"I didn't hear clearly what your husband said, why don't you say it again?"
"I……"
Jiang Xingjian looked up and saw Song Wan's clear eyes full of disappointment.
The second half of the sentence suddenly got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it anymore.
Song Wan was reluctant for the first time and asked coldly: "I didn't hear clearly what your husband just said."
Although she has a cold temperament, she has always been gentle and docile, and she has never been so aggressive.
Jiang Xingjian thought over and over again and explained: "I am entering the palace with Jiayue, your Majesty..."
“Egyo is simple.”
Song Wan stood up and looked at him condescendingly, his brows as cold as ice: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Concubine Jiang was very fond of Jiayue when she saw her. She made her her concubine. Seeing that Jiayue had some talents, she proposed that she and you should jointly take care of the palace. The affairs in the mansion are complex, and multiple people can help. There’s nothing wrong with you sharing one or two.”
"There's nothing wrong with a good one."
Song Wan's hands were shaking violently while holding the scarf.
She was a rich lady from a serious official family. She had never suffered any grievances in her eighteen years of life, but now she was humiliated time and time again by Jiang Xingjian. How could she bear it?
"I'm afraid I can't find a family in the world where the three generations of mistresses are together, but one concubine is in charge of the middle child. If I had known that the rites in the Marquis Mansion were ruined and the moral integrity was broken, I, the Song Mansion, would never marry him."
"Today I will return the cards in the house to the old lady. As for who will take care of the house in the future, it has nothing to do with me, lest any dirty things happen to me, the daughter of the Song family."
Song Wan turned around and left. Heng Zhi and Nanny Zhao hurriedly followed. Heng Wu looked at Jiang Xingjian, whose face was green and red, and spat: "It's immoral."
The maids and women in the main courtyard of Lanting dispersed with all their cheers, leaving only Jiang Xingjian, who was in trouble.
"Miss……"
Aunt Zhao looked at Song Wan who was sketching out the account book with pen and ink as soon as she entered the room. The tip of her nose was sore: "Miss, what are you doing? Are you really going to give up the power of running the house to that little prostitute?"
Song Wan's hand paused for a moment, then quickly became busy again.
"Calculate all the cards that have been collected in these days, Vanilla, go and get my dowry list."
"Miss……"
Song Wan's eyelids turned red and he said quietly: "Do you think Lin Jiayue can manage the Hou Mansion well?"
"Of course you can't. She acts crazy and unruly. I don't know what trouble will happen in the future."
"That's true, so I can't be in charge of this family together with her."
The joints where Song Wan was holding the brush were pink and white. She took a few breaths to suppress the irritability in her heart.
"Who in the world knows about Lin Jiayue? If something goes wrong in the head of the Hou Mansion, I, Song Wan, will be responsible for all the mistakes. The talents and names of all the girls in the Song family cannot be ruined by me."
"But Miss, if Aunt Lin is favored by the uncle and is in charge of the household, your life will be even more difficult in the future. How old are you now? Is it possible that you will suffer from the bad temper of that little prostitute in the future?"
"Mommy, don't worry."
Song Wan suppressed his thoughts: "As the saying goes, if you climb high, you must fall heavy."
"Concubine Jiang has spoken about this matter, and the Hou Mansion will not disobey her. If I blindly control Zhongfeng and arouse suspicion, why not hand it over, and try to see if Lin Jiayue has the talent to manage a family."
"She just opened one or two shops, and everyone thought she was quite talented. If I didn't let her try, it would make people think about her merits. And no matter how well I do, others will think that Lin Jiayue can do it. better."
"I'll give you this chance, let's see if she can take it."
Song Wan pressed his hand that was shaking with anger, and took out his dowry list and checked a few things: "Except for the quilts, cloths and furniture that I checked, all the medicinal materials, cash, fields and shops were sent to me for me. In the hands of my brother."
"What are you doing, miss?"
"Tell my brother to buy the shops that can be purchased in Beijing, even if they are 10%25 or 20%25 higher than the market price."
Although Aunt Zhao still didn't understand, she was already moving.
Song Wan took out another list, which was full of expensive jewelry given to her by Concubine Yun.
Things given by the palace could not be sold without permission, and she was reluctant to part with them. Song Wan looked at them carefully before putting them down.
Managing a family is not an easy task. Lin Jiayue has a small talent but has not seen the way of a gentleman. If she does not take power in March, the Marquis Mansion will be in chaos. She has to prepare for herself in advance.
After everything was sorted, Song Wan asked Heng Zhi to go to Fuhe Hall with her, holding the card box and account books in the house. When passing by Xiutan, she caught a glimpse of the eight wooden sculptures placed above, picked one up and threw it out of the window.
In Fuhe Hall, Mrs. Jiang and Mother Jiang were both there, and they all sighed slightly when they saw Song Wan coming over with the account books.
"Good boy, I've wronged you."
Song Wan smiled and said, "What's the grievance? Since my husband has returned home, only Wan's son can enjoy the blessings. Where does the grievance come from?"
Mrs. Jiang pursed her lips and said nothing, while Mother Jiang's face turned red with embarrassment.
"grandmother."
Song Wan turned around and saw Jiang Xingjian and Lin Jiayue walking in together. Lin Jiayue smiled sweetly at her and then greeted Mrs. Jiang and Jiang's mother softly.
Song Wan's eyes were indifferent and he asked Heng Zhi to put the account book on the table.
"Concubine Jiang is far away in the palace and she knows that her grandson-in-law is not good at running the family. Wan'er is really ashamed. Since there are capable people in the palace, Wan'er is willing to give in to others."
Mrs. Jiang looked at the complacent Lin Jiayue and felt a sigh of relief in her heart, which made her feel uncomfortable.
If only this thing was really talented...
"What nonsense?"
Jiang's mother frowned tightly: "How can anyone who has been the mistress of the family for three generations and let a concubine take charge of the family? If you say this, you will think that all the female relatives of my Hou family are dead."
The veins on Jiang Xingjian's forehead jumped, and Mrs. Jiang sighed deeply.
"It's not that I don't know what's going on in the house. Wan'er, you can't take care of your family well. Don't worry about what others say."
Jiang's mother took Song Wan's hand and said, "Mother knows your pain, but the current difficulties in the house are definitely not the time for you to be willful."
"It's not that Wan'er is willful..."
"alright."
Old Mrs. Jiang interrupted. She raised her hand to beckon Song Wan to her side and said earnestly: "My grandmother understands your concerns. Your mother is right about one thing. You know the difficulties in the house, so you don't do it for others, just for others." Grandma has treated you as her own granddaughter for the past six years, so you cannot leave the Marquis alone."
Song Wan felt sad and couldn't bear to see Mrs. Jiang's white hair on her temples.
These old ladies really treated her very well, and she could always tell the difference between sincerity and pretense.
"Grandma is old and can't afford to take care of these trivial matters. There is no reason for two masters to take care of things in a family, but we have to obey the Queen Mother's orders."
Mrs. Jiang said to Jiang Xingjian: "Wan'er still has the final say in the house. As for Aunt Lin... I asked her to watch from the sidelines and give Wan'er a helping hand."
Jiang's mother nodded when she heard the words: "That's very good. Aunt Lin can be of some use. In the future, she and Wan'er will work together to find a few more businesses like the Ice Shop, which will solve the Hou Mansion's urgent need."
