“Spring drowsiness, autumn fatigue, and summer naps—I’m just following the laws of nature,” Mo Lan said, her nerves twitching as she looked at the ledger.

“These are all accounts from various places. I can only check them for you, but in the end, they still need your confirmation before they can be sealed.”

Unmoved by her master's resistant expression, Han Shuang delivered the accounts that were hers to handle at regular intervals.

Two years ago, when she was first rescued by her master, she always thought that her master was a cold and heartless woman who was difficult to approach. After getting to know her, she found that her master was not difficult to approach, but rather too lazy to talk.

Unless they are her close relatives, most people wouldn't bother with them.

"Master, please annotate all of these as soon as possible, otherwise, if they accumulate too much, Master will become annoyed." Han Shuang advised earnestly, ignoring her master's resistant expression.

Two years is enough time for the two to get to know each other.

Two years have passed; time has flown by, but the tacit understanding between us has deepened.

"Alas, Han Shuang, those below all know you are incorruptible and impartial, but how could they know that I am also one of those who suffer?"

Mo Lan slowly rose, leaned back against the chaise lounge, picked up her cup, took a sip of tea, and then spoke softly.

His tone was a mix of anger, resentment, and helplessness!

To the wistful, hesitant look in his eyes, Han Shuang remained calm and composed. "I know you work hard, Master, but you are the backbone of everyone. These accounts must be reviewed. I consider myself meticulous, but even the most meticulous can make mistakes. If I miss anything, you can remedy it in time after reviewing them."

"That's true, but I trust your meticulousness. Haven't you gotten used to it over the past two years?" Going through each one one by one is bad for your eyes.

Mo Lan glanced at the ledger and instinctively refused to look at it. "Han Shuang, I trust your character and I adhere to the principle of trusting those I employ and not employing those I don't trust."

"I understand, but the rules cannot be broken. Master still needs to work hard." Han Shuang accepted all the flattery from her master, but the duties remained unchanged.

Mo Lan stared at Han Shuang for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

"Now I finally know how you became famous as the incorruptible head butler."

At first, people were afraid of her because of the scars on her face, which were so hideous that most people dared not look directly at them.

As people became more familiar with her and accepted her face, they realized that she also had a bad temper, to the point of being cold and ruthless.

Privately, some even said that it was better to offend her, the person in question, than to provoke the head housekeeper, Han Shuang.

Fearing they'd freeze into popsicles, they'd throw them off to the borderlands.

Han Shuang listened silently to her master's teasing, then picked up an account book and handed it over without flinching. "If you trust me, I will not make things difficult for you."

With her around, all those who try to scheme and take shortcuts are kept out, and they can't even get a glimpse of their master.

"I know you're capable, but don't always have such a cold face. I'm usually quiet, and you're like a moving iceberg. The two of us together are like an ice and snow world."

Frost: "..."

Mo Lan shook her head, looking rather helpless.

I look cold because I'm lazy.

The person in front of me is truly cold.

He opened the ledger in his hand, flipped through a few pages, and then closed it. "Send the ledgers of this coal mine to my elder brother from now on. We don't need to worry about them anymore."

"Master, coal accounts for 40% of the total profits..."

Before Han Shuang could finish speaking, Mo Lan waved her hand to interrupt, "It's precisely because of the exorbitant profits that I want to leave it to my elder brother."