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Chapter 143 Shut Up, Don’t Flaunt Your Ignorance

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Shut Up, Don’t Flaunt Your Ignorance

After the meeting, Shen Hua held the gold bracelet that Dowager Cui had taken off from her wrist.

The sky dimmed, and dusk was about to set in. The evening glow on the horizon was being devoured by the night sky. Zhang Su, usually a woman of few words, rarely had a smile on her lips: "Miss Shen, are you going to visit Juchao Pavilion the day after tomorrow?"

Shen Hua paused for a moment with her fingertips.

She was somewhat annoyed: "How come Juchao Pavilion has not yet shut down."

What is Yifeng Hall even doing!

Seeing this, Xue Shuyue pursed her lips: "What nonsense are you talking about? Ever since Juchao Pavilion started working with Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop, all the embroideries they sell are of the highest quality, and their Shopkeeper isn’t as heartless as Yifeng Hall’s, offering lower prices too."

In the past, who would have wanted to buy embroideries from Yifeng Hall?

"Nowadays, the business at Juchao Pavilion is much better than at Yifeng Hall."

She smiled and said: "This Shopkeeper really knows how to do business. He especially invited an embroiderer from Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop over, and the day after tomorrow they will start a three-day grand embroidery appraisal event."

"Even the refreshments and tea on that day are free. It takes a willingness to spend money to be able to make more."

This news, once released, was truly exciting.

To be able to buy embroideries, sit down for a cup of tea, and watch the embroideresses at work, who wouldn’t want to go?

Xue Shuyue: "I’ve got my silver ready, this time I’ll definitely pick out a few more pieces. It’s really annoying to say that Yifeng Hall, seeing most of their customers running off, hasn’t lowered their prices by even one cent."

Shen Hua, not in a hurry to walk away, seldomly spoke seriously: "An embroidery piece, every stitch and thread, is infused with the embroiderer’s hard work. Not to mention anything else, even the silk threads used are personally dyed by the embroiderers. Yifeng Hall’s prices are high, but you get what you pay for."

"Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop has been collaborating with Shengjing’s most prestigious Yifeng Hall for years, yet this year they suddenly turned around to curry favor with Juchao Pavilion by selling at low prices. What for?"

Is Shen Qu out of his mind?

Embroideress? Even the old embroiderers wouldn’t do it. Shen Hua was eager to see who the embroiderer would be these next few days.

Zhang Su’s eyes widened slightly: "Miss Shen, are you implying there’s something fishy going on?"

But Xue Shuyue did not believe it.

"I know you, Miss Shen, don’t lack money, so you look down on Juchao Pavilion, but you shouldn’t be spreading alarming rumors and stopping us from going."

"I’ve seen the embroideries at Juchao Pavilion not long ago, and they are definitely all right. I may not know about business affairs, but I can distinguish good from bad with my own eyes. Perhaps Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop is taking the route of thin profit but high turnover."

Shen Hua cast a glance at her, a cold smile playing on her lips.

An embroidery workshop’s operation requires a massive amount of labor and resources. Thin profit but high turnover?

"Do you know how to do embroidery?"

Xue Shuyue: "Which girl wouldn’t know some basic needlework?"

Shen Hua looked at her as if she hadn’t heard, her gaze steady.

"Do you know why Su Embroidery has become one of the four famous embroideries?"

"What is known as the homeland of Jiangnan, turning needle into paint, do you understand what that means?"

"If you can discern quality with your bare eyes, wouldn’t that mean every girl in the world is a skilled old embroiderer?"

Xue Shuyue: ???

"You—"

She couldn’t help but become irritated: "You say I don’t understand, could it be that you do? Like Miss Shen, who complains of sore legs after a few steps?"

She had seen not long ago, Shen Hua sitting in a wheelchair, with a gold-threaded blanket that slipped off her knees to the floor, and she didn’t go to pick it up!

Instead, she stared at the blanket on the floor for a long while. The hand that was extended hung in mid-air. Talking to herself, her voice was tender and innocent: "Oh dear."

"My hand is so sore."

"I have no strength."

"This is not work I am meant to do."

And then.

"Little ghost, little ghost, where are you?"

She was dumbfounded at the time!

How could there be such a pretentious person!

At that time, the little princess ran up with a pat pat pat, incredulously pointing at her own nose: "You mean you want me to pick it up for you?"

Shen Hua slowly replied: "I bumped my head on the rockery yesterday."

"I’ll pick it up! Stop using this to threaten me. I’ve already apologized to you in front of my second uncle."

Although Xue Shuyue did not understand what threats she was talking about, it was really unbearable for her to look at.

Shen Hua was probably the kind of girl who even needed a servant to repeatedly coax her to take medicine.

Perhaps she had never even touched a needle. How dare she say these things?

Shen Hua, troubled and annoyed, really did not wish to argue with Xue Shuyue, her face cold: "Shut your mouth, don’t flaunt your ignorance."

With these words thrown out, she pressed her lips together and returned to the East Courtyard.

Xue Shuyue stamped her feet in anger.

"She’s just being proud because she’s closer to Madam than us. Who does she think she is?"

Zhang Su seemed thoughtful.

The embroidery from Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop was the hottest selling commodity. It made no sense for Yifeng Hall to shut them out just like that.

Indeed, she had been harboring doubts all along. After all, the business world only cares about profits. It was unnecessary for Yifeng Hall to have such a falling out with Shen Family’s Embroidery Workshop.

"Lady Xue."

Zhang Su called her.

"I’ve thought it over and decided not to buy after all."

"You know I’m confined to my boudoir awaiting marriage, and even though Madam will prepare my dowry, I’ve also saved up some silver over the years. But having heard what Miss Shen said, I can’t help but feel unsettled."

Juchao Pavilion is only cheaper compared to Yifeng Hall.

And accumulating even a few pieces would be burdensome.

Xue Shuyue: "I think she’s just a nobody getting smug. After saying so much, does she even understand embroidery?"

"With just that mouth of hers, she thinks you and I are destitute, that’s why she acts this way."

Zhang Su muttered: "...I am indeed destitute."

Seeing her like this, Xue Shuyue became even more irritated.

"If you’re not buying, then I will."

"Just for those few words she had the nerve to say just now, I’m going to buy even more!"

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On the fourth day, Shen Hua wasn’t late and was the first to reach the private school specifically set up by the Marquis Yangling Mansion.

After the incident, she hadn’t slept well all night.

By the time Cui Rong arrived, she was already lying down.

Cui Rong: "You... are not going to sleep again, right?"

Shen Hua: "Lying on the stomach is bad for the waist."

Cui Rong was about to explode.

"Oh, because you woke up last time with a red mark on your forehead? So—"

She said with a raised voice: "You had the concubine’s couch brought over!"

Shen Hua did more than just have the concubine’s couch brought over. She was also covered with a thick blanket.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Cui Rong: "I want to lie down with you."

"Not possible."

Shen Hua earnestly admonished her: "You should focus on learning. Don’t always think about comfort."

She truly did something Cui Rong wanted to do but didn’t dare to.

Jealous, Cui Rong, upon hearing the footsteps coming inside, gritted her teeth and said: "Teacher!"

"You can tolerate this?"

Cui Yun entered slowly, his gaze landing on Shen Hua on the enormous concubine’s couch, his brow knitting together fiercely.

Even he took a long time to recover.

"The teacher is not here today, and I’m free for once, so I’ll personally instruct."

His voice was calm and unhurried, like a clear spring striking against rocks, wrapped in a bit of coldness and indifference.

Cui Rong was even more eager to complain. But then she saw the pastries Cui Yun was carrying.

"Thank you, Uncle."

She ran up and eagerly hugged them in her arms.

"The teacher said you’ve been diligent these past few days. This is a reward, have it after class."

"Mhm, mhm."

Shen Hua propped herself up. Her gaze met Cui Yun’s.

Cui Yun concealed a sneer. He thought Shen Hua would at least be a tad ashamed.

But Shen Hua wasn’t.

The girl furrowed her brow.

"I have worked hard too."

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