Gu Fei's eyebrow quirked. "Wait, I'm not Lan Zhi. I'll go get her for you."
The old woman froze, her face twitching. 'I was told it was the pretty girl behind the counter,' she thought. 'And this girl is certainly pretty. Who'd have thought I'd get the wrong one?'
"Lian'er, go get Lan Zhi."
Lian'er glanced at the old woman, answered in affirmation, and headed to the back courtyard.
Lan Zhi came out holding an embroidery hoop. "Little Fei, you called for me?"
Gu Fei jutted her chin toward the old woman. "There. The matchmaker's for you."
Lan Zhi's face instantly flushed crimson. She turned away and huffed, "Little Fei, you're getting more and more out of line! Always spouting nonsense."
The old woman hurried over to Lan Zhi and curtsied. "You must be Miss Lan Zhi?"
"No need to be shy, Miss. I am indeed here today to arrange a match for you."
Lan Zhi waved her hands dismissively. "Go away, go away! I don't need you to arrange a match for me."
