Chen Ningyuan snorted coldly and asked, "What's there to worry about? Compared to some of my own people who are always trying to cheat me out of my money, outsiders are more reliable!"
As soon as the voice fell, Lan Bo also took over at the right time: "This old servant thanks Madam for her trust. Although he is not one of our own, he is definitely more reliable than one of our own!"
"You, you guys—"
The two of them sang the same tune, making Ji Zehai even angrier.
Shen Ningyuan ignored his anger and continued to order: "Lambert, continue, the problems in the account book should be more than what you just said."
"Yes, young lady."
Hearing this, Lambert opened another account book.
He spoke slowly, "This account book is even more interesting."
After hearing this, Ji Zehai and Chen couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
His eyes were fixed on the account book in Lambert's hand.
"Lambert, I wonder what is recorded in this account book?" Shen Ningyuan asked.
"Madam, this is the account book for the daily expenses of the Marquis' Mansion. A quick glance shows that the accounts are clear and well-reasoned. There is indeed no problem found."
Hearing this, Ji Zehai and Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
The accountant that Shen Ningyuan found was just like that.
"but!"
Just as the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, Lambert suddenly raised his tone again.
The two people's hearts couldn't help but tremble.
"The prices of the items used here are obviously higher than those in the capital."
"For example, the thousand-year-old ginseng that Madam Ji takes every month, although expensive, doesn't cost tens of thousands of taels per stem."
"The inkstone and ink that the Marquis uses every day are made by famous masters, but they can't cost 100,000 taels a pair, right? Even if the inkstone is made of gold and gemstones, it wouldn't be that expensive, right?"
Lan Bo pointed to another spot and said, "And here, it's even more bizarre! The Marquis' Mansion gives out ten thousand taels of silver to its poor relatives every month?"
"Ten thousand taels?" Before Shen Haobai could speak, Shen Potian said angrily: "What poor relative? You need to spend ten thousand taels every month? I am in the Shen family, and my wife only gives me one hundred taels of pocket money every month!"
As he spoke, Shen Potian looked at Ji Zehai and asked bluntly: "Ji Zehai, you are really generous! The concubines in the palace only have a monthly allowance of one thousand taels, and you have to spend ten thousand taels to help your poor relatives? When will you help a poor relative like me?"
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