Although Wang Fu was an elderly, widowed eunuch who couldn't even win an argument against Zuo Zhen, his ability to direct a move was extraordinary.
A jade ruyi with blood-like patterns from a previous dynasty?
Move out! Move out!
Move out now!
Let the girl throw it around and play with it!
A piece of finely carved coral in pure gold?
Take it away! Take it away!
Remove it immediately!
Give it to the girl to break into pieces and play with!
Oh?
There's also peacock green jade?
Water-permeable jade and glass armor?
Gold-inlaid bracelet with nine dragons playing with a pearl?
A thousand-year-old ebony carved table...?
Take it all, take it all, leave nothing behind!
In just a few hours, the already magnificent Haoyue Palace became even more dazzling and resplendent. Even the seemingly ordinary ornaments in the corners could be traced back to previous dynasties, or even ancient antiques from hundreds of years ago.
Wang Fu reported energetically to the noble and aloof figure: "Your Majesty, as you instructed, this old servant has moved everything that could be moved from the private treasury, and the remaining items cannot be stored in Haoyue Palace."
Shen Jiao nodded in agreement: "It's not that there's no room; she has absolutely nowhere to put her feet."
It's not that there's no room to move around.
The ornaments were too expensive, and she couldn't bear to step on them.
Ji Yan was holding that palm-sized ancient book, and Shen Jiao sighed, "The tyrant is really a self-disciplined and ambitious good boy!"
It will take her at least three years to read such a thick book.
And Tyrant, I'll be finishing watching it in less than three months!
The mischievous child is either lazy or amazing when he does try, which makes Shen Jiao very gratified.
Knowing that the frizzy hamster didn't like reading, Ji Yancai blatantly read aloud in front of her the "108 Little Tricks to Win a Girl's Heart" that the Qinglang Sword Saint had given him.
It was worth it for him to give this tattered book a fancy cover!
The hamster with its frizzy fur is either not silly at all, or it's surprisingly silly, which makes Ji Yan very happy.
"How do you feel? Is there anything else you're not satisfied with? I'll have Wang Fu revise it." Ji Yan's beautiful fingers turned a page of the book.
Wang Fu also asked, "Yes, yes, how does the young lady feel? Is there anything else she's not satisfied with? This old servant will have them change it."
The palace maids, standing in a row, asked obsequiously, "Yes, yes, how does the young lady feel? Is there anything you're not satisfied with? We'll change it right away."
Shen Jiao: "..."
She felt a chill run down her spine from that eager and impatient gaze, and took two steps back. "I'm quite satisfied, but I have one small suggestion."
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow: "You speak."
Shen Jiao frowned and said seriously, "How about the main hall is for the baby to stay in, and I'll sleep on the floor in the corridor?"
Being a security guard is worse than being a landlord!
Ji Yan: "..."
Can't you be a little more sensible?
Wang Fu: "..."
Can't you be a little more sensible?
Everyone: "..."
Can't you be a little more sensible?
...
Shen Jiao's suggestion to sleep on the floor was ruthlessly rejected by the tyrant.
These junks were meant for her to ruin, so why is she so concerned?
"What is your dream?" Ji Yan suddenly asked.
Shen Jiao almost blurted out: "Lying dead."
Fortunately, she stopped in time, her voice brimming with passion: "My dream is to study hard, improve every day, get into university, and leave the mountains! To become someone who contributes to society, builds the country, and helps the people!"
Ji Yan sighed, "Speak like a human being. There are no outsiders here."
Shen Jiao: "Sleep until you naturally wake up, count money until your hands cramp."
“Simple.” Ji Yan directly instructed Wang Fu to place a chaise longue in his private treasury.
There is no other reason.
Besides many rare treasures, the private treasury also contains a lot of money!
Wang Fu immediately went to do it.
If there's a chaise lounge, there should at least be a small table to place snacks, right?
A table should have some decorative items, right?
Once you have decorative items, you need to add some other decorations, otherwise it will look too out of place!
So, following the same example, Wang Fu also set up a comfortable little nest for Shen Jiao in his private storehouse.
Shen Jiao: What's the difference between this and living in a bank?
It's basically like saying the money in the bank belongs to everyone, but the money in the private treasury belongs to her?
Ji Yan affectionately patted her head: "Good girl, whenever you feel like having a cramp, go to the private vault for a nap, and when you wake up, count your money."
Shen Jiao: "..."
She pinched herself.
That really hurts!
It's not a dream.
"Of course, you can count other people's too. I'll take you over the wall, and if you like, bring them back and keep counting!" the tyrant suggested earnestly.
Wang Fu readily handed over a list: "Young lady, take a look. These are all wealthy families in the capital."
Shen Jiao: "..."
It can only be said that she was inferior to the Ji clan in terms of their tendency to be incompetent rulers.
...
The royal palace was peaceful, but the Marquis of Anbo's residence was in complete chaos.
"Yu'er, what are you doing? The Marquis of Anbo's mansion is your home. Why are you going to stay at an inn? I don't agree!" Marquis Anbo was extremely anxious and paced around Shen Yu.
What exactly happened?
After he finally managed to copy the family rules five hundred times and successfully escape from the ancestral hall, Shen Yu cried and made a scene, insisting on moving out.
"Father, it's all Yu'er's fault. My sister hasn't come home yet, it must be because I'm still in the Marquis's mansion. If I leave, she will definitely come back."
Shen Yu cries easily; her eyes are like two springs, and tears fall uncontrollably.
This caused Marquis Anbo great distress.
"Nonsense, how could it be your fault? It's all because that brat is being unreasonable as the older sister. Whether she loves you or not is none of your business. Oh, my dear, don't cry, don't cry. If you cry, my heart will break."
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