She said, "Have the female physician apply medicine and bandage the princess's wounds. Also, have her stay by her side tonight to make sure nothing goes wrong. If she develops a fever, give her medicine and make sure she lives."
Physician Jiang responded with a "yes," thinking to himself, "So this master doesn't want anything to happen to the one in Feixue Garden right now."
Could it be out of consideration for the old Duke Zhenguo? But is this gentleman the kind of person who hesitates and considers everything?
Then he realized that the prince hadn't sent him, but instead sent a female physician. How could the physician's skills compare to his?
It seems the prince was only worried that it would be bad if she died in the palace so soon after her marriage, rather than genuinely wanting her to be well.
In that case, the medicine used doesn't need to be particularly good.
As long as she doesn't lose her life in the next two or three months, that's enough.
Lu Xiaoyun glanced at him without saying a word.
That gaze made Physician Jiang's legs go weak, and he immediately turned and walked out to get busy.
After Physician Jiang left, Lu Xiaoyun saw that it was still early and she had slept soundly in the afternoon, so she wasn't sleepy at all. She then walked towards the study.
Lu Xiaoyun stepped inside and was greeted by several bookshelves full of books. Besides the usual Four Books and Five Classics, the most numerous were military books.
Lu Xiaoyun flipped through it casually.
"Before the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure are aroused, it is called equilibrium; when they are aroused and all are in proper measure, it is called harmony. Equilibrium is the great foundation of the world; harmony is the universal path of the world..."
Lu Xiaoyun blinked, then blinked again.
Vertical characters are fine, and traditional characters aren't a big problem either; she can understand them by guessing and some deduction. But there are no punctuation marks!
I don't expect you to use commas, question marks, pauses, or exclamation marks, but at least you should have a pause!
No!
She was a top student in modern times, but in ancient times, she became completely illiterate!
Lu Xiaoyun was starting to regret it.
Looking at the bookshelves overflowing with books, she felt like crying.
Zhu Yu, I wish you were a useless prince.
But now, what kind of situation is this?
The only option now is to seek help from Zhu Yu.
I glanced at the large stacks of things on the desk.
She casually flipped through them when the butler came in and pointed to the large stacks of things, saying, "Your Highness, these are the account books that were delivered this afternoon. They need to be reviewed and processed by you personally."
No way, she has to handle all of this?
Zhu Yu was only unconscious for three days, wasn't he?
This much has piled up in just three days?
She can't!
That doesn't make sense. Zhu Yu has been on the Northwest battlefield for more than ten years. It's impossible that these account books were delivered to him every time, so that he would have to handle them personally.
Yuan Xiu, that steward, oh dear.
Lu Xiaoyun stared coldly at the housekeeper without saying a word.
The steward felt uneasy under her gaze, his hands and feet trembling. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Your Highness, Han Wen, who was in charge of managing the Prince's estate, was assassinated by men in black three days ago. That's why so many accounts have been piled up. Without your orders, this old servant dares not hand over these accounts to anyone."
He lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, these properties were secretly handed over to you by Consort Duan five years ago. Not many people in our Prince An's mansion know about them. Now that Han Wen is dead, this old servant really dares not hand them over to anyone else. So please, Your Highness, designate someone to handle them."
The Prince An's estate has too many properties; if left unattended for even a day, let alone three, they would pile up into a huge mess. The managers are frantic with worry over Han Wen's death, and several have already approached him, but he's helpless.
Lu Xiaoyun frowned. Were all these businesses given to her by Consort Duan?
But Consort Duan and Zhu Yu did not have a good relationship, so why would she entrust such a huge business to him?
Lu Xiaoyun couldn't quite figure out what was going on between the mother and son.
She picked up a few books at random and flipped through them; she wasn't sure she could handle the things recorded in them right now.
So he could only clutch his chest and cough lightly: "My injuries are too severe. Physician Jiang instructed me to rest well. Take these account books and deal with them first. First, appease the managers below and tell them that as long as they do their jobs diligently, I will not treat them unfairly."
The steward looked pained: "Your Highness, this old servant is really too busy. What do you think? Why don't you train another person? There are a few outstanding managers among those managers."
Lu Xiaoyun rolled her eyes. She herself couldn't do it, yet she wanted to train others?
Besides, since it was Consort Duan who secretly handed it over to Zhu Yu, the old emperor probably didn't know about it either. So how could she dare to just find someone to take over?
I reckon that among the major industries, we don't know each other.
Lu Xiaoyun could only say coldly, "Wait until I've decided on the right person before you hand over the things to him. In the meantime, you can continue working."
The steward frowned. The prince owned too many properties. Han Wen had a knack for business, and with the prince being an absolute genius in the business world, with his guidance, they had been making a fortune in recent years. But he didn't have Han Wen's level of expertise.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get to work with the ledgers, Lu Xiaoyun asked, "Aren't you going?"
The butler had no choice but to bite the bullet and grab the account books, but whether he didn't hold them properly or what, the one that was originally at the bottom fell out with a thud.
Lu Xiaoyun looked down and saw that it was covered with many names. She picked it up casually and asked, "What is this?"
The steward craned his neck to look through a large stack of account books: "Your Highness, these are gifts sent by several officials in the capital these past few days, as well as gifts from the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, and the empresses. This old servant has sorted them all and put them into storage. Please take a look."
Is this really true? Aren't all the court officials hoping for Zhu Yu's early death?
Sure enough, they are all seasoned veterans who have honed their skills through years of experience in the imperial court.
Smiling to your face while stabbing you in the back—that's a skill they've mastered.
Lu Xiaoyun looked down intently, her gaze lingering on the document. She couldn't help but swallow hard. Although she couldn't understand military strategy books, she could understand the names of the gifts listed:
There are three ginseng roots that are hundreds of years old!
A top-quality jade Guanyin statue!
One coral bead!
Various nourishing medicines and supplements!
Countless luminous pearls and fine silks and satins!
Some were even simpler and more direct, just handing out silver notes!
Is being an ancient prince really that good?
Lu Xiaoyun remained expressionless, only asking calmly, "Is there a return gift?"
The steward's lips moved slightly, a pang of sadness gripping his heart. The prince, having spent years on the battlefield, was completely unfamiliar with such social interactions. He had originally thought that once the New Year was over and Miss Yong'an was married into the palace, his burdens would be greatly lightened.
But now, what kind of mess is this!
It was all Lu Xiaoyun's doing, that vicious woman's doing!
"Your Highness, since you were shot by an arrow and fell into a coma, it is only right that the noble families come to visit you and bring some gifts. If any family has any weddings, funerals or other celebrations in the future, this old servant can simply pick some gifts from the storeroom and send them over. There is no need to send gifts deliberately."
Lu Xiaoyun nodded gently: "Yes, the steward still needs to take care of everything in the Prince An's mansion."
The steward was flattered and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, thank you for trusting this old servant, Your Highness."
Lu Xiaoyun casually flipped through the stack of ledgers and surprisingly found the general ledger at the top.
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