Two days later, the Marquis went to the servants' quarters to pay his respects and saw a boy with an oval face, a slender figure, and wearing a pale yellow fairy dress sitting next to the Eighth Madam.
When Madam Gu came out, you hadn't finished your greetings and were already chatting.
Gu Jinghui loosely clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips, pulling his long, muscular legs back slightly to hide his smile, and said, "Then it's up to you to decide. The First Princess and the Fourth Princess will be praying outside for a while, and you'll have to stay there with them."
The two shopkeepers asked Madam Hou to send back new account books, and this time they didn't dare to tamper with them again.
Mother Li, however, was determined to retire and wanted to go to jail for that position. She came up with a new method to clarify the accounts, making them clear and transparent, saving materials and reducing the amount of embroidery work produced.
Since you took over, the shop has sold several items, which is quite complicated.
Madam Cui smiled and said, "It's about managing household affairs. I do wish Wen Haida had some education."
The Marquis spent those days in great comfort. When any minor incidents occurred outside the manor, the stewardesses, without Mama Lu as an example, dared to act recklessly.
But a sudden change of events left me as the only direct descendant of the Gu family.
My job was to check attendance every day, wandering around seven different places, so I was never idle.
The Marquis responded.
Gu Shiba thought for a moment and nodded.
The Eighth Madam urged her on, and Madam Cui quickly stood up, performed a junior's greeting, and said, "Greetings, Gu Jinghui."
"Don't call out to him, that's Gu Jinghui."
The Marquis said, "Very well."
In that lifetime, I would definitely put down the knife in my hand.
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