Because I'm Good with Words and Know How to Flatter, I, a Mere Maid, Achieved Great Success

From a young age, I was good at flattery. I rose from a janitor to a second-class maid entirely thanks to my silver tongue. It was a survival skill, nothing shameful. Back then, I was a maid in the Marquis's mansion, and the young master was a notorious spendthrift. He'd give me an ounce for a bowl of noodles. Ten ounces for auspicious words. With my sweet talk, I amassed quite a bit of money by flattering him. The most generous time was when he lost a bet and burned my indenture, then stuffed five hundred ounces of silver into my hand. "Come on, come on, seeing you reminds me of my gambling losses, bad luck." I used the money to redeem my sister and opened a small embroidery shop in Jiangnan. Later, I met him again at the mansion...