Full Time Servant

"What? You said..." Xiaoyao initially wanted to mention the words he'd trapped her with before, but the Young Miss rudely interrupted him.

"That's fine, but that doesn't mean I won't settle accounts with you."

"But... Young Miss, I originally came to fumigate for you that day. You were the one who insisted on dragging me to see the Third Young Master's results, which caused that situation."

"Weren't you coming to find me to go with? Weren't you going to test the effects?"

"Of course not! I'm only responsible for the Third Young Master's medicinal baths, but I'm not responsible for whether the effects are achieved."

"..."

The Young Miss fell silent. She recalled the situation from that time—it really seemed to be as Xiaoyao said. That day she saw Xiaoyao working on something in the courtyard, thought he came to find her to go with, and directly dragged him away.

Of course, the Young Miss definitely wouldn't admit it was her fault now. She said very directly: "Regardless, you have to compensate for my clothes!"

"Fine. Give me some money and I'll go buy materials." Xiaoyao said somewhat distressedly, muttering in an almost inaudible voice—looks like I'll have to pull all-nighters for the next few days!

"What? You're compensating me, but still want me to spend money? What's the difference between that and me buying them myself," The Young Miss seemed not to notice Xiaoyao's wording, thinking he wanted her to buy the original clothes.

"There's no difference. You go buy them, and once you've bought them, I'll come pick them up." Xiaoyao also didn't notice the Young Miss's misunderstanding and spoke directly.

"After I buy them, what are you coming to pick up!! Hmph, do you think those clothes are easy to buy? There are ones personally made by masters from Qingxiu Workshop—each one is unique."

"I know they're unique and can't be exactly the same, but at least they can look identical."

"Even if they look identical, people won't make them anymore."

"I'll make them."

"What use are you... eh, wait, what did you just say? You mean you want me to buy materials and you'll make the clothes?"

"Yes, if you won't let me buy them, I'll give you a list and you can buy according to it," Xiaoyao nodded. This was what he meant originally—he didn't understand why the Young Miss was asking this.

"Damn, this lady isn't asking you that. This lady is asking if you can make them?" The Young Miss widened her eyes, looking at Xiaoyao very bluntly—no, very directly asking.

"Of course. Exactly the same is impossible, but 80-90% similar is achievable." Xiaoyao replied.

"80-90% similar is enough—I'm just wearing them for fun, But... kid, how do you know this?"

"As a full-time servant, I must know all the servant skills. I still have many things I haven't learned yet and am working hard on them," Xiaoyao said with solemn respect, as if revering the servant profession like a deity—his lifelong pursuit.

"Though I don't understand why you pursue this, I have to admit you're a very interesting little servant. Keep working hard—this lady thinks highly of you," The Young Miss patted Xiaoyao's shoulder.

"Thank you, old lady..." Xiaoyao replied smoothly—this was a slip of the tongue, definitely a slip.

"Scram! Who's your old lady? Are you taking advantage of this lady," The Young Miss scolded angrily, raising her hand to hit Xiaoyao, seemingly forgetting she was still calling herself "old lady."

"Young Miss is mighty. This humble one was wrong, This humble one will scram immediately..." Xiaoyao realized his terrible mistake and immediately disappeared, very slippery.

"Hurry and scram... wait, you scram back here," The Young Miss shouted irritably.

"Yes, Young Miss!" Xiaoyao obediently "scrammed" back.

"Here's money. When can the clothes be finished?" The Young Miss took out her money pouch, casually giving Xiaoyao dozens of taels of silver. Though she'd seen Xiaoyao skim profits, she knew his profit-skimming methods would protect her interests.

"Depends on the situation. Based on Young Miss's wardrobe, it's not particularly extensive—ten days should do it." Xiaoyao took the silver, counted it, took ten tales from it, and returned the rest to the Young Miss.

"Good, I'll find you again in ten days!!" The Young Miss didn't count the money or insist Xiaoyao take more for backup, because she felt he had definitely planned it out already.

"Then this humble one takes leave first..." Xiaoyao bowed, looking at the Young Miss. As a servant, he naturally needed to ask permission before leaving the Young Miss's presence.

"You go..."

The Young Miss waved her hand, letting Xiaoyao leave. Soon after, she thought of a very serious problem.

"Damn it! Kid, how do you know what's in this lady's wardrobe. You kid opened it and looked."

"Of course! When cleaning and airing clothes, even without that, when purchasing and organizing accounts, I've also seen them and can make statistics..."

"..."

What exactly do you do, kid? How do you do everything!!!

The Young Miss really wanted to grab Xiaoyao and ask this question, but at this moment she was no longer in the mood, and Xiaoyao had already run far away.

...

At a subsequent gathering of high society...

"Mo Yu, are your clothes from Qingxiu Workshop? Very nice." said a young miss from a great family who was very knowledgeable about clothing.

"Mine are imitations of Qingxiu Workshop, made by one of my little brothers." The Young Miss had no idea what concealment meant and spoke straightforwardly, turning Xiaoyao into her "little brother."

"Are you joking? This craftsmanship is definitely from a master's hand. However, I know all the masters at Qingxiu Workshop, and this seems a bit different, yet also similar..."

"Little girl, if you want to study it, why don't we find a place to study it properly..." The Young Miss looked at that young miss and said with a smile. It was unclear whether she was deliberately changing the subject or really interested in studying with the other party.

"Go away. Do you want to die? Molesting me."

"If I don't molest you, who should I molest? My great beauty. Come, give me a kiss..."

"Perverted woman..."

...

"Double Heaven Supreme, kills all!!"

Xiaoyao slammed the table, shouting at a group of servants. This was the servants' secret small gambling den where people often came to gamble a bit, though the amounts weren't very large—at most a month's wages in winnings or losses.

Xiaoyao sometimes came to relax and gamble a little before leaving. Today, perhaps because he'd been rather prominent lately, people dragged him to be the dealer.

Originally he wanted to decline, saying he had no money, but the others wouldn't accept it, saying if he had no money he could owe it and pay back slowly when he had money. Since the amounts weren't large and it was just for fun, Xiaoyao agreed.

The result was incredible—whether due to Xiaoyao's good luck or hidden gambling skills, he actually—

"Damn, are you cheating, kid!! How is it that you're always just a bit bigger? I had double people double earth this hand—damn it, you got double heaven supreme! This is definitely suspicious!!" A burly servant overturned the gambling table. This situation was unbearable.

Originally the cards in his hand would have been unbeatable in normal times, with basically no possibility of anything bigger appearing. But enemy cards appeared, and in the dealer's hands no less, making his heavy bet go down the drain.

People who lose money always get a bit impulsive. This was still relatively mild—just overturning the table without hitting anyone.

"I didn't cheat. If you suspect me, feel free to verify. Also, someone else can be a dealer—I happen to have no time and need to work." Xiaoyao unhurriedly collected the money and prepared to leave.

"Want to leave! Not so easy—body search!!"

The servant who lost money blocked Xiaoyao, and other servants who lost money also blocked his way. There wasn't just one person with such losing experiences—today was very strange, everyone felt it was strange. That was because Xiaoyao kept winning without ever losing.

"Then hurry up—I don't have much time." Xiaoyao readily cooperated with the body search.

The result was predictable—he had nothing on him. However, some still didn't believe it, so Xiaoyao simply stripped naked except for underwear, leaving no room for suspicion.

Then Xiaoyao left to attend to his work.

After Xiaoyao left, everyone present felt he definitely had some scheme but no one could figure it out. Since the money lost wasn't much, no one pursued the matter further, each going about their own business.

Xiaoyao indeed hadn't cheated, or rather, he hadn't made any cheating moves. He just remembered this deck of cards, then it was simple—he just had to find ways to deal himself the best cards.

The best cards in a round didn't necessarily have to be the biggest—just able to beat everyone, or most people.

As for the methods, there were many. After all, he was the dealer and had many ways to control the initiative.

Originally he hadn't planned to keep winning and had thrown many games, but no matter how he threw them, he still got the best cards. That final enemy hand was the same—he didn't know he could be so lucky to get the best cards.

Luck—this was luck, the kind that could annihilate all exquisite gambling techniques when at its strongest.

"They say lucky in gambling, unlucky in love. Could I have a romantic disaster today? If so, heavens, let this terrible disaster befall me."

With the mood of "if I don't enter hell, who will," Xiaoyao came to his work location today—the courtyard of the Mo family ancestral hall. On that basketball court-sized area, a fighting platform was now being constructed.

"Xiaoyao!!"

A sharp female soprano drilled into the ears of Xiaoyao who had just arrived.

"..."

God, please take back my request just now and let this romantic disaster befall someone else, because this really is a disaster—a very, very terrible disaster.

(End of Chapter)

Double Heaven Supreme - Highest hand in the card game

Double People Double Earth - High-ranking hand in gambling courtyard