Madam Nian could tell what her eldest son was thinking just by looking at his actions. She glared at him and said, "Shilan, you don't know. She's very naive. If she weren't a little tougher, she would be bullied to death."
Thinking that his younger sister had inherited the same low IQ as his mother, Nian Xiyao began to feel a little worried, but he still had to reassure Madam Nian on the surface.
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At the Ministry of Works, seeing his colleague Nian Xialing rushing over overnight, the other subordinate officials who hadn't yet left looked at their superior, who was one rank above them, with suspicion. Facing their doubtful gazes, Nian Xialing calmly said, "I'm still not at ease because that matter hasn't been completed yet. It won't be too late to go back after it's finished."
Upon hearing that their superior had returned from working through the night, the lower-ranking officials all cast admiring glances at Nian Xialing. As expected of a high-ranking official like Lord Nian, he was indeed responsible. No wonder he had reached such a high position. They all wanted to learn from Lord Nian!
The officials who had been fooled were suddenly energized and sat back down at their workstations. Nian Xialing, who had originally planned to lay out a makeshift bed on the floor after everyone left, froze. Oh no, she had gone too far with the deception.
The following day, in the solemn court, Kangxi looked at the Ministry of Works officials, led by an elderly man whose dark circles under their eyes couldn't be concealed even with foundation, and felt a pang of guilt and doubt. Could it be that he had given the Ministry of Works too much work, exhausting his ministers to this state?
However, what shocked Emperor Kangxi even more than Nian Xialing was the sight of the smooth-faced, youthful-looking man standing at Nian Gengyao's workstation. He was filled with even deeper confusion. Not only was Emperor Kangxi shocked, but even those who knew Nian Gengyao were stunned. Who was this person? The familiar figure and the identical robes proved that the baby-faced man in front of him was General Nian Gengyao, whose voice was usually loud and rough.
Prince Yong stared in shock at Nian Gengyao, who had shaved his beard. He suddenly understood why his friend had kept a beard since they met. After looking at him for a second and feeling a bit uncomfortable, Prince Yong turned to look at Nian Xiyao again and wondered how there could be such a big difference between the two.
Little did he know that Nian Xiyao was also shocked by his younger brother's true appearance. He was familiar with the dark circles under his father's eyes, but he genuinely wanted to laugh at his brother's face, but he forced it back with a distorted expression.
The only one who was probably least shocked was Nian Xialing. After staring at his youngest son for a while, Nian Xialing naturally looked away. He really hadn't expected that his youngest son would inherit the same face as his grandfather, except that he also inherited his height. Looking at his youngest son, who was overly muscular and had a youthful face, Nian Xialing thought to himself with disdain, "No wonder this kid always loves to grow a beard."
Perhaps because of the commotion caused by the Nian family father and son, today's court assembly ended quickly in an eerie and quiet atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Qingyin, who was lounging at home, idly flipped through a storybook in her hand, propping her head up with one hand. The gold hairpin in her hair swayed gently against her face as she pondered the path she would take in the future. Entering Prince Yong's residence and protecting her child would be easy, but finding a male favorite would be difficult. She already had few opportunities to meet men in the Prince's residence, let alone in the Imperial Palace. She couldn't just find any random man. Qingyin thought with a sense of annoyance, completely unaware that some wild men had discovered a peerless treasure and would fly in like moths to a flame to snatch her away.
Thinking about it, Qingyin sighed with worry and asked the person in charge of the shop, Daihua, "How is Daihua, who manages the shops on the west side, doing?"
"Miss is truly amazing! The shops that Manager Dai manages are now making hundreds of taels a day, and business is booming." Upon hearing this, Dongmei, who was fanning the young lady on the chaise lounge, quickly withdrew her gaze from the beautiful young lady and said happily.
"So profitable?" Qingyin was somewhat surprised. She knew that those shops were just food stalls, and they weren't exactly high-end. The average person's spending power was limited, so the profits were usually just enough to break even.
"Yes, Miss, I don't know what Manager Dai was thinking. Buy one get one free, bundled sales... The people are going crazy for it. Those shops are swamped right now."
Qingyin nodded. He was a talented person. To be able to think of such tricks in ancient times was truly a business genius. No wonder he was able to successfully run from the countryside to the capital. Since his subordinates were so capable, she, as the boss, couldn't be too stingy. "Dongmei, give Manager Dai another two times the money."
"Yes, Miss."
In the Yong Prince's Mansion, Yi Xiu, who had just finished fighting Ulanara Rouze and becoming the second Fujin, had a dark and unclear look in her eyes. Thinking of the physician she had won over, who said that her chances of getting pregnant in this lifetime were extremely slim, she wished she could drag out that good sister who had seduced her sister's husband and whip her corpse again. And then there was Hong Hui, who left her hot in her arms. Yi Xiu's heart felt like it was being torn apart.
"One Rouze left and another Nian Shi came. Ha, Your Highness is truly heartless." Yi Xiu covered her head, half crying and half laughing. Her beautiful face was severely damaged by this distorted expression.
Since my child is gone, they don't need children either. A ruthless glint flashed in Yixiu's eyes.
"Fujin" Jianqiu looked at her mistress, who had become much more obsessive because of the departure of Prince Honghui, with great worry.
"It's alright, we should prepare a 'grand gift' for this Ms. Nian."
"Yes, Madam." Jianqiu quietly served Yixiu as if she hadn't understood the viciousness in those words; only her slightly trembling hands proved that she understood her mistress's meaning.
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