Zhao Wanxi gave a faint smile, which was meaningful: "since the account book is OK, my aunt will take it out. I just took it back to Cuiyuan. My mother is still waiting to have a look!"
As soon as she said this, he Xunmei's eyes tightened and turned to shangguanyu: "master, I've been responsible for all the internal affairs of the taishifu these years. Everything is in order. But my sister is going to trample on me before she recovers. Master, you should be the master for me..."
Shangguan Yu frowns. Although he Xunmei is wrong, she shouldn't let her servants bully qiong'er, but her words are right. She has been responsible for the internal affairs of the taishifu all these years. She has no credit for it.
Seeing Shangguan Yu's hesitation, Zhao Wanxi then said, "aunt, this is not right. My mother just wants to see the accounts. When will I step on my aunt? My aunt keeps saying, "is it inconvenient for my mother to read the account books?"
The second lady blurted out: "of course not."
Shangguan Yu nodded and looked at he Xunmei thoughtfully: "thanks to you running this family these years, I'm not an unreasonable person. Xi'er's mother is not the kind of person you think. She just wants to look at the accounts. Since there is no problem with the accounts, you can give it to Xi'er."
As soon as he said this, he Xunmei's eyes narrowed and looked down for a while. Then she came down: "since the master has said that, I'll hand it in."
Zhao Wanxi took the account book from he Xunmei, but the woman's hand was a little tight subconsciously. However, she soon realized her gaffe and released her hand.
When she got the account, Zhao Wanxi gave her a sly smile: "aunt, don't worry, it's yours, it's yours, and others can't rob it if they want to.
At night, the candle in Zhao Wanxi's room was always on, and she was reading the account books at night. It was not difficult to see from the reaction of the two wives in the daytime that there must be something wrong with these accounts in the past.
Candlelight will pull her figure slender Pavilion, the window suddenly flashed a figure, Zhao Wanxi acutely aware of the strange, a low drink: "who?"
"Miss Wan Xi, it's me, Chao San."
Hearing Chao San's voice, Zhao Wanxi's first thought is Leng junao.
"Why are you? The seventh Prince What about people? "
Zhao Wanxi opened the door. She didn't ask Chao San to enter the room. She didn't see Leng junao's person. She had an ominous premonition in her mind.
Chao San's face didn't look very good. His face was expressionless. He answered in a low voice: "the seventh Prince is in the palace. His subordinates want to ask Wanxi girl to see him."
"You What does that mean? "
Zhao Wanxi's eyebrows are tight. Why does Chao San ask her to see him?
"My subordinates went out with the seventh prince to carry out the mission this time. On the way back, they were ambushed. The seventh prince was seriously injured and has not woken up yet. The imperial doctor said that if they can't wake up again I'm afraid I'll never wake up again. "
The quiet air suddenly became tense. Zhao Wanxi tried to take a deep breath: "why do you want to invite me?"
Although Leng junao once confessed to her, their relationship didn't develop to that stage at all. Is it really appropriate for her to sneak into the palace to visit him?
"Before the seventh prince fell into a coma Reading the girl's name all the time, my subordinates thought that if the girl was willing to see him, it might be helpful to the seventh Prince's illness. "
Chao Santong knelt down on one knee and saluted Zhao Wanxi. She quickly pulled him up: "what are you doing? Can't I go with you? But I have to come back before dawn... "