C7 Go Ask for Money!

"Seventh Madame, why haven't I saved any money in the past?" Mu Zhihuan held her head and swung her legs to look at Jiang Qinggran, who was playing with mud in the yard. She had a helpless expression on her face.

"It wasn't like this before, when you were in a bad mood and moved out from the main courtyard, you didn't bring anything with you, and your monthly exception was taken by Mistress Yang before it became like this."

Mu Zhihuan's eyes widened as she raised her hands to cover her face. "This guy's brain must have been kicked by a donkey. How can he be against money?"

"Princess, what did you just say?" Seventh Madame was puzzled. Although this wangfei's personality had improved, why was she so temperamental? Did he really break his brain?

"Right, Seventh Madame, I'm still the official wangfei after all. My monthly exception …" It shouldn't be lacking, right? "

"Mm …" It's about twenty silver. Why did the princess suddenly think of an exception? "

Twenty taels, according to what he understood, twenty taels was enough for an ordinary family to live for a year. According to the ratio, it would be …

Wouldn't her salary be as much as forty or fifty thousand yuan?

Heavens, such a large amount of money was actually deducted?

"Is it time for an exception to be sent from our residence today?" Mu Zhihuan's knuckles cracked as she gnashed her teeth and asked.

"Yes, Princess, do you remember?" A look of surprise flashed across Seventh Madame's eyes, mixed with a trace of panic.

If she recovered her memories, wouldn't she turn into that wangfei who would beat and scold them?

Seeming to know what she was worried about, Mu Zhihuan found it inconvenient to explain about the transmigration of souls. She could only smile comfortingly at her. "No, I heard about it."

While eavesdropping on the gossip, he heard that the salary was going to be paid today.

Seventh Madame clearly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want Master to return to her previous nefarious attitude.

"Qingyi, come!"

"En!" Jiang Qing answered as she randomly rubbed her muddy hands on herself. Startled, Mu Zhihuan went forward and took a hold of his dirty hands.

"How can you wipe your hands when they are dirty?" In a moment of desperation, his voice rose in pitch.

Seeing that she was angry, Seventh Madame plopped to her knees and begged for mercy. "Princess, please calm your anger. Your servant didn't discipline you properly. I beg you, please don't beat the crown prince."

Mu Zhihuan was stunned for a few seconds, and then she quickly pulled the two of them up, "What are you doing? "Why do you ancients kneel and kowtow every now and then …"

After Mu Zhihuan helped Jiang Qing wipe off the dust on her pants, she stood in front of him and said sincerely, "Don't put dirt on your hands from now on. Mother only taught you right and wrong, you don't have to be afraid of me."

His words made Jiang Qing's nose turn sour. This was the first time in her life that her mother had taught him how to behave.

He nodded his head heavily and memorized every single word of Mu Zhihuan's words in his heart.

As she gently caressed the top of his head, the guilt in Mu Zhihuan's heart hadn't dissipated yet. Her eyes immediately lit up as she looked at the coarse hemp clothes on his body and calculated what to do next.

"Let's go, mother will take you to ask for an exception!" This time, they couldn't not give it to him!

When they arrived at the front yard, Mu Zhihuan couldn't help but click her tongue. This place was truly gorgeous. Compared to the little Xuan that she lived in, this place was comparable to a golden palace.

When the mother and son duo casually walked in the group of people with the salary line, everyone's eyes were focused on her. Mu Zhihuan pretended not to see it as she stared at the pile of silver pieces behind Yang Qiuyu.

This was the real deal. Silver!

Naturally, Yang Qiuyu had also noticed Mu Zhihuan. With a slight smile, the contempt in her eyes was obvious:

"Oh? Isn't this elder sister? If you aren't staying in your courtyard properly, why did you come to the front courtyard? "

The last time he dared to humiliate her, this time in front of so many people, she naturally wanted to show off her prestige and let her know who was the real owner of the mansion!

Mu Zhihuan grinned and said confidently, "Naturally, I'm here to collect the monthly allowance."

Hearing her words, the entire hall burst into an uproar. Everyone knew that since a few years ago, when Madame Yang had purposely taken down Mu Zhihuan, she had not come to get a single piece of her money.

Why did he suddenly think of an exception today?

"Monthly rule?" Yang Qiuyu chuckled, "Sister, did you forget that you have never taken a liking to this kind of monthly rule?"

The underlying meaning of her words was that she was so thick-skinned!

In the eyes of a 21st century woman like Mu Zhihuan, this level of difficulty was nothing but a small trick.

"So what if this mufei doesn't want something to be thrown away?" When this consort wants it back, she will have to return it! " It wasn't just money, but also her status as an imperial concubine.

However, to Yang Qiuyu's ears, it became her wanting to snatch the prince away from her.

Then what? Yang Qiuyu's almond-shaped eyes opened wide, he wants silver taels? None at all!