"Now that you mention it, it's indeed true. It can't be that she's really the lady he's looking for! But thinking about it, she's really pretty."
"Hmph, she's just a girl selling her body for money. Even if the young master loves her deeply, she's only after his wealth," another remarked disdainfully.
"Ah, how can you say that? She might become our young madam," someone countered.
"Tsk, who knows? Maybe she'll just rob the young master one day and run off," a third voice scoffed.
"You're talking about this pretty lady so negatively. It can't be that you're interested in the young master yourself, can it?" another voice teased.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" came the sharp retort.
"A word of advice—look, if you value your life, you'd better drop any interest you might have in the young master," someone warned.
"Stop already," another muttered, tired of the gossip.
"Tsk, not my business anyway," one of them huffed.
