Xu Wan: "Are you suggesting that my husband couldn't survive these eight years without those two?"
Little Demon King: "..."
What she said did make sense!
Though the little one admitted this in his heart, his mouth remained harder than freshly baked bricks.
"Have you found the items missing from Concubine Hong's room? And the maids fighting—such things never happened in the Marquis Manor before. It's all because of your poor management since you arrived. If you can't handle these two matters properly, it proves you're incapable of managing the manor!"
Xu Wan remained unmoved: "So?"
Zong Jincheng spoke with growing confidence, snorting haughtily: "I heard you never managed household affairs at the Minister's Mansion, so it's no surprise you can't handle our grand Marquis Manor. Here's the deal: if you say 'I give up' a hundred times and sincerely repent your mistakes, I'll forgive your previous actions and ask Grandmother to return and help clean up your mess."
"Oh..." Xu Wan responded indifferently, even somewhat disappointedly, "I thought you were going to say that since I can't manage this household, you would do it."
"Ah, how disappointing."
Zong Jincheng: "..."
He truly hated this feeling of punching into cotton.
The other maids, seeing the young master at a loss, were desperately trying to hold back their laughter, though their attempts were rather obvious due to lack of practice.
Zong Jincheng grew angry with embarrassment from their laughter.
He raised his little paw and fiercely said to Xu Wan: "You'd better quit while you're ahead! Otherwise, when this manor falls into chaos, how will we explain it to my grandmother!"
The little one spoke with puffed cheeks, but to Xu Wan, he looked particularly amusing, like a silly little frog.
Xu Wan said with a smile: "Kid, your mother is in a good mood right now, so I'll teach you a lesson today: never underestimate anyone."
"Nagging woman, only a fool would listen to your lectures." Zong Jincheng quickly turned away, plugging his ears with his hands.
Not listening, not listening, like a turtle reciting sutras.
Xu Wan watched him unilaterally blocking everyone out and rolled her eyes heavenward.
Indeed, only children would plug their ears like this.
But in fact, it was useless—he could still hear everything.
Xu Wan completely ignored his 'do not disturb' state and deliberately leaned close to his ear, shouting: "Cui Zhi, tell the young master how these two matters would be handled if the Old Marchioness were in the manor?"
Zong Jincheng: "???"
This woman was clearly telling him that she had the same capabilities as his grandmother but wouldn't spoil him like she did...
After delivering her harsh words, Xu Wan's expression instantly changed to a smile, like a crafty little fox.
She turned her head and instructed: "Steward Liu, I think Jincheng has too many servants around him. Let's reduce them from six to one."
Between instigating fights among maids, stealing things, and setting fires, there was clearly an excess of manpower.
His wings needed to be clipped further.
"Yes, my lady," Steward Liu responded.
"You!"
Zong Jincheng's momentary shame instantly vanished, replaced by anger at Xu Wan's words.
First she cut off his money, and now she'd leave him with just one servant—was she trying to raise him like a beggar?!
This evil woman.
She was clearly seeking revenge, taking the opportunity to bully him!
"A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs... How despicable! Don't think I'll beg you for mercy!"
"Go ahead and keep doing this if you dare. When Grandmother sees how badly you've mistreated me, she'll definitely settle accounts with you, and neither of us will have a good time!"
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"Hmph!"
The Little Demon King delivered his threats and turned to leave.
Xu Wan casually fanned the flames from behind: "Jincheng, why are you getting angry so easily? Weren't you planning to go to the horse grounds? Why are you going back to your room?"
Then she added: "Oh right, I remember the horse grounds are free to enter, so you can go play without worry."
The Little Demon King felt worse with every word he heard, plugging his ears as he ran away frantically.
How infuriating!
This woman just wanted to make a fool of him!
What nonsense about it being free—all the young masters at the horse grounds had two or three attendants with them. If he went there with just one servant now, he'd be laughed to death.
Vicious!
How utterly vicious!