Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1351 - 191, Adding Fuel to the Flames (One More Update)_3

What?!

Not just his jaw, this time Butler Zhou nearly popped his eyeballs out.

Before he could even react, Lin Yuan tossed out another bombshell that nearly scared people to death, "Go to the storeroom and get another one thousand taels of silver, go to Wu Ji and buy another one thousand taels worth of jade brocade for me. I find this jade brocade quite nice, especially suitable for wearing in summer; no wonder they won it at this year’s Royal Merchant Association."

Another thousand taels, another thousand taels! This pile of brocade could more than suffice for outfits for the entire household, why purchase more?

Lin Yuan’s lips curved into a delighted smile; indeed, she initially harbored the intent of giving the Chen family a sight for sore eyes. However, upon seeing the jade brocade, Lin Yuan’s interest piqued, and she felt a bit more genuine. After all, she was going to return to Zhuma Town in a few days; she couldn’t possibly go back empty-handed, right? The jade brocade from the Imperial Merchant Wu Family was just the perfect gift.

"Don’t forget, I need it in half a month!"

The previous thousand taels worth of jade brocade had nearly depleted Wu Ji’s stock, and Lin Yuan knew another thousand would surely mean overtime work for the Wu Family. Fortunately, she had half a month before returning to Zhuma Town, so there was ample time.

Butler Zhou, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, skittered to the storeroom to fetch the silver. He couldn’t stick around in front of Lin Yuan any longer; who knew if the next moment she would have him purchase ten thousand taels worth of fabric?

There wouldn’t be enough silver in the storeroom to afford such splurging!

The incident that happened at the Chen Ji’s door eventually began spreading, albeit on a small scale, within the Capital city. However, what spread the most wasn’t the peachy news about Lin Wei and Xiao Linzi, but the tale of the legitimate mother harshly treating the Concubine’s Son and even cruelly casting him out of the house to wander homeless.

They say when three people repeat something, it becomes accepted as truth. After several days, the rumors grew more intense and even distorted from their original shape.

Some said Lady Jiang was actually a ’Mother tiger’ turned Monster, and the Chen family’s lack of Little Concubines and serving maids was because the old master Chen feared this human-faced beast and dared not take in concubines.

Others said Chen Haigang and Lady Jiang weren’t truly in love, but rather Lady Jiang had forcefully snatched him away. Chen Ruochu’s mother was the woman Chen Haigang truly cherished in his heart. Sadly, the original wife had been kicked out because of Lady Jiang’s outrageous conduct, and even her poor legitimate son had been relegated to the status of a Concubine’s Son.

There were rumors that Lady Jiang, in a fit of jealous rage, had always disliked Ruochu for his intelligence and feared he would usurp her daughter’s inheritance, and might have secretly planned to murder him. Perhaps Ruochu had already been poisoned and killed by Lady Jiang.

Furthermore, the recent absence of Ruochu only fueled the mystery of these rumors. The people were always curious, and countless eyes within the Capital city focused their attention on the Chen family’s inner quarters.

Lady Jiang, often staying indoors, wasn’t aware, but Chen Haigang, who spent his days in the shop, knew all too well. Every time he went out and was stared at with either sympathetic or pitiful eyes, it made his skin crawl.

Could his clothes be too shabby whenever he went out? Why did everyone look at him as if he were a wife enduring mistreatment?

Naturally, another person who couldn’t bear the rumors was Chen Leyao. Up and down the Red Smoke Pavilion, all the embroidery ladies had heard of the matter.

Even once, as Chen Leyao was engrossed in studying new embroidery techniques, Luo Sanniang, who appeared deep in her own embroidery trance, suddenly wiggled over to her side, looked down and whispered secretively, "I heard your mother is a ’mother tiger’ turned Monster; does that not make you a little tiger?"

Chen Leyao abruptly lifted her head, and the embroidery needle pierced her own finger, pain radiating directly to the heart. Yet she felt no pain at all.

Luo Sanniang, who was pretending to embroider but was actually brimming with gossipy curiosity, instantly paled with fright. Scooping up her small embroidery frame, she ran off screaming, "Aaah, don’t eat me, don’t eat me!"

Chen Leyao’s faced bore a helpless expression.

The other embroidery ladies in the Red Smoke Pavilion stared dumbfoundedly at the suddenly hysterical Luo Idiot and couldn’t help but cover their mouths and giggle. Even this fool, whose only concern was embroidery to the point it made her forget to eat or sleep, had heard the rumors, thus demonstrating just how widespread the talk had become.

What great household in the Capital didn’t have its dark secrets? Stepmothers looking down on Concubine’s children was common, but they were mostly unspoken understandings. It was just the Chen family’s minor matter was being blown out of proportion in the Capital.

If one said there wasn’t someone fanning the flames, encouraging the spread, she wouldn’t believe it even if killed.