Having come into an unexpected fortune, Wufu hugged the small box and had a good sleep. The next day, she awoke refreshed and even contentedly kissed the box, which amused Hongyu, who was carrying water in.
"Miss seems very happy!"
Wufu said, "With such a large sum of money, how could your young lady not be happy? How does that saying go? Even if I broke my leg, I wouldn't have to worry for the rest of my life."
"It's all because of Miss's good karma." Hongyu passed her some Green Salt to rinse her mouth and then offered a warm handkerchief.
Wufu said, "Our Xiao Hongyu has become quite the sweet talker. Don't worry, just for your flattery, I will prepare a respectable dowry for you and send you off to marriage joyfully when the time comes."
Hongyu's face turned red: "Miss, your servant is only eleven years old."
A few days ago, Hongyu had celebrated her birthday, officially turning eleven.
