Xiao Yu chuckled, spinning the chess piece in his palm. "Minister of Personnel? He was playing mahjong in his mansion this morning."

"Oh?" Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow, "Then his 'cold' must have healed too quickly, right?"

"Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes like a thread being pulled out." Xiao Yu looked up at her, his eyes reflecting the sunset. "However, if someone sent a couple of baskets of 'Gui Fei Xiao', maybe it could cure the disease."

Chen Weiwan was amused and took out a piece of paper from her sleeve: "Your Highness, look at the jingle I made for Li Xiu - 'Li Cripple, your hands are too shaky, writing a blood letter in Qingbai Tower, trying to write a clear innocence but becoming a homosexual, the people of the capital are laughing their asses off.'"

Xiao Yu took the paper and looked at the crooked handwriting on it. He suddenly remembered the first time he met her. She was chasing the servant who bullied Chun Tao with a broom. She was obviously so angry that her face turned red, but she was shouting "I want to sue the authorities". That silly look of hers was quite funny when he thought about it now.

"Tomorrow's monthly bill," Xiao Yu put away the paper and said in a more serious tone, "I'm afraid the Liu family will be desperate and do something desperate."

"Jump?" Chen Weiwan played with the edge of the account book. "I'm afraid she can't even climb the wall." She opened the account book and pointed to a page. "Look at this entry. She sold the golden nanmu table in the warehouse as ordinary wood. The buyer was the distant cousin of the Minister of Personnel."

Xiao Yu leaned in closer, his fingertips almost touching her hand. Shen Weiwan suddenly withdrew her hand, and the account book snapped shut. They were both stunned for a moment, and Xiao Yu was the first to laugh: "Miss Shen, are you... afraid that I will steal your account book?"

"Of course not," Shen Weiwan turned her face away, but her ears were a little hot, "I just felt that... Your Highness should go to dinner."

"Oh?" Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow. "Is it time for you to have dinner? Are the snacks I sent you to your liking?"

Shen Weiwan thought of the basket of snacks and said stubbornly, "It's just so-so, not as delicious as what I make myself."

"Oh?" Xiao Yu became interested. "Miss Shen can also make snacks?"

"Of course," Shen Weiwan straightened her back, "After I finish dealing with Liu, I will make 'Duanxiu Su' for Your Highness. It will be crispy and delicious."

Xiao Yu laughed so loudly that the sparrows on the rockery flew away. He stood up and patted his clothes. "Then I'll wait and see. Tomorrow, as per the monthly rule, I'll have the Minister of Personnel 'happen' to pass by the General's residence to see if he's still 'ill' and can still intervene."

Watching Xiao Yu leave, Shen Weiwan touched her burning ears and suddenly felt that this Seventh Prince was funnier than Li Xiu's jokes. She shook the account book. It was time to close the net for tomorrow's monthly allowance.

【Late Night Preparation】

It was late at night, and the lights in Qinghui Courtyard were still on. As Shen Weiwan watched Chuntao stuff the account books into the brocade box, she suddenly remembered the snowy night in her past life when she was beaten to death with clubs. Back then, she had been checking the account books just like now, but Liu had barged in with her men, accusing her of adultery, and the clubs had fallen.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Chuntao asked in a low voice when she saw her in a daze.

"It's okay." Shen Weiwan shook her head, her fingertips running across the dragon pattern on the brocade box. "I was just thinking that after tomorrow, everything will be over."

Chun Tao clenched her fists: "Yes! Miss will definitely win!"

"It's not me who wins," Shen Weiwan smiled, "it's justice that wins." She blew out the candle, lay on the bed, and listened to the cicadas outside the window. In this life, she not only wants to win, but also make everyone who has hurt her pay the price.

Meanwhile, at the Seventh Prince's Mansion, Xiao Yu was looking at the jingle written by Shen Weiwan, his smile never relaxing. The guard came in and reported, "Your Highness, the Minister of Personnel has made arrangements and will 'pass by' the General's Mansion tomorrow."

"Well," Xiao Yu put away the paper, "and then go to 'Su Xiang Ju' and order two baskets of 'Gui Fei Xiao'. Have them delivered to the General's Mansion tomorrow. Just say... I'm waiting to see the finale of 'The Broken Sleeve'."

The guard stifled a laugh and agreed. Xiao Yu walked to the window and looked in the direction of the general's mansion. The moonlight shone on his face, which was rare and gentle. This Shen Weiwan was really becoming more and more exciting.

The next morning, Shen Weiwan changed into a bright red dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Red symbolized justice and revenge. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The drama of the monthly meeting was about to begin. And the Seventh Prince's "feeding" was just the sweetest spice in this drama.