The storeroom maid, fed on the fine wine and meat in the mansion, had become quite fat. She writhed like a worm, trying to break free from the control of the rough-working old woman.

"Are you all blind? Don't you know who I am? I'm the storeroom maid in the Madam's household! How dare you kidnap me? You've gone too far..."

"Let me go, you dog slave, let me go—"

"I'm sorry, Granny, we are just following the young mistress's orders. If you have any grievances, you can go to the young mistress to complain."

The rough-working woman pushed the storeroom nanny in front of Jiang Shuwan. Seeing that the nanny was staring at Jiang Shuwan with bloodshot eyes and refused to kneel down, she kicked her in the knee. The storeroom nanny screamed "Ah!" and knelt heavily on the bluestone slab. She was in pain and her whole body was trembling. Her eyes were filled with resentment as she stared at Jiang Shuwan.

“Young mistress, I am the nanny who serves the madam, and I was part of the madam’s dowry.”

"I don't know what I've done wrong to deserve such treatment from the young mistress?"

“If the young mistress doesn’t give an explanation, even if my legs are broken, I will crawl to the madam and the old lady and ask them to do me justice.”

“Well said! What did the storeroom nanny do wrong to deserve such treatment from the young mistress? The young mistress is fair in her rewards and punishments, and we must get an explanation today.”

Jiang Shuwan turned her head and saw that the head maid was helping Madam Wen arrive.

Wen Shi glared at Jiang Shuwan with resentment.

"Jiang, why did you tie up my dowry?"

After saying that, she glanced at the storeroom nanny kneeling on the ground, her eyes and nose running with pain.

"Jiang! How dare you! You actually hit my dowry!"

The storeroom maids were part of her dowry, and even the old lady wouldn't lay a hand on them without her permission. Jiang Shuwan's actions were a complete slap in the face to her.

"Someone come here! Help the storeroom nanny up!"

"Madam, Madam, you've finally come! Madam, please save me..."

As soon as the storeroom maid saw Madam Wen, she crawled to her feet and began to sob.

"Madam, I have served the household like a slave for decades and have never suffered such humiliation. My knees are almost ruined. Waaaaah... Please, Madam, do justice for me."

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt to show Wen Shi that the rough old woman's kick was so powerful that she had landed squarely on the bluestone slab, nearly ruining half of her knee.

Wen grabbed her suddenly, her eyes gleaming with venom, "But what mistake did you make..."

Half of the power in the household ended up in Jiang's pocket.

If the storeroom nanny makes a mistake and allows Madam Jiang to interfere in the affairs of the inner quarters, she will be the first to kill the storeroom nanny.

"I'm innocent, Madam! I didn't do anything. Today, the shop handed over the month's profits after the accounts were settled. After I counted the amount, I told the maids and servants to put the silver into the storeroom. I didn't expect that as soon as I opened the storeroom door, the young mistress ordered the servants to tie me up."

"This old servant really did nothing!"

The storeroom nanny cried her eyes out.

Recently, the Wen family repeatedly warned them not to make any mistakes, or they would be torn apart.

Seeing that the young mistress had taken over all the affairs outside the mansion, Madam Wen was worried sick every night and dared not hold her back.

“This servant really did not do anything wrong. I will do the same thing as before. It is the young mistress who is deliberately causing trouble.”

She spoke with genuine emotion, and her maids and servants chimed in to support her.

“Madam, the old nanny really did nothing wrong. It was the young mistress who kidnapped people without asking any questions. We couldn’t stop her no matter what we did.”

These maids and servants were all part of her dowry. Madam Wen knew these servants all too well and would never dare to lie to her face.

Thinking about it, Wen's gaze fell on Jiang Shuwan again. At this moment, Jiang Shuwan put down her teacup and bowed slightly to her.

"Mrs."

Fine, if they can't find fault with her, they'll target the storeroom nanny. They're really obsessed with power.

“Madam Jiang, the storeroom nanny has managed the storeroom diligently for ten years without ever making a mistake. The old lady says the mansion cannot do without her. Someone, go and invite the old lady here immediately to uphold justice.”

"Madam, the old lady has only recently recovered from her illness. It's not necessary to bother her with such a trivial matter..."

"Ha! Madam Jiang, you are far too arrogant. You've only managed the shops in the manor for a few days, and you think that disposing of my head nanny at will is a trivial matter? You have no respect for your elders! You can't distinguish right from wrong! You are simply outrageous!"

Wen spoke with a surge of emotion in his chest, and then coughed twice.

"Madam, please take care of yourself. The young mistress is too arrogant; this is the perfect opportunity to teach her a lesson."

The head maidservant, while supporting Madam Wen, whispered something to herself, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

She knew that someone from a humble background like the young mistress would become arrogant once she gained power, and once she became arrogant, she would make mistakes. She even dared to touch the storeroom maid; she really didn't know the meaning of death.

Wen thought the same way, her eyes gleaming with triumph. When Old Madam Pei arrived, she immediately stepped forward to complain about Jiang Shuwan, and the storeroom nanny also looked at Old Madam Pei with tears streaming down her face.

"Please, old lady, do justice for this servant."

"Wan, come here."

Madam Pei called out to Jiang Shuwan, her eyes full of disapproval.

She helped Jiang Shuwan take over the Wen family's management power because Jiang Shuwan was smart, knew how to advance and retreat, and was good at doing things, but she did a bad job in this matter. The storeroom nanny did nothing wrong and should not have been taken over.

"Please forgive me, madam."

Jiang Shuwan beckoned, and a maidservant came forward carrying several bolts of emerald green satin.

“Grandma, this forging is a fine product from the south. The color is classic, and it won’t look old even after several years. It costs ten taels of silver per foot. Such goods would sell very well even if they were taken to a shop. I just don’t know how the warehouse manager does things. She’s let such a good forging rot.”

As she spoke, she turned the satin over, and sure enough, the other side was tattered and torn.

Wen laughed loudly, "I thought it was something serious. It's just a few pieces of cloth that's ruined. A family like ours has hundreds or even thousands of pieces of cloth in a warehouse, with all kinds of patterns. You're making such a fuss over just a few pieces? People from small families are just ignorant."

The third and fourth wives also heard about the lawsuit and came over together. When they heard what Madam Wen said, their expressions turned sour.

Their family backgrounds are not as good as Jiang Shuwan's.

Because of the charcoal fire incident in winter, the fourth wife was very grateful to Jiang Shuwan. She looked at the faces of everyone in the courtyard, pulled Jiang Shuwan aside and whispered, "Young Master's wife, you were really wrong this time. The Marquis's manor will send many gifts from its shops and estates during the New Year."

"Especially the shops, all kinds of silks, fabrics and utensils, will be selected and sent to the mansion. If the ladies or old ladies take a liking to them, they will be put in the storeroom. Sometimes they can't use them all and they just keep piling them up. If there are too many, a few pieces will inevitably break. It's not a big deal, as long as they are not stolen."

When things in the warehouse break, that's called a loss or damage.

This was inevitable.

"Ha! Why are you telling her all this? She wouldn't understand anyway."

"In the Jiang family, they probably don't see more than a few bolts of good cloth a year, let alone good cloth that has been stored for a long time and has rotted."