Qin Zhenniang had been taught to be dignified and generous since she was a child, and she hated others' pretentiousness. When she saw the woman posing and posing, she exhaled forcefully: "There are many people here and the smell is dirty. Camellia brought Brother Ping and Brother An down."
Although this sentence was aura, it did not bring out any right or wrong, but Mira's eyes had already glanced over.
Elara Qin knew that Mrs. Mira didn't want Qin Zhenniang to lower her status and be angry with a slave, so she squeezed her hand and said quietly: "Aunt Qing will take care of these people. Fourth sister doesn't need to say anything."
Qin Zhenniang was smart after all. She had come to her senses, pinched Elara Qin with her backhand, and nodded slightly.
Qingping knew what was going on, so she was not as gentle and gentle as usual. She lowered her voice and pointed at the slaves in front of her: "These are Yunxiang, Saixian, Zhanhe, and Siliu. You haven't met my wife yet." "
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