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Ye Wushuang said somewhat aggrievedly, "Just tell me, what if I find it? I just wanted to thank the person who appreciated my painting, why are you being so fierce..."

The shopkeeper was extremely annoyed and called over another waiter to kick Ye Wushuang out.

Xu Qing frowned upon seeing this.

The boy looked young, and from his speech, he seemed to be a simple and honest person.

I don't know why the shopkeeper dislikes this person so much.

Moreover, she paid 2 taels for the painting, but the boy only received half a tael of silver. That commission was too high.

However, since I'm the one who bought his paintings, I can't bear to see him being bullied.

"Wait, I'm the one who bought your painting."

Ye Wushuang looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xu Qing sitting at the table.

Ignoring the shopkeeper's dark expression, she ran to Xu Qing as fast as she could:

"Thank you so much, ma'am. Do you need any other paintings? I can paint anything."

Even if I don't know how, I can learn. I'm sure I can meet your requirements, sister. Please give me a chance, okay?

Seeing that this person was trying to steal his business, the shopkeeper no longer bothered to pretend in front of the customers.

He rushed over, grabbed Ye Wushuang's hand, and dragged her outside.

"Get lost already! With your amateurish drawing skills, instead of thinking about how to improve yourself, you dare to recommend yourself?"

Our boss took pity on you and allowed you to consign your paintings to us for sale.

Not only are you ungrateful, but now you dare to steal my business right in front of me.

Get out of here right now! You've offended a customer, you'll regret it!

Although Ye Wushuang felt wronged, she stubbornly stood in front of Xu Qing without moving, her eyes wet as she looked at Xu Qing, waiting for her answer.

Xu Qing stood up and shielded Ye Wushuang, saying, "Shopkeeper, let's talk this out. Why are you pulling and tugging like this?"

The shopkeeper looked at Xu Qing and said with a wry smile, "Madam, you've seen it yourself. This kid is a bit slow on the uptake. No matter how I try to reason with him, he won't listen. I have no choice but to do this!"

Ye Wushuang shouted, "It's clearly you who refused to answer my question! What do you mean I'm not listening? My sister is right here, why are you lying to me?"

He didn't want his sister, who bought his paintings, to misunderstand.

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth: "Shut up! Don't even think about bringing your childish paintings to our Moxianzhai shop to sell again."

We can't sell them, they're just taking up space for nothing. I don't know what the owner was thinking, saying that since people come to the door, they are guests.

If they accept paintings from just any guest, what would their Moxianzhai become?

Xu Qing finally couldn't listen anymore; this shopkeeper seemed to be the type to fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak.

Even if an artist recommended by someone like that has excellent skills, she wouldn't want to use them.

"Shopkeeper, I have some matters to attend to at home. Since the artist hasn't arrived yet, I'll be leaving now. Young man, please come with me."

The shopkeeper was grinding his back teeth to dust; it was all that kid's fault!

But he didn't want to let go of a deal worth several dozen taels of silver, so the shopkeeper tried to persuade him to stay:

"It'll be here soon, madam. I'll send someone to urge it on again. Please sit down and have a cup of tea and some snacks."

"No need."

Xu Qing turned and left the Ink Fragrance Studio, and Ye Wushuang quickly followed behind him.

Reaching the carriage, Xu Qing stopped and said to the young man:

"I really want to hire an artist to paint my portrait. How much would you charge per painting?"

Ye Wushuang smiled obsequiously: "Sister, you just need to buy me drawing paper and paints; I'll bring my own brushes and ink."

I'm overjoyed when someone appreciates my paintings.

As the saying goes, "Gold is easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find; I don't want money."

Xu Qing sighed, "Everything in this prefectural city is expensive. I really don't know how someone with this kind of personality has survived."

Could he be the young master of some wealthy family?

But seeing how rude the shopkeeper was to him, it didn't seem like it.

It's better to ask clearly, otherwise it might be bad if their family comes looking for them after we bring them home.

"My home is not in the prefectural city, and I need quite a few paintings, so it may take several days to complete. I wonder if your family would agree?"

"Yes, yes, let's go now, sister."

Ye Wushuang eagerly climbed onto the carriage.

Seeing that this person was so unguarded and unafraid of being a bad person, Xu Qing felt somewhat helpless.

"You should tell your family that I'll be waiting for you at the city gate."

"Okay, sister, you mustn't lie to me, you have to wait for me."

After saying that, he ran away like the wind.

Xu Zhenzhen heard her mother talking to someone by the carriage. She lifted the curtain and saw that it was a man, so she didn't say anything.

Xu Baobao, being younger and more impulsive, climbed out of the carriage and looked at Ye Wushuang's retreating figure, saying:

"Mom, is that the painter you found for Second Uncle? Could you paint a portrait of me and Sister Zhenzhen too? I'd like to hang it above our bed."

Xu Qing nodded. Anyway, this person was asking for a cheap price, so it was fine if each person in the family could have one painting.

The carriage arrived at the city gate, and soon Ye Wushuang came carrying large and small bags, followed by a girl who looked like a maid.

Her cheeks flushed, and she said somewhat shyly:

"It was my first time traveling far from home, and my mother was a little worried. She insisted that I take so much stuff with me."

I was going to hire a carriage, but I was afraid you'd wait too long, so I came ahead. Madam, please wait a little longer, I'll go hire a carriage.

After saying that, he hurriedly tried to run away again.

The maidservant quickly stopped her mistress: "Please ask Madam's carriage if there's room for the carriage before you go!"

Ye Wushuang disagreed, saying, "How can that be? I have so much stuff, and if you join in, what if you crowd Madam? Oh, let go of me, I'll be right back."

It's not easy for someone to appreciate my painting skills, so I can't afford to upset them.

Xu Qing smiled and said, "I can fit them in, but my family is in the car, so we'll have to squeeze them in."

"Young man, I'm not a lady. Just call me Aunt Xu. May I ask your name?"

They bought a lot of things, and with so many people, they specifically chose the largest car when hiring it.

Ye Wushuang and his maid were both short, and since they would be taking a boat once they reached Ji'an Town, they could just squeeze in.

Ye Wushuang said, "My surname is Ye and my given name is Wushuang. Auntie, you can just call me Wushuang."

The maid rolled her eyes at Ye Wushuang: "See? You're usually so thick-skinned, why are you suddenly acting all coy today?"

Ye Wushuang glared at the maid: "You talk too much. I'm just showing respect to my aunt. If you dare to be so rude again, you can go back."

Ye Wushuang turned to thank Xu Qing and then climbed into the carriage.

The maidservant wasn't afraid of Ye Wushuang at all. She stuck out her tongue at his back, made a face, and got into the carriage after him.

The one-armed beggar was driving the car outside, while Xu Qing and his group sat inside.

Xu Qing reached out to take Ye Wushuang's hand.

Baby Zhenzhen looked at the master and servant with curiosity. They had heard their conversation from the carriage.

The servants in Zhou Chenggong's household respected their master very much and dared not look him in the eye.

This is the first time I've ever seen a maid so audacious and presumptuous in front of her master.

The baby asked Ye Wushuang, "Young Master Ye, how old are you?"

Ye Wushuang cupped her hands and replied, "I'm 16 this year."

The baby suddenly realized something, and winked, saying, "No wonder, this sister must be your favorite maid, concubine, or mistress. Am I right?"

If she were his wife, she would definitely go with him openly and honestly, and would never dress up as a maid.