Chapter 59 I'm Not Marrying You
"Otherwise, our Ningning will...will...not marry you."
Shen Ruzhi didn't have much confidence in saying this.
After all, their marriage was arranged by imperial decree, and given Pei Yanchuan's status, he wouldn't have to worry about finding a wife.
Even if Pei Yanchuan were to die soon, many people would still be willing to marry their daughters to him.
After all, even when a person dies, their glory and wealth remain.
"Okay, I know you don't lack women, but our Ningning is the most beautiful and prettiest."
"Also, Ningning doesn't mind that you're old and your stamina isn't what it used to be..."
Jiang Wan Ning stepped forward and covered Shen Ru Zhi's mouth, "Alright, stop talking."
If we keep talking, the people in this house will start digging a tunnel.
“Oh, Miss Chen, you’ve misunderstood my lord,” Mo Qing said. “My lord already had someone choose a shop yesterday.”
"I guarantee it's even better than the one you saw."
"Of course, the one you're looking at is also the Princess's."
Mo Qing nudged his master quietly, "Your Highness, why don't you hurry up and bring out the things you prepared overnight?"
Pei Yanchuan took out something from his sleeve. "This is a detailed list of all the assets of the Prince's Mansion."
"The farmland and shops are all there, along with the family's seal and keys."
"There was a shop that was very suitable, and I have already had it vacated."
"Your Highness, this..."
She hasn't even married into the family yet, and she's already handing over the power to manage the household to me?
"You'll be handed over to us sooner or later anyway. There's no proper manager in the household, so just take what you need and use it directly."
Just as Jiang Wan Ning was about to refuse, Shen Ru Zhi took it from her, saying, "Then I will thank Your Highness on behalf of Ning Ning."
"No, Your Highness should thank Ningning. Such a big matter of housekeeping is very troublesome and time-consuming."
Jiang Wanning: "......"
"Thank you for your trouble." Pei Yanchuan nodded slightly.
"What about that thing?" Shen Ruzhi leaned closer and asked tentatively.
Pei Yanchuan's eyes twitched. "I will handle this matter properly, Miss Shen, please rest assured."
"Okay." Shen Ruzhi stuffed the things into Shaoyao's hand.
"Shall I escort you back to your residence?"
"No need, Your Highness," Jiang Wan Ning said. "I'd like to go check on the shop. You can go ahead and get busy."
Pei Yanchuan wanted to offer to stay with her.
But before he could finish speaking, he said, "Alright then."
He instructed Mo Qing to protect Jiang Wan Ning, and then left first.
"Peony, give me the things."
"Ningning, don't be silly and give it back!"
“Zhizhi, I know you mean well, but this is against etiquette,” Jiang Wanning said seriously. “If anyone should take it, it should be me. How can I let Shaoyao take it?”
"With so much wealth, what if all the peonies are used to buy food?"
Peony: "Miss, even if I were a pig, I couldn't eat this much!"
Shen Ruzhi's words of criticism stuck in her throat, neither coming out nor going out, as she stared blankly at Jiang Wanning.
Hasn't she always valued etiquette and manners, those intangible things?
Under Shen Ruzhi's direct gaze, Jiang Wanning put the items into her pocket.
Pei Yanchuan only provided a detailed list of all the farmland and shops; the account books and such were not easy to move and should still be in the mansion.
However, with the butler's seal and key, and the personal token Pei Yanchuan had given him before, he was well-equipped to handle the situation.
Everything in the Langya Prince's Mansion is entirely up to him.
From then on, if Pei Anqing wanted to withdraw money, he would have to ask his stepmother for it.
Besides, she needs money right now, so there's no need to be so polite with her future husband.
This is the first time in the history of Dongling Kingdom that a wife has handed over the power of managing the household before even entering the family.
Mo Qing rubbed his nose with his index finger.
The prince, fearing the princess might not accept the gift, spent the entire night devising excuses and reasons.
Mo Qing led the group to the new shop, which was larger and better decorated than the previous one.
The tables and chairs are all set up. With a little tidying up and hiring some staff, we can open for business.
"How come I remember this used to be the Worry-Free Pavilion?" Peony scratched her head.
Jiang Wan Ning tilted her head slightly and looked out the window on the second floor.
This is indeed the former Wuyou Pavilion, a famous teahouse in the capital.
Pei Yanchuan encountered the assassin here last time.
"This Worry-Free Pavilion belongs to your prince?" Jiang Wan Ning realized.
"To be precise, it belongs to our Prince." Mo Qing crossed her arms. "Or rather, it belongs to your husband, Your Highness."
Even though Jiang Wan Ning had lived two lives, her face flushed red at these words.
He turned his face away and said, "Worry-Free Pavilion has always had a very good business."
"Many officials and businessmen often come here to discuss business."
Since it was opened by Pei Yanchuan, it can't just be for money; it must also be an intelligence point.
Mo Qing understood that Jiang Wan Ning had guessed that the teahouse was an intelligence point.
He explained, "This teahouse has already been exposed; whether it stays open or not, it's just a matter of making some money."
What Jiang Wan Ning really wanted to say was, since the teahouse is making money, why not keep it open?
You can just give it to yourself to run; you can just open your own shop and find a new location.
It seems she really needs to manage this household.
However, this location and size are indeed more suitable.
Jiang Wan Ning was very satisfied.
On the other side,
Pei Yanchuan arrived at the dungeon of the Prince's mansion.
Since he was the crown prince, Mo Ran did not use excessive torture.
This means locking people in iron cages filled with sewage, which would sink and submerge them every so often.
After all, compared to shaving that thing off, he felt he was much kinder than Miss Shen.
Their master was a prince, but this man, who had obtained the position of heir apparent through the favor of his biological father, was not considered a master by his brothers.
"Father, Father."
Pei Anqing looked up and saw that the person who came was Pei Yanchuan. The person who was originally curled up and lying down suddenly rushed to the side of the iron cage.
The chains binding the iron cage creaked and groaned as it swayed violently in the air.
Pei Anqing called out "Father" repeatedly in a hoarse voice.
After a long pause, Pei Yanchuan slowly spoke, "I thought you had forgotten your identity."
Pei Yanchuan sat cross-legged in the armchair, turning the thumb ring on his thumb.
"Father, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong," Pei Anqing pleaded.
In the past, no matter what he did, Pei Yanchuan would turn a blind eye and not criticize him too much.
He thought he could use his biological father's kindness to hold Pei Yanchuan hostage for the rest of his life.
But looking at this man in front of me today, I feel like I've crossed his line.
Jiang Wan Ning was so important to him.
"Father, I truly know I was wrong. I just... I just can't let go..."
"ah--"
Mo Ran triggered the mechanism, and the iron cage sank to the bottom of the water again. He counted in his mind, and when he felt it was about time, he pressed the mechanism again, and the cage slowly rose up.
Pei Anqing took deep breaths of air.
"Your Highness, be careful what you say," Mo Ran said coldly.
Pei Anqing clenched his fists, leaned against a corner of the iron cage, and said in a weak and hoarse voice, "Yes, it was your son's fault."
"Father, please forgive your son this time."
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