C7 Go Ask for Money! (1/2)

”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 …”