Jiang Ying continued to put pants on his monkey son without saying a word, and rolled his eyes lightly.
What is this girl thinking? Is she here to wash poop?
For her, an unmarried and childless college student, it is certainly not something she is used to dealing with feces and urine. Even a child would feel uncomfortable.
But she was not as frivolous as Yan Zhuo. She quietly handed a tael of silver to Siyu and said, "Wash it. Your daughter is making money now, so I'll give you a raise. When the child is older, we can find someone else to take care of him together."
The wet nurse Duan that Yan Zhuo called over last time was quite good, quiet and honest.
Siyu happily accepted the reward and said, "That's not necessary. My mother and I have taken good care of the young master."
Then he took out an envelope from his arms and said, "Girl, this is from the prince."
What? Jiang Ying subconsciously thought it was a banknote!
After all, that dog prince owed her 6,000 taels of silver.
When she first came, she only had more than 200 taels. Later, she accepted 1,000 taels of silver and 50 taels of gold from Old Madam Jiang, and 50 taels of silver from Qi Ren. Adding Yan Zhuo's 6,000 taels, wow, her small treasury is almost full!
Family members, whose mistress is so rich?
Well, in other words, why would such a rich girl be a mistress?
The more Jiang Ying thought about it, the more she felt that she should get rid of the disgraceful identity of being a mistress as soon as possible.
As a result, when she pulled it, she found that there was not only a banknote in the envelope, but also a piece of rice paper with words written on it.
The Dog Prince wrote her a letter?
Jiang Ying looked up at the western sky. The sun was setting there. Why was the Dog Prince suddenly acting a little abnormal?
I took it in my hand and read ten lines at a glance, that's all, I read five lines at a glance and finished it.
(The Dog Prince is very frugal with words, so he didn’t write that much!)
Jiang Ying understood. The Dog Prince was definitely trying to comfort her.
Not only did he give her an extra 1,000 taels of silver, he also said that someone would send a betrothal gift in the next few days, and even if she became a concubine, she would still receive the proper respect.
Jiang Ying curled her lips, exerted force with her five fingers, and directly crumpled the Dog Prince's flamboyant handwriting into a ball.
Straight man! You're already a concubine, how can you be respectable?
…
In the Prince's Mansion, Yan Zhuo instructed the housekeeper to buy things in advance.
As long as his parents are still alive, even if he is a stepmother, the three books and six ceremonies will be prepared for him when he gets married.
Jiang Yilin was someone sent by the emperor. Yan Zhuo didn't even remember whether she was round or flat, and of course he didn't care about the betrothal gifts prepared there.
I am a little worried about the woman in Yuhui Cottage. She is as stubborn as a cow and I am afraid it will be difficult to carry her into the house.
The housekeeper was surprised when he heard this and asked, "Your Highness, I don't know what specifications to buy it according to."
Not only are ordinary concubines different from noble concubines, but concubines who are favored by their masters and concubines who are not favored by their masters are definitely different as well.
Besides, since Yan Zhuo was the one who personally arranged this matter, the housekeeper felt that the girl outside was, well, quite capable.
Yan Zhuo pondered this question for a few breaths, and finally raised his eyes, "What are the specifications?"
housekeeper,"……"
He thought about it and was about to answer, but Yan Zhuo suddenly said, "Forget it, give her half of what the Qinwang Mansion gave to the Jiang family."
housekeeper,"???"
His old face was filled with uncontrollable shock, and his eyes instantly widened like copper bells.
Yan Zhuo glanced over and frowned, "Why, do you still have questions?"
The housekeeper's heart was beating like a drum, "Isn't this too much..."
Yan Zhuo raised an eyebrow. Is it a lot? The main reason was that he didn't know how much it usually cost to take a concubine.
At this time, Qi Ren stepped forward and put his arm around the butler's shoulder, "Shen Bo, my father and I have been away for a few days. Has the Prince's Mansion been robbed?"
The latter was shocked at where this news came from and couldn't help shaking his head, "No, no!"
Qi Ren grinned, "That's all, isn't it? The prince isn't short of money. Even if he were to marry eight or ten concubines according to the mistress's standards, the expenses would only be the tip of the iceberg. Why are you so nervous?"
Butler Shen suddenly realized it, and immediately went out to do his work without saying anything.
Qi Ren came up to Yan Zhuo like a servile boy and said, "Your Highness, your tactics this time are very clever!
"Miss Jiang has a calm personality and doesn't like to compete for favors. She only loves money. You can use the money to bring her into your house. Not only will you get the child, but you can also have a medical expert for free.
"From now on, if you have a headache or a fever, you don't have to worry at all."
As he spoke, Qi Ren stared at the antique shelf opposite the bookshelf with an extremely fiery gaze.
Yan Zhuo packed the "Spiritual Spring Crystals" that he had bought from Jiang Ying at a high price into separate boxes and placed them neatly on the antique shelf.
Qi Ren thought about the possibility of stealing in the middle of the night without being discovered by his master...
Seeing his plan, Yan Zhuo snorted coldly, "This king asks you, how did you discover the secret of that woman's medicine stone?"
Even if he didn't believe it the first time he used it, then over the next ten days or so, Yan Zhuo did feel subtle changes in his body, especially in his two arms that had been diagnosed as useless by the imperial physician.
So when Jiang Ying offered 5,000 taels, he was extremely straightforward.
For him, having his arm restored to its normal size is far more precious than thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of taels.
But Qi Ren couldn't explain this matter clearly.
The main thing was that he didn't like to use his brain. As long as it was useful, he didn't care where it came from or what secrets it held. "It's... just a feeling. Your Highness, do you think so too? How about giving me a piece as a reward?"
"Okay..." Yan Zhuo was almost fooled. He reacted and kicked Qi Ren's butt, kicking him out of the study. "Get out!"
Qi Ren touched his butt with a tearful expression.
I didn't get cheated, what a pity.
But he didn't leave. Instead, he took a few steps forward and put his hands on the bookshelf. "Your Highness, I have something important to report."
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