A concubine? You're more like a joke. I'd rather send you to your death.

"I wouldn't call myself famous, but I certainly don't have a good reputation. Given Young Master Ye's extraordinary demeanor, it's best to leave as soon as possible. Being with someone like me might lead to trouble."

Bai Luoluo was thinking of what to say, but Aunt Zhang wouldn't miss the chance to slander her.

It's pointless to talk about things behind closed doors in the General's Mansion, but it's perfectly fine to put on a good show in this Linglong Pavilion.

"Miss Bai is too kind. Please feel free to ask if you need any help. I just happen to have some free time today."

Ye Ming's eyes were filled with a smile, giving off a kind-hearted look.

Seeing his reaction, Bai Luoluo made up her mind.

Since they don't want to leave, they might as well get involved and stir things up even more.

"Young Master Ye is kind-hearted. Since you wish to stay and help, I will not stand on ceremony."

Ye Ming's lips curled up slightly; he was quite curious to know just how impolite it would be.

"If Miss Bai says so, I am inexplicably looking forward to it."

Bai Luoluo glanced at the charming Ye Ming and said, "Don't worry, I won't let Young Master Ye down. The show might start soon. It's not too late to leave now. If you don't leave and get involved with me, don't regret it later and say I bullied you."

Bully?

The smile in Ye Ming's eyes deepened.

"You lowly commoner, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

At that moment, a woman came out of another inner room.

This person was Zhang Xiyan.

She looked at Bai Luoluo with disdain.

"The term 'lowly commoner' is part of your family upbringing. I remember your grandfather was Zhang, a Hanlin scholar, a man of both literary talent and moral character. I wonder if you, by constantly referring to yourself as a lowly commoner, have ever lived up to the kindness of his teachings?"

Although the original owner was not close to Zhang Qingyang, this Lord Zhang in the book had a very upright moral compass and secretly did a lot of things for the original owner.

However, due to the instigation of Zhang the witch, the original owner had no good feelings towards this maternal grandfather. She even felt that every time they met, he would lecture her. She was annoyed by his constant lecturing and rarely went to the Zhang residence.

In the end, Zhang Qingyang committed suicide by crashing into the main hall in order to plead for the original owner of the body.

It can be said that they valued the original owner very much, and only asked Gu Yanjin to spare the original owner's life.

Unfortunately, even being hit and killed did not sway the ruthless Gu Yanjin.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Xiyan felt a little guilty. Her grandfather was extremely strict with her and forbade her from causing trouble outside.

But she's just a lowly commoner; so what if she bullies me today?

"You'll be punished by kneeling when you get back if you say that. Think it through before you speak. Don't be arrogant. You might become cannon fodder and be used by others to your death."

This guy's stupidity is one thing, but in the end, it implicated the original owner's uncle, who was exiled.

If you don't wake up now, the outcome won't be any better.

Thinking of this, Bai Luoluo suddenly felt that her mission was of great importance. Not only did she have to escape the fate of being cannon fodder, but she also had to save the original owner's maternal grandparents' family.

"You actually cursed me to die! You are truly a vicious and lowly commoner!" Zhang Xiyan was furious. She looked at the two maids beside her and said, "You two idiots, hurry up and slap this lowly commoner!"

Upon hearing this, the maidservant hurried forward.

Seeing this, Bai Luoluo crossed her legs and asked, "Are you two sure you want to help the wicked?"

Upon hearing this, the two maids were slightly taken aback.

Then, with a look of disdain in his eyes, he said, "You have offended my young lady, so don't even think about leaving Linglong Pavilion today."

If you don't listen to advice, then don't blame her for taking action.

If you give someone respect and they don't appreciate it, then don't call her cruel.

Bai Luoluo's eyes and brows were icy cold.

"Why aren't you doing it yet?"

Zhang Xiyan grew increasingly angry as no one slapped her for a long time.

Upon hearing this, the two maids made a rude attempt to grab Bai Luoluo's hair.

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson on what it means to slap someone in the face."

Bai Luoluo immediately dodged to the side and grabbed a maid's collar with a wave of her hand.

"Slap slap........."

He immediately attacked from both sides.

"what........."

The maid screamed in agony.

Bai Luoluo forcefully flung the maid aside and punched the terrified maid twice.

"what......."

The maid was knocked to the ground.

"Fool, now it's your turn. Since Lord Zhang failed to teach you properly, today I'll teach you how to be a humble person."

At this moment, more and more people gathered around.

Zhang Xiyan was terrified when she saw Bai Luoluo's arrogant demeanor.

Looking at the maid groaning on the ground, her legs trembled. After all, she was a lady from a respectable family and never had to lay a hand on anyone.

Nowadays, more and more people are watching the spectacle, and she absolutely cannot lose in terms of momentum.

"You lowly commoner, now that you know who I am, do you still dare to lay a hand on me? Do you have a death wish?"

"You bastard, you still don't know how to repent even now, and you still dare to call yourself a lowly commoner."

Bai Luoluo immediately strode forward and grabbed Zhang Xiyan's hair.

"Snapped!"

Just go up and slap him.

"You lowly wretch, I want you dead."

Zhang Xiyan had never been beaten like this before, and she was immediately filled with shame and indignation.

"You want me dead? You're not qualified."

Bai Luoluo executed a judo throw, sending Zhang Xiyan crashing to the ground.

"what........."

She was immediately thrown around, seeing stars and feeling excruciating pain all over her body.

"Now you know what pain is, right? Be careful what you say next time you go out. Do you understand the saying 'trouble comes from the mouth' now?"

Bai Luoluo squatted down, her expression carrying a hint of murderous intent. This was a warning, but also a way to redeem the original owner's uncle's family.

"Damn bitch, I will never let you get away with this."

"With such a big mouth, it's no wonder you like to talk nonsense. How about I sew it down a bit for you?"

As she spoke, Bai Luoluo produced a silver needle and waved it a few times in front of Zhang Xiyan.

Ye Ming sat in the chair, staring intently at Bai Luoluo, his eyes revealing obvious admiration.

Bai Luoluo is truly a rare gem; she was really covered in dust before.

Rumors are unreliable.

"Whose daughter is this? Isn't it a bit too much to start a fight like this?"

At this moment, the white-clad woman who had failed to seduce Ye Ming spoke with an arrogant air.

"You want a beating too?"

Bai Luoluo raised an eyebrow at her.

"You... how could you be so vulgar? How could this young master be with someone like you?"

As the woman in white spoke, she couldn't help but glance shyly at Ye Ming.

So that's why she's interested in Ye Ming, Bai Luoluo thought with a cold laugh.

"If you like men, go after them. Your barking is useless."

"you........."

The woman in white blushed. "Young master, listen to what she's saying! How can someone so vulgar be worthy of you?"

Everyone looked at Ye Ming, stunned by his devilishly handsome face.

"This young master is truly astonishingly handsome, even more so than His Highness the Third Prince."

"I have never seen such a handsome person."

"I wonder if this young master is married. It would be a good thing to have him come into the manor as a concubine."

............

Some of the young ladies couldn't help but whisper among themselves, staring at Ye Ming with infatuation, unwilling to look away.

Bai Luoluo stood up from the ground, walked to Ye Ming's side, picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Talking too much has definitely strained my voice.

Let me moisten my throat; I'm about to get down to business.

Words of criticism were inevitable, after all, Zhang the witch was no pushover.