C7

I turned my head and saw a very charming and elegant woman. Her eyebrows were curved like the moon, her almond-shaped eyes were blazing with light, her nose was beautiful, her lips were red, her hair was flowing down her shoulders, the white brocade was gorgeous in the green fields, and she seemed even more noble. With a flick of her wrist, the jade ring on top slightly rapped, and a beautiful light flashed across my eyes.

"My name is Xiebao." "No," she said.

Her voice was soft and charming to the bone, soft and sticky like cotton.

The moment this name was mentioned, it was as loud as a thunderclap. I nodded and said, "What business do you have with me?"

We are the difference between clouds and mud. Xiebao, the number one beauty of the capital, Zhang Xibao, is also a cousin of the Yang family.

Now that he looked at it, he felt that she was truly the prettiest in the capital. How could she be so delicate and beautiful?

In the Yang family, Zhang Xibao was even more valued than the Yang siblings, because she was chosen as the number one beauty. In the Yang family, Zhang Xibao was even more valued than the Yang siblings, because she was chosen as the number one beauty.

In the Yang family, everyone wanted to get close to the young miss. With the importance that the young miss had placed on her, they would be able to bring her to the palace with infinite glory.

But now, she is standing in front of me, alone. I don't know what she wants to do. Did he still feel the humiliation of me after coming out?

"Don't misunderstand." "I came to help you."

"Why?"

"I think I can help you." She smiled lightly and looked at me with her bright and beautiful eyes. "Didn't you say you wanted people to help you?"

"If you are here to insult me, you can say a few words. Miss Zhang, I'm sorry, but I have to go back now."

"Do you really not believe it?" The smile on her face grew bigger and bigger.

How can I believe it? A haughty young miss who did not talk to servants.

"Yun Zhiqiu, I did indeed come to help you." She put away her smile and took out a banknote with five hundred taels written on it from her sleeve. She handed it to me, but I didn't take it.

There is no such thing as a free meal in this world. Although I am in need of silver, I also know that there must be a reason for her actions.

"What do you want?" I looked up at her.

She smiled, her face filled with admiration: "I know, do you want to change, do you want to take revenge on the Yang family?"

This sentence surprised me a little.

I shook my head. "I don't want revenge on the Yang family. I don't hate them."

"You should hate them, everyone in the Yang family hates them." A cold light surfaced in her eyes. "Yun Zhiqiu, now that I tell you this, even if I am to reveal my thoughts in front of you, I only want to ask you one question. Do you want to save your mother?"

"Yes." I am willing to go up the mountain of blades and down the sea of fire.

"That doesn't just involve money. The godly doctor in the capital, Lin Luoshui, is not someone who would be cured with money. I have some personal connections with him." She lightly nodded her head and stopped talking.

I already understood. "What are Miss Zhang's conditions?"

She just looked at me and said, "I need a servant, a servant who is not with the Yang family."

"Alright." As long as he could save my mother, it didn't matter who he served. I bent down towards her and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Miss Zhang. I will repay you for saving my life."

She smiled and turned to leave. "I'll come back for you another day."

It really wasn't a dream. I was holding five hundred taels of silver in notes, generous enough to make me feel like I was in a dream. My dear mother's brother, Old Mistress Yang didn't want to have any relationship with my mother anymore, but she still helped me.

Just a servant? Five hundred silver taels could buy ten or more servants for a lifetime.

With the banknotes in hand, if there's anything I can't figure out, I'll put it down.

Wasn't it just a servant? So what if he could save his mother?