C8 Financial Crisis? (1/2)
”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? ”