C8 Financial Crisis?

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that your sister did something wrong a few days ago. In such a large palace, we naturally have to have rules and rewards."

Looking at Yang Qiuyu's smiling appearance, Mu Zhihuan rolled her eyes inside. She knew this money was not going to be taken that easily!

Although Mu Zhihuan had already scolded Yang Qiuyu a hundred and eighty times in her heart, a smile still hung on her face. "Of course."

Waiting for Mu Zhihuan's reply, Yang Qiuyu smiled, "Elder sister washed away Prince's python robe a few days ago, do you still remember this matter?"

Washing clothes?

Oh, it's that guy's sin from his previous life again …

Mu Zhihuan looked at Steamed Bun beside her in astonishment. Jiang Qing looked up at Mu Zhihuan with an innocent expression, as if it was only natural. This caused Mu Zhihuan's head to ache.

Seeing this, Mu Zhihuan could only grit her teeth and agree. "I remember."

Hearing her admit it, the smile on Yang Qiuyu's face deepened.

"That python robe is worth exactly eighteen taels of silver, so my sister only has two taels left this month."

Two taels? Zhou Peeling off his skin! Such exploitation?

Without waiting for Mu Zhihuan to reply, Yang Qiuyu suddenly thought of something and let out an 'oh'. She looked at Mu Zhihuan apologetically,

"Oh right, there is also sister's destroyed woodshed. I will send someone to repair it. The cost of the work and materials are about 7 to 8 taels of silver. So, your monthly payment is gone."

The last few words, Yang Qiuyu's biting was exceptionally clear, containing a gloating expression, and she was in need of a beating!

Mu Zhihuan could not help but clench her fists. This woman was truly shameless!

She was the one who locked him up in the woodshed, so this debt shouldn't be his!

Resisting the rage in her heart, the smile on Mu Zhihuan's face did not change. "It's just that this wangfei has some unknown matters. Has there been any financial crisis at our Prince's Mansion?"

Her words caused everyone to be stupefied.

Not to mention that Jiang Zhisu himself had the throne, just the annual salary alone was enough to cover all the expenses of the family. Yang Qiuyu, the daughter of a wealthy southern silk merchant was also here, so the Mansion of Duke Li couldn't possibly be poor.

Yang Qiuyu snorted scornfully, raised her head and said, "With this side of the consort, how could there be any problems with the finances of the palace?"

"In that case …" With a smile on her lips, Mu Zhihuan said, "In other words, all of the servants that are assigned to the Prince's Mansion are not few in number?"

"Not a few!" What exactly do you want to ask? "

Yang Qiuyu was obviously a bit impatient. Normally, she paid the bill and purposely chose to pay it an hour before Jiang Zisu returned.

This way, Jiang Zisu would be able to see that she was the one in charge of the house, and his good impression of her would naturally increase by a lot.

However, today, not only did this Mu Zhihuan take the initiative to ask for money, she even kept on asking endlessly.

Could it be that she was deliberately using this matter as an example to show her face in front of the prince?

It had to be like this. Even if she had lost her mind, she was still that Mu Zhihuan who had wishful thinking about getting the Prince!

Yang Qiuyu clenched her white hands tightly. She dug her nails into his palms and stared at Mu Zhihuan with a gaze as sharp as a knife. She wanted nothing more than to cut off a layer of her skin.

"There are quite a few servants in the house. Then why would the task of washing the prince's clothes fall on the head of a first wife like me?"

She looked around at the servants who were obviously looking forward to watching the show. Her tone was ice-cold, without the slightest trace of emotion. A chill went down one's spine:

"Could it be that the servant who washed the clothes the other day wasn't careful and had his clothes ripped, and now it's this wangfei's fault?"

Mu Zhihuan clearly saw a pale man wearing gray clothes trembling. She raised her eyes to look at Yang Qiuyu and smiled.

"This shouldn't have been something this wangfei should have done. This little sister said I was the one who did it. Does little sister have any proof?"

"You!"

Yang Qiuyu pointed at Mu Zhihuan. Mu Zhihuan had gritted her teeth and endured all the dirty water she had splashed in the past. She had not expected that she would refuse to admit it this time around.

"The laundryman said he gave it to you personally!"

In a fit of rage, Yang Qiuyu stopped calling him 'elder sister'. She glared at the laundryman whose legs were already weak to the point that they could no longer stand properly, and angrily ordered someone to bring her up.

Mu Zhihuan strode over to the front of that person, looking down on her.

"Tell me, how did you hand over the prince's robe to me that day and let me clean it myself?"

He purposefully emphasized the words' wangfei ', obviously wanting to use his identity to pressure others.

Although the princess was not favored by the court, she was still the official wife of the prince.

Mistress Yang could make things difficult for the wangfei by relying on the prince's care. If anything happened, the prince would help Yang Qiuyu take care of the aftermath, and she was just a lowly servant.

If wangfei wanted to kill her, it would be as easy as crushing an ant to death! And no one would pity himself.