The Gardener’s uncontrollable roar left the maid bewildered.
In confusion, she murmured, "Yes, the tulips are planted by you, why can’t you sell them yourself? Why should soone be a slave from birth... Why..."
The Gardener grew even more hysterical, his outburst unrestrained, "Just because he is born of a bloodline more noble than ours? Just because he has a title, he’s an aristocrat?"
"He can deprive of the fruits of my labor, offer the tulips I planted to the nobility of the main city, and sell them at high prices to those rchants!"
"Every ti I see him exchange the tulips I’ve grown for a big bag of gold coins, can you understand how I feel? Oh, no, you could never understand! You’ve fallen for him, a servant in love with a noble!"
"You’re truly ridiculous, pitiable, longing for sothing even more unrealistic than I do!"
"I long for freedom, for money, whereas you... you long for the love of a noble!"
"Do you think you’re Cinderella from the fairy tales?"
"Foolish woman, don’t forget, even though Cinderella was mistreated at ho, forced to do chores like a maid, her status was still that of a noble! Her father was a noble, her mother was a noble, her stepmother was a noble, and she herself was a noble, with noble blood flowing through her veins!"
The maid felt as if struck by lightning; she stumbled and fell to the ground, looking up at the Gardener, "Cinderella... was never a maid; Cinderella was the daughter of nobles, she was nobility... That’s why she was worthy of the Prince..."
The Gardener scoffed, looking down on her with disdain, "The Prince will never look favorably upon a commoner, let alone marry one! Cinderella was eligible to attend the ball, eligible to marry the Prince, because she was also a noble! A noble would never wed a commoner, a servant!"
The maid’s gaze beca vacant and listless, like a blooming tulip suddenly withering away, utterly devoid of life.
The fairy tale of Cinderella constructed a beautiful dream for common girls, inciting their impractical fantasies, dreaming that they would also et their Prince like Cinderella one day.
But they forgot, Cinderella’s father was a noble.
The Gardener chuckled softly, beguilingly, "If you can’t have him, why not destroy him? Or better yet, take him away, make him yours..."
The light returned to the maid’s dim eyes, gradually her mouth curled into a smile, but it was a twisted smile revealing eeriness and madness.
Little Taotie and others wanted to stop the Gardener from speaking further, feeling that sothing was off.
Ji Guang moved a step faster, reaching out to cover the Gardener’s mouth.
The Gardener laughed maniacally, "Do you think you can stop us? Do you think there are only the two of us?"
The Gardener’s gaze shifted toward the direction of the dog hole.
Through the dog hole, many people crawled in.
One after another, clad in patched clothing, dirt-smudged faces—they were the poorest people in the city.
They were those oppressed by the nobles, unable to raise their heads.
They were the ones kneeling on the ground, begging for the compassion and alms of the nobles.
The Gardener sneered, "You can’t stop us!"
The ragged crowd lunged toward Ji Guang and the others, intent on capturing them all.
The situation flipped from Ji Guang and his group, who were initially overpowering the Gardener and the young man with superior numbers, to the opposite.
Ji Guang looked nervously at the young girl standing in front of him, protecting him, "Little Taotie, quickly get behind !"
"Brother Guang, don’t be scared! I can protect you!" Little Taotie blew on her chubby little fists, "I’ll knock them all down!"
Next up was Little Taotie’s solo ti!
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