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Madam Cui was shocked and furious. She clutched her chest and said, "You wretched child, how dare you hit my people! Don't you even respect me as your grandmother?!"

Cui Yifeng said indifferently, "I wondered why this dog servant dared to be so unruly. It turns out that it was Grandmother who indulged him."

Grandson understands. Grandmother is getting old. If you don't have the energy to manage the servants under your command, grandson can do it for you.

I'll make sure you teach me to obey completely. Alright, Grandmother, the two properties your eldest uncle left you were originally entrusted to me by him because he wasn't comfortable with them.

Since you want to arrange the staff yourself, I'm happy to have some free time. I'll have the servants deliver all the account books, keys, and other items to you shortly.

From now on, you can manage it yourself. How you arrange things and who you arrange things for is none of your business.

Don't bother me anymore, Grandmother. I've had a long day and I'm exhausted, so I won't see you off.

Madam Cui wanted to say more, but Xiangxiu quietly tugged at her sleeve.

Madam Cui wasn't actually standing up for Xiangxiu, but hitting her head maid in front of her was really disrespectful.

But this grandson has never taken her seriously; now the entire Cui family is in his hands.

Madam Cui's only support, her eldest son, was far away in the capital.

There was no point in continuing the conversation, so Old Madam Cui snorted and turned back to her own courtyard.

Xiangxiu covered her face and said, "Madam, we've already achieved our goal, so why get angry with the young master? Don't worry about hurting yourself."

A pang of pity rose in Madam Cui's heart: "You've been wronged."

Xiangxiu smiled and shook her head: "I'm not wronged to help the old lady."

Back in her room, Xiangxiu took a needle and stabbed a rag doll hard. There was a note stuck to the doll.

It was written by Fu Jinjin.

Her tone was chilling: "Your daughter is just as lucky as you are, always pampered and loved wherever she goes."

Why should I make her lose everything? Maybe I can even send her down to keep you company...

The next day.

Xu Qing and his group then continued to explore the city.

The one-armed beggar was already numb.

Women are just too good at shopping and buying things.

Could you please consider that he is also a disabled person?

Instead of caring for him, they treat him like a beast of burden!

Before an hour had passed, his entire body was covered in bandages again.

After wandering around for most of the day, seeing the one-armed beggar looking exhausted, Xu Qing finally had a change of heart.

"Why don't we hire a carriage? We'll need it to get home later."

After loading everything onto the carriage, the one-armed beggar let out a heavy sigh.

Xu Qing did not forget her mission.

After making some inquiries, they headed towards Moxianzhai, the most famous place in the prefectural city for selling calligraphy and paintings.

Upon arriving at the shop, Xu Qing first took a walk around and looked at some of the calligraphy and paintings on display.

Right in the center of the store, in what could be considered the prime spot, hangs a piece of calligraphy that is clearly inferior to the one next to it.

Even Xu Qing, an outsider, could see it, but he didn't know why it was hung here.

When the waiter saw Xu Qing staring at the calligraphy and painting, he assumed that Xu Qing was another person who had bought it to curry favor with the prefect.

However, the more people who flatter them, the better, since they can also get a share of the profits in their shop anyway.

Although the quantity is limited, there are still many buyers.

He quickly introduced, "Sir, you have a good eye. This is the calligraphy of our prefect. Would you like a piece? This is the last one, so I can give you a discount. It's only 200 taels."

Xu Qing was startled. During this time, she saw some paintings that she thought were nice and asked about their prices, which were around 10 taels.

The prefect actually wants 200 taels...

Xu Qing pretended not to hear the waiter's introduction and instead pointed to a very childlike painting, saying:

"Brother, could you please wrap up this painting for me?"

The waiter followed Xu Qing's finger and saw Ye Wushuang's painting.

It's been sitting in the store for over half a year, and even though the price has been lowered again and again, no one has bought it.

Now that someone finally wants to buy it, the shopkeeper happily said, "Great!"

When paying the bill, Xu Qing asked, "Shopkeeper, does the artist of this painting accept commissions?"

The shopkeeper's eyes darted around, and he kindly reminded him:

"Does this lady wish to have her portrait painted? This man has an eccentric temperament, and his painting skills aren't the best in our shop. Perhaps I could introduce you to someone else?"

Xu Qing chose this painting because the waiter had just asked her if she wanted the prefect's calligraphy, and she casually pointed to it when changing the subject, and it looked quite pleasing to the eye.

Now that the shopkeeper said that, Xu Qing hesitated.

She didn't want to cause any trouble at her second brother's wedding.

"Then I'll trouble you, shopkeeper, to introduce me to someone else. How much would that cost?"

The shopkeeper chuckled and said, "A portrait is two taels of silver. If you want a landscape painted, it will be three taels of silver. What kind of painting would you like, madam?"

Xu Qing thought for a moment and said, "I want to paint portraits of two people, plus a landscape. Is there a discount for painting more?"

Upon hearing this, the innkeeper realized it was a big order and led Xu Qing to the guest table, where he was seated and served a pot of tea.

"The kind you're talking about costs 4 liang (200 grams) per sheet. After all, the paper and paints used for painting are not cheap, and the painter also has to put in the effort."

However, if you draw many, I can give you a discount of half a tael of silver per drawing. How many would you like, madam?

Xu Qing wanted to give her second brother a modern wedding.

A red carpet was laid out from the main gate all the way to the stage in the courtyard, and display stands were set up on both sides, with wedding photos hanging on them.

After a quick mental calculation, I replied, "Six paintings for now, maybe more will be added later, maybe not. I can provide the paper and paints myself, could you give me a discount?"

The shopkeeper wasn't one to hesitate, and immediately made a decision:

"Then I'll charge you 3 taels per piece, 6 pieces for 18 taels, that's the cheapest I can offer."

You can try asking around elsewhere. If you find something of the same quality but cheaper, I'll compensate you tenfold.

Xu Qing naturally knew this; she had already inquired about it before coming.

This Moxianzhai is the most famous place in the city to sell calligraphy and paintings. Painters with some reputation in the vicinity like to bring their calligraphy and paintings here to sell.

"I wonder if the painter is free today? Come with me back to paint portraits of my brother and sister-in-law."

The shopkeeper said, "Please wait a moment, I'll go and get someone for you right away."

The shopkeeper beckoned the waiter to call someone, and he returned to the counter to continue calculating with the abacus.

Just then, a thin and handsome young man walked in with a carefree attitude.

"Shopkeeper, have my paintings been sold today?"

The shopkeeper didn't need to look up; he knew who it was just by hearing the voice.

This person comes every day to ask, and if they can't sell it, they lower the price.

He tossed half a coin at him: "It's sold. Don't bother me again. Take the money and get out of here."

Ye Wushuang picked up the half-coin of silver from the ground with delight, blew off the dust, and asked the shopkeeper:

"Who has such good taste? Tell me quickly, I want to go and pay her a visit!"

The shopkeeper, fearing that this person would bother Xu Qing and disrupt his business, said impatiently, "I don't know, the person has already left."

Ye Wushuang, however, seemed oblivious to the shopkeeper's expression and asked with a grin:

"Tell me, shopkeeper, what does that person look like? Is he a man or a woman? How old is he?"

The shopkeeper slammed the abacus down on the counter: "If you still want to sell your paintings in my shop, you'd better get out of here. I'm telling you, do you think you can find someone to help you?"