The young lord’s eyes grew wider, and Tao Yu realized she had misspoken. After a moment of reflection, she seriously said: “I was just forgetful. I heard the calligraphy shop in town received a batch of excellent paintings, and I thought you would like them, so I asked someone to inquire and have them delivered home these next few days.”
She glanced at the steward, who immediately nodded in understanding.
The young lord’s expression softened slightly, but before he could speak, Yue Linze let out a mocking chuckle, which infuriated the young lord. He bent down to pick up a fragment and threw it at Yue Linze, who dodged by turning his head.
Seeing the young lord about to attack again, Tao Yu immediately reprimanded: “Enough! Wasn’t hurting him once enough?! Who knows when he’ll recover, you’re too aggressive!”
Hearing her anger, the young lord immediately shrank back, looking aggrieved: “Didn’t you hear what he said? He mocked me first!” As soon as he spoke, he felt wronged again.
“Then mock him back, but how can you hit someone?” Tao Yu glanced at Yue Linze’s bleeding wound and wanted to help him bandage it, but remembering the troublemaker here, she told the steward, “Please help him bandage his wound.”
“Certainly, this young master, please,” the steward said politely.
Yue Linze glanced at the young lord, walked out coldly with the steward, then stopped after two steps and calmly said: “Last night, the master spent twenty million taels of gold to buy me.”
The young lord: “…” Tao Yu: “…” The young lord: “Tao Yu! Give me an explanation!” Tao Yu: “…” It seemed she couldn’t imagine not only the happiness of the wealthy but also their troubles.
