Feng Qingge's expression changed. In her heart, she had already dismembered Feng Jiuge thousands of times over.
Nearby, Heijin rolled his eyes and stepped forward with a smile. He bowed respectfully toward Feng Qingge. "Madam, the servants spoke out of turn just now, and our hospitality was lacking. I apologize to you on their behalf, and I hope you can forgive us."
Feng Qingge's eyes were fixed on Feng Jiuge. The two smiled at each other, the atmosphere exceedingly strange.
Without turning her head, she waved a hand with elegant nobility. "Enough. Hurry up and prepare rooms for us."
"I am truly sorry, Madam, but we really cannot prepare rooms for you. The Jade Sun Tower has already been reserved by this Ninth Miss, so we truly have no way to arrange accommodations for you."
Heijin delivered these words neither servile nor overbearing, sounding perfectly earnest.
Feng Jiuge raised her brows slightly, a shallow smile on her lips. She climbed right up the ladder Heijin had offered. "Oh my, Boss, you really don't know how to read the room. This is my elder sister, the Eldest Miss of the Feng family who married the eldest young master of the Eastern Qian Zheng family. What kind of relationship do we have? Do I even need to say? Hurry up and prepare several superior rooms for my sister and brother-in-law. Give them the best service and the finest meals. All expenses are on me."
Any ordinary person would be thrilled to hear they could stay and eat for free. Unfortunately, the one in question was Feng Qingge.
Opponents often understand each other best. Naturally, Feng Jiuge had Feng Qingge's temper figured out perfectly. With her personality, if she didn't compete to see who was superior, she would never let it go.
Sure enough, the moment she finished speaking, Feng Qingge hastily refused. "How could we let our younger sister spend money? We can still afford this bit of money. Shopkeeper, how much did my younger sister pay to reserve this place? We'll pay it. Consider it us reserving the inn instead. How about that?"
Heijin's little golden abacus began clacking away again. Feng Jiuge watched the digits stack up in the tens, hundreds, and thousands places and knew Heijin planned to fleece them ruthlessly. She simply opened her mouth to add more fuel to the fire:
"Elder Sister, why be so polite with me? A few million gold coins isn't a large sum. Grandpa dotes on me, and the allowance he gives me is more than enough."
That single sentence struck right at the center of Feng Qingge's heart. Without another word, she directly slammed the banknotes she carried at Heijin, then turned around to fix Feng Jiuge with a cold look. "Younger Sister, you should save that allowance for your dowry. This bit of small change is something I, the dignified young madam of the Eastern Qian Zheng family, can still afford."
It's precisely because you can afford it that I'm scamming you.
Feng Jiuge watched Feng Qingge's departing figure, the smile on her face growing all the more pronounced. She lifted her foot and entered the Hundred Dishes Pavilion. "Bring me a full Manchu-Han feast."
Black Wind and Heiyu, who had appeared silently by Feng Jiuge's side without anyone noticing, had obviously seen the scene just now. "My little mistress, even if you did just vent your anger and feel much better, you can't eat that much."
Feng Jiuge waved a hand, not caring in the slightest. "The two of us, and call Heiyu to join us. If we can't finish, take it back to the kitchen to warm up and send it over to my elder sister and brother-in-law."
Black Wind sneered. "You really hold a grudge."
"I've said it before, I don't like owing others, and I don't like others owing me. Putting laxatives, Intoxicating Fragrance Powder, and rat poison in my food—who knows how many times she's done such things. Wasn't it just because Grandpa gave me a jade pendant that she had her eye on? She has resented me ever since. Even though that jade pendant was thrown away by me long ago, and I no longer even know where it is, she still remembers that matter. So who exactly is the one holding a grudge?!"
Having blurted all of this out in one breath, Feng Jiuge felt her nose sting slightly, inexplicably aggrieved.