Yueyao put down the Purple Hair Calligraphy Brush in her hand and turned to look at Hua Lei, "If you know, you know, those who don't think the sky is falling. Be more composed in the future, a small matter has you all flustered." Knowing didn't matter much; she was just waiting for the Lady family to find out.
When Hua Lei went to fetch the silver note, she repeatedly warned her uncle that this matter was of great importance and not a word should be leaked. She never expected it to go awry: "Miss, what should we do? If the Old Madam finds out..." If the Old Madam found out that they had been placing bets behind the Miss's back, at worst, they would be beaten to death, and at least, they would be sold off.
At this moment, Hua Lei couldn't help but regret—if she hadn't recommended her uncle to serve the young lady, none of this would have happened.
Yueyao turned to Hua Lei, "Did your aunt mention how much was bet?"