Chapter 203 The Little Princess is Unhappy

Sui Mo accompanied him to the backyard, glancing at the prince in front of him from time to time.

Having been almost inseparable from His Highness for three months, she was probably the only one who could guess what His Highness was feeling at the moment.

His Highness is usually lazy and doesn't put on airs with anyone. His emotions are all shown on his face.

When she puts on a serious look and maintains a reserved smile, be careful.

Either he is trying to cheat someone, or he is in a bad mood.

When facing the Ninth Prince just now, although he was still speaking in a coaxing tone, Sui Mo caught a hint of something strange in it.

It couldn't be because of anything else, it must be the peaceful experience that just happened.

The royal heirs of Fengjing only saw the surface of His Highness, or guessed that he was talented and quick-witted, but they did not know that he was a man of great accomplishment.

The main hall and the corridor at the back are only five or six steps apart, and everything that happened before can be perceived.

Sui Mo pursed his lips.

She had been in the palace for a long time and had met countless powerful and noble people.

There are those who are lenient to their subordinates and those who win the hearts of the people, but I have never seen anyone like His Highness.

From Ping An to the disaster victims in Mingyan County, to the maids and servants, their group of guards, and Eunuch Su Quan...

It seems like there is no hierarchy when interacting with anyone.

Just like the little friction just now, it can clearly explain why Ping An has a different brain. He looks strong, but in fact, he has the mentality of a child.

There were some misunderstandings between the two children, but they were resolved with just a few words.

But His Highness did not act like that. On the surface he looked fine, but in fact he was just a little angry.

To put it bluntly, the Ninth Princess, Eunuch Su, the people of Mingyan County, the servants in the mansion, the former Qingluan Guards, the current maids...

Although their identities are vastly different, they are all the same in His Highness's eyes.

Closeness comes before status.

Although she had shown disdain for the Ninth Prince in the past, Sui Mo could see that it was a natural way for sisters to get along with each other.

The Ninth Prince may not have accurately grasped this point, but he would subconsciously take the initiative to get close to his master.

It was probably because she had never felt similar emotions from her other brothers and sisters.

It's very strange. Why would someone with such a noble identity develop such a personality?

Qin Zhaoyue's mood was slightly fluctuating.

The friction just now happened not far behind the hall and was within the range of perception.

In fact, it was just a small misunderstanding. Ping An didn't know how noble the girl in front of him was.

In his mind, sharing food was probably the highest apology.

Xiaojiu was actually not wrong. His status was clear to him. Why should he eat food that was handed to him for no reason and didn't even look good?

But when Qin Zhaoyue saw the sesame cakes scattered all over the floor and Ping An squatting on the ground to pick them up and eat them, he was unhappy. What could he do?

She is a little princess, the real one, how can she not be happy?

She went all the way back to the backyard, took off her hairpins, changed her clothes, and wiped off her makeup. She was still bare-faced and looked comfortable.

It was noon, and Qin Zhaoyue was not too stingy and at least invited his brother and sister to have lunch.

The chef in her house had gone through a round of training. In addition to his usual style of preparing exquisite dishes, he also added some rougher dishes.

For example, roasted pork belly, stewed pot, and pot dumplings...

Anyway, after the meal, Qin Zhaoyue held her stomach, and the little emotions she had before had almost dissipated.

On the other side, Wen Mingke rushed home in a hurry.

He once again sternly warned his two children that they must keep everything they heard today to themselves and not reveal a single word.

Since this concerns her own future, Wen Tingwan naturally would not tell anyone.

Her brother patted his chest and swore to keep his mouth shut.

After explaining everything clearly, Wen Mingke strode to the backyard and asked to see his mother.

My father was originally a clerk in the Tianguansi Yinbu Dianqian, a fifth-rank official. His rank was not high, but he had considerable power.

Unfortunately, he was in poor health and passed away early.

Since then, the Wen family has fallen into decline and has shown no signs of recovery.

Now that he finally sees signs of success, and it's related to his legitimate daughter, how can he not be overwhelmed with emotion?

When he saw his mother, he sent everyone away and told her everything he had seen and heard in the princess's mansion that day.

The old lady pondered for a long time, "Prime Minister's Mansion, can the Sixth Princess have a say?"

It’s no wonder she’s suspicious, as she also agreed with the previous strategy of getting close to the Sixth Princess.

It was all because Qin Zhaoyue had such a bad reputation that he had no choice but to give up since he was in such a hopeless situation.

The old lady believed that human nature could not be changed, and it was a little hard for her to accept it for a while.

Wen Mingke nodded, "I thought it was Zhaoyue's disguise before.

If he wasn't capable, how could he have subdued the Qingluan Guards in such a short time?

He was a centurion, a whole group of Qingluan Guards. Which other royal heir had such favor?

What's more, the eldest son of the Pei family was also in the disaster relief team, so it was possible that they had developed some friendship.

I will use twenty thousand taels to verify this, and I will never give up on this matter."

The old lady's expression relaxed a little.

"Mingke, mother has to remind you that daughters will eventually get married.

It would be better to use this opportunity on your son than to give it to Tingwan."

Wen Mingke understood this logic very well, but as for his son...it's better not to mention it.

"Reporting to Mother, as the saying goes, we should seize the opportunity. I think we should first repair our relationship with Zhao Yue.

Tingwan is not only the hope of the Wen family, but also the bond."

After thinking for a moment, the old lady finally nodded.

Although the Wen Mansion is not as prosperous as before, its foundation is still there, so twenty thousand taels is nothing.

Wen Mingke put the banknote in his pocket and immediately went out.

Less than half an hour later, Mo Yi reported and handed over two silver bills, and Qin Zhaoyue's mood became even better.

Twenty thousand taels, got it!

I don’t have time to receive you anymore, so let your brother and sister go by themselves.

Qin Zhaoyue skipped back to the house and put the banknotes into the small treasury.

Two bills of ten thousand, two bills of one thousand, and Fengjing is so rich and beautiful, it’s easy to make money.

Retirement is no longer so far away, and life has a purpose.

"Oh, I just hope Sister Wan'er can do her best and pass the preliminary exam."

Broken Ink: ...

She bet that her master couldn't even remember the girl's name before.

Now when she calls her "Sister Wan'er", people who don't know her would think they are very close.

Holding the secret cash box, his eyes are almost smiling to death!

After having fun, Qin Zhaoyue reached out and started to choose.

Originally, she just wanted to make some quick money, and more than 20,000 taels was acceptable.

But after getting it, a little greed inevitably arises.

The first try is 20,000, so the next one must be over 100,000, right?

After hesitating for a while, he estimated that the 182 people would definitely not take it seriously, so he might as well just come up with two random questions to fool them.

He gritted his teeth and took out two thousand taels of silver.

"Take it and send it to Pei Mansion."

Although this matter was justified, Qin Zhaoyue was still cautious and would not leave any evidence such as handwritten notes.

So, someone still has to run errands.

Sui Mo is the one who follows Pei Xueqiao around the most, and is also quite familiar with him, making him the most suitable person to do this.

Sui Mo took the banknote and left the bedroom, looking at the sky, speechless. What kind of job was this?

Mo Er, who was standing in the shadow of the eaves pillar, couldn't help but say comfortingly, "Sister Sui Mo, you've worked hard."

Sui Mo sighed deeply, "It's not hard work, it's just a hard life."