Wanjin Lady

Wen Wan looked at Mo Sufang, whose eyes were fixed on the two storytellers in front of the stage.

But after a moment, the ladies sitting under the parasols put down their milk tea, sat up straight, their eyes sparkling, their ears erect like antennas, as if they were afraid of missing a word.

The entire backyard was filled with breeze and tranquility, with only the storyteller's voice.

This scene reminded Wen Wan of the fear of being dominated and manipulated by short dramas in her previous life.

That was really... a whole night passed in the blink of an eye.

The most shocking comment about the skit was: Your brain knows it's shit, but your mouth still has to taste it yourself.

The sound of dripping rain was heard, followed by the clatter of horse hooves approaching. The heavy red door slowly opened, and the real daughter came back from the countryside in a horse-drawn carriage to return to her roots.

The rain seems to be getting heavier.

The sound of rain is very realistic, making people feel as if it is really raining.

The doorman spoke in a haughty voice, "Oh, Miss Gu, Miss Qingfang is sick today. The master and the mistress are all guarding the lady's bedside. Without the mistress's order, we dare not let you in through the main door. I'm sorry to bother you, but please go in through the side door."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone slammed the table, scaring Wen Wan.

"How ridiculous! He's actually against Tian Gang! She's a real daughter! This boy is bullying others by taking advantage of his power, he should be dragged away and beaten with a stick!"

Someone immediately chimed in, "The Shangshu's parents are such fools. They don't care about their own daughter, but instead care about an outsider! Even if they have feelings for their fake daughter, they should at least treat her equally!"

"Everyone in this mansion is a snob! Even Qingwan's parents don't care about her, and the servants are all trying to guess what the master is thinking. Just wait and see, Qingwan will be treated badly after entering the mansion!"

"What's the point of recognizing parents like these? I'd rather go back to the countryside! Didn't I just say Qingwan's adoptive parents are also scholars? Her maternal grandfather was even a scholar. They definitely won't treat her badly!"

"This fake daughter didn't get sick earlier or later, but chose to get sick on the day when people came to acknowledge their ancestors. It's obvious that she did it on purpose!"

"Ouch, ouch, it makes my heart ache!"

The audience's complaints were getting louder and louder. It was obvious that the two storytellers were not unfamiliar with this situation. He reached out and slammed the gavel, and the entire Red Mansion became quiet again.

——Da da da.

There was a sound of light and soft footsteps.

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

"Miss, you can stay here temporarily. Miss Qingfang is sick today, the house is in chaos, and there is no one in the kitchen. I asked someone to bring me a bowl of porridge, please fill your stomach first. You are a generous person, please don't make things difficult for me."

"Why are you being so polite? Didn't you see that the master and the mistress ignored her? She's just a country girl, used to eating porridge and pickles. She gets diarrhea even after being fed delicacies!"

"I'm fine. Mother, go see my sister first. She's sick, and you'll need her care at her bedside. I'm fine."

"The servants all treat me well, and no one has ever wronged their daughter. If mother has something else to do, go ahead and don't worry about me."

Then there was the sound of porcelain shattering.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't insisted on coming back to this house, how could Qingfang have gotten sick! Don't pretend to be innocent. Let me tell you the truth, I only have one sister in my heart, Qingfang! If you behave yourself, I'll still have some consideration for you! But if you dare to bully Qingfang just because you're the real daughter of a noble family, I'll never forgive you!" The young lady's voice trembled. "Brother, you've misunderstood me. It's not that I insisted on coming back, but this mansion of the Minister... is not only your and Qingfang's home, it's also my home."

Sure enough, bursts of complaints were heard from the crowd again!
"This brother is really useless! He's so ruthless! Who can't see that he's just a fake daughter deliberately playing the victim? Qingwan's life is too hard to deal with such a foolish family!"

"This fake daughter is so mean! Hearing this makes me want to punish her!"

"It's true that the fake daughter is bad, but the real daughter is too weak! People are bullying you and you are still being polite to them. It's really unpleasant!"

"Don't mention it, don't we see fake daughters like this often?"

There was another round of grumbling on the steps.

Wen Wan saw that Mo Sufang was listening attentively, "Mrs. Mo, please find a sofa and sit down to listen."

"No need." Madam Mo smiled and shook her head. "I just came here to join in the fun."

The two walked to the side and talked in low voices. Madam Mo reminded her, "The Legend of Jiao Jiao from the last Lantern Festival became a huge hit throughout Bozhou City. Every teahouse was performing that shadow play. You'd better be careful this time. Don't let them steal it again!"

Wen Wan smiled and said, "Madam Mo, don't worry. I have already signed the touring documents with various restaurants and teahouses in advance. Every time we perform a play here, we will start touring the whole city on the third day. I guarantee that the people of the entire Bozhou City will be able to hear this wonderful play."

Mo Sufang raised her eyebrows, not understanding what Wen Wan was up to. "Then why would customers come to your place? I just observed from downstairs that this cup of sweet soup is worth a lot of money! Sweet soup alone can't attract these discerning diners. You must be trying to use this show to keep customers. If you put on this show outside, how will our Red Mansion's business continue?"

Wen Wan smiled and explained, "Who said my play will end today?"

"you……"

Wen Wan lowered her voice, "I plan to perform 'The True and False Daughter' for more than ten episodes, so that each play can run for a month. This way, I can guarantee a month's worth of attendance. Furthermore, even if we talk about Zhijin brocade and Shu brocade, they are world-famous, but only a certain group of people can afford them. The same is true of the Red Mansion. If there weren't people who couldn't afford it to carry the sedan chair, how could the ladies feel that they had spent their money with dignity?"

Mo Sufang smiled.

Only when more people know about "The True and False Daughter" will the fame of "Dream of Red Mansions" rise.

Every time a play is performed, other teahouses can only catch up two or three days later. This time difference... is just right for the popularity of the play to continue to ferment.

"It seems that I have underestimated Miss Wen. In this way, there is no need to worry about the business of the Red Mansion."

Wen Wan said politely, "I rely on the support of all the sisters."

"But..." Mo Sufang didn't question it this time. Instead, she humbly asked Wen Wan, "Since Honglou serves female customers, and your desserts are expensive, why did you send invitations to those people when you opened today?"

Wen Wan looked in the direction Mo Sufang pointed.

It turned out to be the lucky audience members such as Miss Cao and Sister Zhu.

Sister Zhu was holding a cup of milk tea, almost turning the cup upside down on her face, trying to pour out the pearls at the bottom.

It’s exactly the same as the instant noodles she ate when she was a child.

"Most of the female guests coming and going from the Red Mansion are wives of officials, or at the very least, respectable women with considerable wealth. If they saw such people entering and leaving the Red Mansion, they would probably think that the Red Mansion's threshold was too low." (End of this chapter)