In the bathroom, Jiang Shuyue pulled the door latch and slipped into the space.
The sweet potato seedlings in the spiritual soil have grown to more than two feet long. The lush green potato seedlings are still growing, and she doesn't know when they will be ready to mature.
Upon entering the thatched hut, a brocade box with auspicious cloud trim was placed on the table.
As expected, upon opening the brocade box, one finds a neat stack of silver notes, totaling 20,000 taels of silver notes, exchangeable through Guangtong Money Shop.
Guangtong Money Exchange had branches throughout the entire Wanling Kingdom, making money exchange very convenient.
Jiang Shuyue closed the brocade box and fell into deep thought.
Things are moving in a positive direction, and the day I return to Beijing is just around the corner.
Jiang Shuyue picked up a charcoal pencil she had made herself and began writing a plan.
"Mother."
Hearing Sui Sui's shout, she quickly dropped the charcoal pencil and slipped out of the space.
After quickly washing up, Jiang Shuyue opened the door and saw Qiuju and Suisui standing at the door.
"Miss, Sui Sui won't let me help him bathe," Qiu Ju said helplessly.
"Uncle Nangong said I'm an adult now, and there's a difference between men and women. Mother, can I go to the Shuisheng room to take a bath?"
Jiang Shuyue couldn't help but laugh. This little brat, who dragged his mother to bed every night, actually had the audacity to say that there was a difference between men and women.
However, she understands the child's desire to play with other children.
She gently pinched her son's baby cheeks and chuckled, "Go on, Shuisheng has to practice his skills in the morning, don't stay out too late."
Watching Sui Sui run off on her short legs, Qiu Ju asked with a smile, "Miss, when will the young master start sleeping in his own bed?"
Qiuju secretly thought to herself, "Miss will have to find a new husband in the future, so Sui Sui can't always stick to her."
"No rush, it's not too late to let him live alone when we get back to the capital."
"Miss, can we go back to the capital now?" Qiu Ju's face showed a hint of surprise.
He quickly lowered his head and said, "If the Jiang family sees us going back, I wonder if they will make things difficult for us."
After all, the Jiang family claimed that their eldest daughter had died suddenly from an illness. If the deceased were to reappear in front of everyone, it would definitely arouse suspicion.
No matter how the Jiang family explains it, it will be met with criticism.
Jiang Shuyue gently tapped Qiuju's forehead with her finger. "Silly girl, we're not pushovers either. Today, the Princess of Yannan gave me 20,000 taels of silver as a reward. That's enough for us to buy as many martial arts practitioners as we need when we get back to the capital."
Jiang Shuyue used to be very disgusted by the buying and selling of servants here.
Now that she has a son, she can't afford to make any mistakes and needs someone she can rely on to feel at ease.
The only people you can trust are servants who have signed a death contract.
After Lin Miaoshou left, Shuisheng was the only one living in the main room.
When Sui Sui went in, she saw several locks in front of Shui Sheng.
That was what Nangong Zeyue made him practice.
"Sheng Sheng, I want you to help me take a bath, okay?"
How could Shui Sheng resist such a soft and adorable little creature?
Shuisheng had just brought the hot water back when he heard footsteps.
"Shuisheng, how's your training going?"
"Senior brother, I'll help Sui Sui finish her bath and then we can continue practicing."
When Nangong Zeyue arrived at the main house, in order not to disturb the people in the south and west wing rooms, he entered through the hanging flower gate and walked through the middle of the garden.
Nangong Zeyue rolled up her sleeves and said as she walked toward the washroom, "The martial world is dangerous. Being highly skilled in martial arts is an advantage. The art of divination is indispensable, and even trivial skills are often used. It's never a bad thing to have many skills."
This was the first time Nangong Zeyue had ever bathed a child.
Sui Sui's little face was flushed from washing, and she kept patting the water with her little hands.
Water splashed up, and Sui Sui giggled.
Looking at the exquisitely beautiful child, Nangong Zeyue felt a warmth rise in her heart.
If only Sui Sui were his son, that child would be so adorable.
"Sui Sui, do you want a dad?"
He slipped out without even thinking about what he was saying.
Sui Sui's obsidian-like phoenix eyes blinked repeatedly.
"What do you need a father for?"
Nangong Zeyue: "..."
This child's thought process is different from his when he was a child.
He has regarded his master as his father since he was a child, and sometimes he wishes that his master was his father.
But his master told him that his parents were someone else and that he should go find them himself.
Nangong Ze pulled Sui Sui out of the water and wiped the water droplets off his body with a cotton handkerchief.
As he put his pajamas on his little arms, he said, "Dad can do a lot of things. He earns money to buy delicious food for Sui Sui and can also protect your mother."
Sui Sui pouted, strongly disagreeing with this statement.
"Mother can earn money, and I can protect mother every year."
Nangong Zeyue: "..."
After putting on her nightgown, Sui Sui watched Shui Sheng fiddling with the lock.
Shuisheng had excellent comprehension skills. Soon, he went from being able to open a lock in half a quarter of an hour to being able to open a lock in three to five breaths.
Seeing that it was getting late, Nangong Zeyue took Sui Sui's hand and said, "Uncle will take you to the garden."
Moonlight poured down, and the shadows of the leaves on the ground swayed slightly, like a moving ink painting.
Holding a soft little hand, the flowers exude fragrance, and occasionally, crickets chirp in the grass.
Under the eaves, lanterns sway gently, their warm light creating a particularly cozy atmosphere.
The light was still on in the window of the west wing.
He recalled a saying: "Among thousands of lights in a house, there is always one that is left on for you." That's what home feels like.
As Sui Sui entered the west wing, Nangong Zeyue stared blankly as a beam of candlelight burst through the door, followed the small figure inside, and then closed the door again.
A moment later, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and was out of the garden in two leaps.
This night was destined to be a sleepless one. The Prince of Yannan returned to his residence, but was assassinated on the way and returned home covered in wounds.
The Prince's mansion was brightly lit, and it was already past midnight when the royal physician finished treating the Prince's back wound.
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