The two of them had successfully divided the spoils, and Shen Hua sat there indolently, her gaze shifting slightly. It fell upon those kneeling servants who still wore expressions of utter reluctance.
More specifically, it centered on a wet nurse dressed in fine cloth.
Given her attire, those unaware would think she was a rich lady. Who knows how much she had skimmed off the top.
Shen Hua asked carelessly.
"Whose idea was it to bring the little girl to the Marquis Mansion?"
The wet nurse's thoughts were in turmoil.
She knew that the Marquis Mansion had many cousins, but having seen the world, she was aware that Shen Hua's garments must be of great value. The girl's delicate gestures spoke of genteel charm, and judging by the affection between Shen Hua and Cui Rong, her status must be esteemed.
This was not the type of person to be trifled with.
