The two, each with their servants, sat down in a corner of the teahouse, under the gaze of a few scattered patrons.
Madam Qian had resigned herself to their fate and didn't ask the tea master of the teahouse to attend to them, instead instructing her maid, "Go, get a pot of Cloud Mist tea."
Lady Zhao quickly said, "No, that won't do, we can't have Madam Qian treat us. Let Xiuqin go. We're not familiar with the rules of the capital, just showing her the way will suffice."
Madam Qian didn't decline, "You lead Miss Xiuqin there."
Lady Zhao didn't care if the tea had arrived or not, and sitting across from Madam Qian, she leaned forward, eagerly asking in a low voice, "Madam Qian, with your vast knowledge, could you tell me, how could my Ah Qiao properly run a Construction Industry?"
