Inside the carriage, Nan Qianyue sat upright with a slight smile on her face, clearly appearing to be a lady from a prominent family.
The Prime Minister's wife gave him a quiet look. "Yesterday's behavior must not be repeated." She had a bellyful of words of admonition, but in the end, she only said this one sentence.
Ultimately, we owe her a debt of guilt. No matter how big a mistake she makes, her parents cannot shirk their responsibility.
Nanqianyue nodded obediently, "Yes, daughter remembers."
The Prime Minister's wife frowned slightly. "I know you are not as quiet as you are now, and I will not force you to change your lively personality. But I only hope that you will not forget etiquette when you are out, and that you can be yourself in front of your family."
Nan Qianyue glanced at the Prime Minister's wife, a smile playing on her lips, "Mother, I'd better keep my composure, lest I frighten you."
The Prime Minister's wife raised an eyebrow slightly, "It's not as frightening as being assassinated that day, is it?"
She paused, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said, "You did very well that day, remaining calm in the face of danger. Your mother is proud of you."
As the moon sank south, she was slightly startled, as if something had touched her heart, leaving her with a bittersweet feeling, a bittersweet warmth.
She grew up without a mother and had no idea what maternal love felt like. She didn't really crave it either, since the paternal love she received was very strong and sweet.
But at this moment, she felt a sense of satisfaction, like the joy of being praised by her own mother. This feeling had a lingering effect, continuing to surround her heart, both warm and bittersweet.
Nan Qianyue suppressed her emotions. She guessed that it was probably because the Prime Minister's wife was usually so serious and unsmiling that the sudden smile and praise was so unusual that it caused her to have this misconception.
Muyang Mountain Villa.
As the Prime Minister's wife was helped down from the carriage, the servants and stewards who had been waiting at the gate immediately bowed.
"Greetings, Madam, Eldest Miss."
The Prime Minister's wife gave a soft "hmm". Standing there, she exuded an aura of authority without anger. The stewards and servants dared not be negligent in the slightest, bowing and scraping, and even their positions were perfectly orderly.
"Madam, the account books are ready. Would you like to rest at Qifeng Pavilion first, or go directly to Wanxing Hall to check the accounts?" the steward asked respectfully.
The Prime Minister's wife gave the steward a seemingly indifferent look. "Your question is unnecessary."
Every year, we go directly to check the accounts.
The steward was terrified and lowered his head even further. "It was my fault, Madam. Please forgive me." He had thought that Madam had brought the eldest daughter to enjoy the scenery first.
After all, the lady always came by herself in the past, and she had never even brought the young master with her.
Nan Qianyue felt very fortunate, thankful that the Prime Minister's wife had been relatively gentle with her.
Wanxing Hall is the main hall of Muyang Manor where official business is conducted. It is spacious and bright, like a place where ghosts wouldn't wander in.
"Qianyue, do you know how to check accounts?" the Prime Minister's wife asked as she flipped through the account books.
Nanqianyue thought for a moment and shook her head, "No."
The little she learned while filming couldn't really be considered real skill, and she didn't want to check the accounts. Looking at the two boxes of account books at the Prime Minister's wife's feet, she silently felt a pang of anxiety for her.
She was worried that the Prime Minister's wife would finish early and return home, but now it seems that her worries were unnecessary.
Wait a minute, Xiao Chen must have even figured out how much time the Prime Minister's wife would need to spend checking the accounts, otherwise why would he have arranged to meet at Shenshi (3-5 PM)?
Tsk, I must ask him when I meet him.
“It’s alright. Start learning from me now. When you get married, you’ll need these skills, so you must learn them.” The Prime Minister’s wife continued flipping through the account books, and her thoughts were very clear as she spoke to Nan Qianyue.
The Prime Minister's wife single-handedly transformed "doing two things at once" into a positive term.
"Mother, I'm not in a hurry to get married," Nan Qianyue said, trying to slack off.
The Prime Minister's wife remained unmoved. "Even if there's no rush, we should prepare in advance. Here, this is a book I've already read. You can write poetry, so reading account books shouldn't be difficult for you. After you've finished reading it, tell me about the problems inside."
The month of the southward migration, "..." He had to take exams before even starting school.
"Oh, okay." Nan Qianyue silently took the ledger and began to look through it.
After watching for a while, hmm... it's quite simple, but the bookkeeping method is too complicated, and many parts can be simplified.
Qingshui Pavilion is a relatively secluded pavilion in Muyang Mountain Villa. It is built on a pond full of lotus flowers. There are viewing pavilions all around the pavilion, but unfortunately it is springtime now and the lotus flowers cannot be seen.
Suddenly, a light figure flew in from an unknown direction, lightly touching the water's surface with its toes and soaring onto the Qing Shui Pavilion.
A man with a sword stood on the balcony, facing the inside of the pavilion, and said, "My lord, Miss Nan is in Wanxing Hall checking accounts with the Prime Minister's wife."
After a moment of silence, a slightly suppressed voice came from inside, "Okay, go and meet them when it's time."
"Yes." The man with the sword couldn't help but smirk. Why wait until the appointed time to pick it up? Couldn't he do it now? Such manners.
Inside the Wanxing Hall, the Prime Minister's wife stared at Nan Qianyue in astonishment. After a long moment of surprise, her expression turned to joy. She held Nan Qianyue's hand, unable to contain her delight, and asked, "Qianyue, how did you grow up? How do you know so much?"
The Prime Minister's wife once again felt that she had gotten a good deal. She only had to give birth, and twenty years later, heaven gave her an outstanding daughter in return.
Nan Qianyue pursed her lips tightly to suppress her smile. She had only offered some minor suggestions for improvement, yet they had moved the Prime Minister's wife so much.
"Mother, my memory hasn't returned yet." Nan Qianyue blinked, lying through her teeth.
"It's alright!" The Prime Minister's wife was very pleased. "I will start preparing a thank-you gift tomorrow. After you regain your memory, your father and I will personally take you to thank your mentor."
Nanqianyue smiled and said, "As long as Mother is happy."
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