Why didn't he ask? Instead, he put her in charge of the household affairs, pushing her into the eye of the storm.
What exactly is he up to?
As expected, Xie Jingrun's thoughts were unpredictable and impossible to fathom!
Rong Qingqing rubbed her forehead, feeling a terrible headache.
When they returned to Qinfangyuan, Changlin and Steward Tian had already put down the account books as Xie Jingrun had instructed, and then left.
Looking at the pile of account books on the table, Rong Qingqing's lips twitched.
Xiao Tao walked over, looked at the account book on the table, and said blankly and uneasily, "Miss, this..."
Rong Qingqing flipped through the account books on the table and sighed, "It's nothing, it's just that the Marquis values me and has entrusted me with managing all the account books in the mansion."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Tao's eyes widened, and she looked at her with a puzzled expression, hesitating to speak. "But Miss..." She had been by her mistress's side since childhood and knew her mistress's abilities very well. How could her mistress possibly know how to read account books?
The lady passed away early, and the master only valued Concubine Chen and Rong Yiyi, and disliked the young lady very much. Fortunately, the old lady supported the young lady, so the young lady's life in the Rong family was not so difficult.
Although the old lady dotes on her, the young lady doesn't care much about the household affairs. Instead, Rong Yiyi and her mother are always trying to get the old lady's attention and take over the power of managing the household.
The old lady was a wise woman who doted on her young mistress. She held onto the power of the steward tightly and refused to let go, all for the sake of her young mistress.
Otherwise, if the power of housekeeping falls into the hands of Aunt Chen, the young lady's life will be even more difficult.
Unfortunately, the old lady fell ill some time ago. Not only did the master elevate Concubine Chen to the position of official wife, but he also took advantage of the old lady's illness to give Concubine Chen the power to manage the household affairs.
Otherwise, the young lady wouldn't have suffered so much.
Not only was she framed and her reputation ruined, but the Third Prince also broke off her engagement with her. To make matters worse, the young lady was forced to marry into the Marquis's mansion to bring him good fortune.
Now that the old Marquis is gone, the young lady has become a widow at such a young age, and her life is ruined.
The Marquis is not someone to be trifled with; who knows how he might banish the young lady in the future?
Xiao Tao was filled with worry.
Rong Qingqing knew what she wanted to say, and her eyes flickered.
She naturally knew that the original owner of this body was not good at managing accounts, so it's no wonder she was suspicious when she rashly took on this task.
She rubbed her forehead, looking troubled and helpless, and said, "Xiao Tao, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Since the Marquis has asked me to manage the accounts, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and do it. You'll have to help me out in the future."
Although Xiao Tao had only met Xie Jingrun once, she had heard many rumors about him. It was said that countless people had died at his hands, and he was a living Yama, treating human lives as worthless as grass.
At this thought, she shuddered.
The delicate young lady had to make a living under his care, so how could she disobey his orders?
Thinking it over, she put aside her doubts and reassured her, "Don't worry, Miss, I will do my best to help you."
"Yes, with your help, I feel much more confident," Rong Qingqing said sincerely, holding her hand.
These words were sincere. Fortunately, the original owner had such a loyal maid by her side; otherwise, she wouldn't know how she would have faced things when she first arrived.
Rong Qingqing roused herself and, together with Xiao Tao, began to organize the account books.
Regardless of Xie Jingrun's intentions, since she was forced to take on this task, she still had to sort out the accounts, otherwise the embroidered spring knife in Xie Jingrun's hand could be held to her neck at any time.
We can't afford to mess with them!
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