Young Lady, he secretly vowed to repay her by working like a slave for her.

Amidst the crowd's admiration, the old man packed up his stall and prepared to leave the bustling place. He had just cured Xiao Zhuo's illness and demonstrated his superb medical skills in this competition. Although he felt a little tired, his heart was full of pride.

Just as the old man picked up his medicine box and prepared to leave, a familiar figure appeared in front of him again.

When the old man saw that it was Du Zhijie, he hurriedly said, "Sir, your cloak is too big and valuable. I cannot accept it. Please take it back." As he said that, the old man was about to take off the cloak.

Du Zhijie smiled slightly and reached out to stop the old man's action: "Old sir, you can keep this cloak. It is not mine, but was entrusted to me by someone."

The old man was slightly startled and looked at Du Zhijie with some confusion.

Du Zhijie looked implicitly in the direction where Shen Wanqing left. The old man understood instantly and appreciated Shen Wanqing's attentiveness a little more.

"Old sir, it's windy and snowy today. How about going to see a play with me?" A hint of anticipation flashed in Du Zhijie's eyes.

The old man was a little hesitant. After all, he and Du Zhijie had only met today. Although Du Zhijie had supported him before and gave him a cloak, which made him feel good about him, it seemed inappropriate to accept the invitation so rashly.

As if sensing the old man's concerns, Du Zhijie said sincerely, "Old sir, your medical skills are superb, and your integrity is even greater. I admire you greatly. This play is performed by a famous actor from Beijing. It's a rare opportunity. Consider it a consolation for you today."

The old man's heart was moved by what he said, and he finally nodded: "Thank you very much, young master."

Du Zhijie showed a rare look of joy on his face. He clasped his fists towards the old man and said, "Old sir, please."

The old man followed Du Zhijie for a few steps, but saw him suddenly stop and turn around.

Before the old man could react, Du Zhijie had already reached out and grabbed the old man's shoulder, saying softly, "Old sir, I'm sorry."

Before he finished speaking, Du Zhijie tapped his feet lightly, leaped with the old man, and flew directly onto the roof.

The old man felt the wind whistling in his ears and was startled. Before he could even scream, his feet had already landed firmly on the roof.

Standing on the roof, looking down at the snowy scenery of Kyoto, the old man was filled with shock.

"Old sir, it's faster to get to the theater from here."

The old man calmed down from his shock and said, "Young Master, you are really good at fighting."

Du Zhijie said nothing and quickly moved forward on the roof with the old man.