Rong Ting made up his mind.
He considered the eight-year-old himself dead.
I will never mention this matter in front of her again.
…
There was an account book on the small round table, and next to it was a small abacus and a red pen.
Jiang Rao reopened the account book and asked Rong Ting, "How long will it take before you return to Bailu Academy?"
For those scholars who are able to enter Bailu Academy, today is their most glorious day except for the day when the results are announced.
When they came out of the academy, everyone passing by on the street looked at him with admiration, and wherever he went, there were envious and admiring glances at him.
How many people are willing to give up such a unique moment?
"In exchange for one hour."
"The streets are too noisy, I don't want to stay there." Rong Ting lowered his eyes, "But I have nowhere else to go. The palace... I don't want to go back."
Jiang Rao thought about his situation in her heart. If it were her, she would not want to go back to that desolate and cold palace that brought so much suffering.
Outside the palace, she was the only person he recognized.
Just indulge Rong Ting to stay here.
"But I have some account to settle, and I can't talk to you."
Jiang Rao looked at Rong Ting's homeless eyes, and there was an inexplicable sense of guilt in her expression.
"Just continue with your accounting. I'll stay here for a while." Rong Ting said obediently, "I'll be quiet."
As if he was afraid of being chased away, he spoke in a low voice.
I couldn’t leave Bailu Academy for the next ten days, and therefore couldn’t see her.
Deep in his eyes, there is greed.
A piece of cold jade, as white as the moonlight, hung at his waist, lustrous and swaying gently.
Huai Qing originally had no idea why his prince suddenly asked him to return to the palace to find this jade ring accessory.
He thought that his highness regarded this jade ring as a lucky charm.
But when he suddenly saw the hairpin on Jiang Rao's head.
All the confusions in my heart have become clear.
Same moon white color, similar sheen and texture.
It looks like it's made from the same piece of jade.
No wonder his Highness had been keeping the jade ring straight around his waist all the way to prevent it from being blocked by anything and exposed.
He was showing off all the way, obviously wanting passers-by to see clearly what he was wearing.
Rong Ting slowly raised his eyes and looked at the hairpin on Jiang Rao's head.
I was happy, but at the same time, I felt secretly uneasy because of the bad things I did as a child.
She lowered her head to settle accounts, and was lower than him, so he couldn't see her face clearly.
Stared at
Yes, he would bend his upright body down a little, support his head, and look at her with his head tilted.
The boy looked at it cautiously, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure.
He was feeling more and more regretful.
At eight years old, he was so blind that he didn't even look at her carefully.
She must look good even with mud on her.
He pushed her away four times.
And now there is not a single chance.
Rong Ting was a little annoyed.
Jiang Rao had only flipped through a few pages of the account when she felt the temperature around her was getting a little hot. It feels like someone is holding me tightly with their eyes.
But when she raised her eyes, Rong Ting's gaze had moved away at the right time.
Jiang Rao was puzzled. "Why are you lying there at the desk?"
Rong Ting's expression remained calm, showing no embarrassment of being caught. Instead, he gently frowned.
He looked sick and had pain under his eyes.
"I have a headache," he said.
This cute, weak and helpless look...
Huai Qing sighed softly in his heart.
He was originally a eunuch in the deep palace and had seen many ways that concubines used to compete for favor.
But looking at the Ninth Prince now, one can't help but feel that he has not seen enough of the world.
Although I sighed in my heart, I helped out at the right time...
"Your Highness the Ninth Prince has not rested for a moment since he got up at 3:00 pm today. Perhaps he is too tired to have a headache."
Jiang Rao was always very nervous about Rong Ting's health. She stopped counting the beads on the abacus and asked, "Do you want to see a doctor?"
"It doesn't hurt much." Rong Ting looked at her without blinking.
"What about your leg injury? Will it hurt if you change it?" Jiang Rao looked at him nervously.
A hint of guilt flashed in Rong Ting's eyes.
His leg injury has almost completely healed by now. Except for riding and hunting, he can no longer do anything else, and he is no different from a normal person.
But at present, apart from him, only his father knows that his legs have recovered.
But he missed the best opportunity to tell her, and he didn't know how to start.
And when he thought that every time she worried about his leg injury, she would think about him more, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
He wanted to wait until he was well enough to ride and hunt before telling her.
Although Huai Qing followed Rong Ting, Rong Ting did not need anyone to help him dress or bathe. What Huai Qing always saw was him sitting in a wheelchair.
In addition, Huai Qing had heard rumors in the palace. The palace was in an uproar, saying that the Ninth Prince's legs were in such serious condition that even if a needle was inserted into them, he would have no feeling.
He was frightened when he heard this, and whispered, "Fourth Miss, the master's leg injury is very serious."
Rong Ting slightly shifted his gaze and said vaguely:
"Don't worry too much. It's much better than when we were in Yecheng."
Two words between master and servant.
To Jiang Rao, it sounded like Rong Ting was just saying that his leg injury had healed a lot, just to comfort her so that she didn't have to worry.
In fact, the injury was severe.
There was more pity in her eyes.
Doctor Ren said that those with strong physical foundations will recover much faster. The fastest one can recover almost completely in half a year.
Rong Ting must have suffered a lot when he was a child. In the year in Yecheng, before he met her, he had no food to eat and no one to take care of him. His health was weak and he recovered slowly.
Pitiful.
"I'll go find a doctor for you instead." She said, turning to look at the maid.
"Need not."
Rong Ting refused.
While she turned around, he moved his arm and adjusted the angle.
Only then did he stay still and quiet, resting his chin on the table, raising his long eyelashes to look at her and say, "I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest at the desk for a while."
It is said that he was working at a desk.
In fact, he just found a position that would make it easier for him to see the face of the person opposite him.
He continued to stare at her with his eyes full of life.
…
For Jiang Rao.
The perspective of looking down from above weakened the hostility and aggressiveness brought by his narrow and long eyes, and the degree of pitifulness in them was doubled.
It was a bit like the way she held the puppy from her grandfather's yard, cupping its face in her hands and squinting its eyes when she tickled its chin.
Jiang Rao's palms suddenly felt itchy.
But she restrained herself.
If she doesn't hurry up, she will never be able to finish reading these account books.
Just now her brother came over suddenly, and she was busy coaxing him, so she put the account book aside for the time being.
But besides the accounts of this grain shop, she also had accounts of a silver shop and a pawn shop waiting for her...
Her father really kept his word. He said he would find her something to do, and he really found her a lot of things to do.
“If you’re in severe pain, remember to call me.” She reminded Rong Ting and continued to check the accounts.
Originally, Jiang Rao was not in a hurry to sort out the accounts. She planned to wait at home for Liu to have the housekeepers of each shop send the account books to her so that she could just take a look at them without having to make the trip herself.
Her mother also told him in advance that even if Liu might have taken some money from her shop's income for her own use, he shouldn't be so fussy about it.
After all, even if she hired a shopkeeper to help her family run the shop, she would still have to give him gifts during festivals.
Since they are related relatives, there is no need to kill them all and make the two families unhappy.
His dad is young
At that time, his uncle did help his father a lot. The shop accounts were a bit confusing, so he turned a blind eye to it and regarded it as a favor for his father.
Jiang Qinshi was a girl who was spoiled by her family. She never cared about losing a little money.
Jiang Rao originally wanted to listen to her mother.
But after a dream last night, I don’t want to turn a blind eye to it anymore.
In the dream she had last night, Liu spoke ill of her family behind their backs to everyone she met, saying that her father was an ungrateful person who could never be tamed.
Today I heard from her brother again about what Liu had done. Jiang Rao felt furious just thinking about how her kindness was taken for granted.
The accounts of several shops must be settled no matter what.
If she caught Liu talking nonsense in the future, she would settle the account in person. Liu would have to pay back at least the amount that was shortfall.
She went straight to the shop and asked the owner to look at the store's account books to prevent Liu from doing anything wrong.
The shopkeeper was someone Liu had arranged to be here. He was reluctant to hand over the account books at first, until she mentioned her grandfather's name.
The shopkeeper was so hesitant that he knew there was something fishy going on.
But Jiang Rao didn't expect that the trick would be so big.
She had only let her uncle and Liu look after the shop, and her father had already promised to give them 30% of the revenue.
But when actually looking at the account book, it was found that another 30% of the money was missing and nowhere to be found.
Just before Jiang Jinxing came, she had sorted out the past three years, and the book losses amounted to thousands of taels of silver.
It is said that Liu is frugal and manages the household well...
It turns out that this kind of thriftiness...
She was so worried that she couldn't help frowning. She picked up the red pen and circled a few words next to the problematic accounts.
Rong Ting looked at her like this, his eyes instantly turned cold as if they were needles of ice, and he asked in a cold voice, "Is there a problem with the account?"
Jiang Rao said "hmm", "There are a few big expenses that I'm not sure about."
She didn't tell Rong Ting too much about family matters or trivial matters, she just said, "I'll wait and check it out later."
But Jiang Rao was indeed troubled by this matter.
She originally just wanted to find some small evidence against Liu, but now it seems that she accidentally found something big...
It’s enough to cause a quarrel between the two families.
But if there is a serious quarrel with Liu
That might mean a breakup with the first wife.
I don't know how sad her father must be.
In the entire Ning'an Marquis' Mansion, Fourth Master Jiang values the most the relationship between him and his eldest brother. He values it so much that even though the old man's heart leaned towards him at the beginning, he was carefree and careless when he was young, and completely regarded the Ning'an Marquis' Mansion, which was fought over by the other families, as a hot potato.
Just to avoid hurting the relationship between him and his elder brother.
Jiang Rao has always known this.
It’s difficult…
She sighed softly, not even realizing how deeply her brows were furrowed.
Huai Qing suddenly felt that the gaze of his Ninth Prince had become extremely gloomy, chilling to the bone.
That expression can be condensed into a few words
Someone is going to suffer.
…
As expected.
After leaving the grain shop, Huai Qing saw Rong Ting pause for a moment.
Rong Ting looked back.
There was no trace of the weak and pitiful look on his face.
He sat upright in a wheelchair, looking down coldly with his long eyes, and his voice sounded particularly cold and low.
He tapped his fingers lightly, as if he had a headache. "Take Changxing with you to check the details of the Jiang family's eldest wife's family and what she has done in the past few years."
Changxing was the one with the best martial arts among the palace maids that Jiang Rao had added to Shouhuai Palace.
Huai Qing asked cautiously, "Master, do you want to deal with Madam Liu?"
There was a hint of trepidation in his tone.
Rong Ting frowned.
The future head lady of the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion...
Even if he could deal with it, at his current state, all he could use were some shady tricks, which might very well end up hurting himself.
But he didn't want to ask anyone to bully the person he wanted to protect.
Even if it just made that person frown, he felt in his heart...that was not right, it wouldn't work.
"Just do as I tell you." Rong Ting said.
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