"Miss……"
Not long after Song Wan got up, he saw Heng Zhi standing next to the embroidered couch with an ugly face. She glanced at the maidservant in the room who was as silent as a cicada, and asked with a smile: "What happened to the uncle?"
"Last night, the uncle asked Lingyun to send his personal belongings to the Xiuyan Pavilion. This morning, even the bedding and personal maids were moved there."
"Miss……"
Heng Wu's eyes were red, and big tears hung in his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry.
"Uncle, he... is too bullying."
Her young lady was the eighth-carrying sedan chair of the Hou Mansion, and the legitimate wife who was carried in from the main entrance had paid homage to her ancestors. The Song Mansion has not yet fallen, how could the Hou Mansion dare to humiliate them to this extent?
Although there are families in Beijing who dote on their concubines like treasures, I have never heard of any man in the palace not consummating his wife for the sake of his concubine.
If this were told to outsiders, they would think that their young lady had some serious disease and how ugly she was.
"Miss, what do you mean by this? Is he trying to prevent you from giving birth to the eldest son of the Marquis, so that he can make way for the little prostitute's child?"
"Miss……"
"Okay Hengwu, you made my head hurt because of your noise."
Song Wan smiled and comforted her, but his face was extremely gloomy.
Heng Zhi's eyes were also red, and she said with annoyance: "On that day in the palace, the uncle clearly said that he wanted to consummate the marriage with the young lady, and also said that he wanted to hang up the picture of the two immortals in harmony. What are they doing now? But Aunt Lin and the uncle said What did you say that made you behave like this?"
Vanilla gritted her teeth and said: "No, we can't let the two of them go on like this. I will go find the old lady. If the old lady doesn't pay attention, I will go back to the house today to find the master..."
After saying that, Vanilla wanted to run out, but was stopped by Song Wan.
"What are you going to say to the old lady?"
"Is it possible that the old lady is going to force him to consummate the marriage with me? Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?"
"Miss, what should we do now? If that little prostitute gives birth to a concubine's eldest son, what will you do in the future?"
"The eldest son of a concubine also occupies the title of concubine. At worst, he will adopt a child from the clan."
Seeing that both of them had red eyes, Song Wan smiled and said, "It's time to dress up. If you linger any longer, you will lose time."
The western maid was dressing her up with eight rabbit eyes. Song Wan had been smiling before, but then he realized that no one was paying attention to him, and then he showed a hint of panic.
What the book says about husband is God.
Heaven cannot be violated and husband cannot be separated, but he never said what to do in a situation like hers.
Her mother had never taught her, and she did not dare to tell her aunt about these things. Although her father and brother treated her very well, there was no reason in the world for a daughter to come home and complain about what happened in the house.
She was married into the Hou Mansion wearing a white dress. On her wedding day, no mother-in-law ever told her how she would get along with her husband in the future. Everything was up to her.
Song Wan looked at the person in the mirror and pursed his lips slightly.
After dressing up, Song Wan and Heng Zhihengwu left the house. Jiang Xingjian was waiting for her in the courtyard as before, but for some reason, she suddenly remembered the scene when she took the initiative to hold his hand, but was thrown away.
A familiar sense of shame swept through his body. Song Wan felt his hands and feet stiff and his throat tight.
She had lived for eighteen years and had never felt so ashamed of her actions that day.
Walking two steps behind Jiang Xingjian, Song Wan lowered his voice and was filled with discomfort.
"My husband, please come first."
Looking at the distance between the two of them, Jiang Xingjian's brows furrowed almost unnoticeably.
He took a step forward, and Song Wan hurriedly took a step back.
Jiang Xingjian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"you……"
"I'm afraid grandma is already waiting. It's not good to waste time."
After saying that and standing behind him, Jiang Xingjian was silent for a moment, then turned and went to Mrs. Jiang's Fuhe Hall.
Although Song Wan is now in charge of the palace, Mrs. Jiang is still the real person in charge of the palace.
You can abide by the old rules if there are old rules in the house. However, such as adding monthly silver to the slaves and letting the slaves go home, you still need the approval of the old lady. Song Wan had said hello to these things in advance, but when it came down to it, he still had to tell Mrs. Jiang.
The time was wasted by going back and forth. Jiang Xingjian was with her. Seeing that her mouth was dry from talking, she handed her a cup of tea.
Looking at the man's palm, Song Wan was stunned for a moment, but did not raise his hand to take it.
Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows and placed the tea cup on the coffee table after a moment's thought. Song Wan didn't want to drink at all, but seeing that Mrs. Jiang and Mother Jiang were staring at him, he took a sip with a slightly red face.
"What are you thinking about? Are you so lost in thought?"
Lin Jiayue saw Jiang Xingjian looking absent-minded when he came back from Fuhe Hall, so she couldn't help but ask.
When Jiang Xingjian came to his senses, he didn't say that he thought Song Wan's temperament today was weird and hard to figure out.
"You've been reading the ledger all morning, but is there anything difficult to do? Why don't you talk to me and I can give you an idea."
Jiang Xingjian thought that she usually had some ingenious ideas, and he wanted to coax her to pass the time, so he briefly told Lin Jiayue about the current situation in the house, and also talked about the results of Song Wan's handling a few days ago.
After listening, Lin Jiayue took the account book, found a thin charcoal strip wrapped in several layers of cloth from the room, and quickly calculated on the paper.
"Oh my god, the Hou Mansion can't make ends meet now. How can such a small amount of income support such a huge expense? If this continues, I'm afraid it will be completely empty in a few years."
Jiang Xingjian smiled lightly: "That's true."
Lin Jiayue raised her lips slightly: "I have a way to turn losses into profits, do you believe it or not?"
"Do you have any idea?"
"Of course, but...I won't tell you."
Lin Jiayue dropped the charcoal stick in her hand and said with a half-smile: "Anyway, I am not in charge of the Hou Mansion now. Since the old lady and my wife trust the one in the main courtyard so much, let her find her own way."
Jiang Xingjian smiled lightly but said nothing.
"What, you don't believe that I can turn a loss into a profit? Or do you think Song Wan is doing a good job?"
Her voice was slightly higher, and Jiang Xingjian said, "You haven't recovered yet, so go and take a rest."
Lin Jiayue supported her chin with one hand, blinked her round eyes and looked at Jiang Xingjian with a smile: "Do you know what it means to increase revenue and reduce expenditure?"
"The master of the Ming Dynasty must be careful to maintain its harmony, control its flow, open its source, and consider it at the right time..."
Jiang Xingjian put down the account book in his hand and asked: "This sentence comes from Xunzi's chapter on enriching the country. Why do you suddenly mention this?"
“……”
Lin Jiayue paused, a little surprised.
She first thought that increasing revenue and reducing expenditure came from later generations of economics, but now she felt a little embarrassed when Jiang Xingjian said this.
Afterwards, Lin Jiayue snorted: "You know, Song Wan doesn't know about it, right? If she knew, how could she come up with such a stupid idea? Instead of cutting costs, it's better to increase revenue. What's more, look at her saving those three taels With Er Liang's handiwork, when will it be possible to plug up the hole in the Hou Mansion?"
