Xie Ning, in a fit of self-pity, flung his sleeves, strode over to He Yin, sat down beside her, picked up the cup beside him, and gulped it down.
He Yin hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
That's his cup...
He Yin rolled up her sleeves with one hand, picked up the exquisite white porcelain pumpkin-shaped water pitcher, poured two cups of steaming water, and handed one cup to Yuan Yao and the other to Xie Ning.
Yuan Yao was flattered: "Thank you, Uncle Heyin."
He Yin responded and looked at Xie Ning: "Drink the honey water, have breakfast, and loosen all the soil around the courtyard wall."
"Huh?" Xie Ning's eyes widened, still bloodshot. "Master, you know that I've been completely weak since I was a child..."
Heyin slowly took a sip of tea: "I noticed you're incredibly strong. Last night, you were kicking and hitting the pillar in the yard, and you even bit it with your teeth, leaving several large teeth marks..."
"Master!" Xie Ning cried out in anguish, "Please, stop talking!"
He already knew he couldn't drink!
When he drinks, nothing good ever comes of it!
In the past, it was fine if he did it in front of his master, since his master was used to him doing so.
But last night it happened in front of my brother and Xiao Yao'er!
His older brother already disliked him, and Xiao Yao'er was a junior...
Xie Ning scooped up the warm honey water, downed it in one gulp, and wiped her lips with her sleeve: "Master, brother, Aning has gone to loosen the soil!"
After speaking, he dragged the chair away and prepared to leave.
Seeing this, Yuan Yao drank the water and stood up sensibly: "Uncle, Yao'er will go with you!"
After all, Xie Ning got drunk last night because she was with him...
As a junior, how could she stand by and watch her uncle be punished without doing anything?
Before the two had left, Heyin raised her hand and tapped the stone table with her well-defined index finger: "Stop, come back."
Yuan Yao glanced at Xie Ning.
Xie Ning silently pulled back the leg that was halfway out.
Yuan Yao also withdrew her foot.
It seems... Uncle is quite afraid of his master.
She wasn't afraid of Heyin at first, but seeing Xie Ning back down, she became a little intimidated.
Heyin appears aloof and cold, but seems to have a very kind and easy-going personality.
But the moment he opened his mouth, it inexplicably made people feel intimidated...
Heyin looked at the two of them and said, "Have breakfast before you go."
The two had no choice but to sit back down.
He Yin then looked at the Ninth Prince: "You don't mind if I discipline them, do you?"
The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "Of course. I am very grateful to you for managing Aning so well over the years."
Heyin replied, "Of course."
In fact, Heyin is not much older than Xie Ning.
He himself was about the same age as the Nine Thousand Years Old.
When Xie Ning was taken in and raised by his side, he was just a teenager.
Without really understanding what was going on, he became someone's mentor, taking care of a little crybaby...
The little crybaby is crying, and he wants to cry too.
The more gently you try to comfort your little crybaby, the louder she cries.
He had no choice but to try being a strict teacher.
Unexpectedly, this tactic proved remarkably effective.
With just a glance or a word, the little crybaby immediately calmed down...
Xie Ning poured two more glasses of honey water, handing one to Xiao Yao'er with a sense of sorrow and affection, as if they were both in the same boat: "Xiao Yao'er, drink more and eat more. You'll have the strength to work when you're full and well-fed."
The Ninth Prince ladled a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Yuan Yao. His gaze swept over her, and he coldly said to Xie Ning, "If Little Yao'er isn't going, you go by yourself."
Xie Ning immediately wilted.
Yuan Yao coughed lightly and said softly, "Father, Uncle Heyin, let Yao'er go help Uncle."
Last night, it was Yao'er who poured the wine for her uncle. Her uncle got drunk, and Yao'er was partly responsible.
Heyin glanced at the Ninth Prince: "Alright, you go and supervise the construction."
ah……
Supervisor?
One hour later—
"Xiao Yao'er, bring me the hoe."
"good!"
"Little Yao'er, bring the basket."
"Uh-huh!"
"Little Yao'er, hand me the bamboo poles for the flower trellis..."
Inside the pavilion, the Ninth Prince, holding a delicate teacup, coldly said, "Xie Ning, are you ever going to stop?"
Xie Ning shrank her neck.
He leaned on his hoe and looked at Heyin with a wronged expression.
Heyin held the teacup, glanced at him, and then spoke, "Seeking Spring."
Xun Chun placed her hands flat in front of her and knelt down to ask, "What are your orders, my lord?"
Heyin raised her hand and took out a money pouch from her sleeve, handing it to Xunchun: "Go outside and hire two quick and efficient day laborers. Choose the honest ones; don't hire the troublemakers and chatterboxes."
Xun Chun curtsied again: "This servant understands."
"Wait a minute." Yuan Yao called out to Xun Chun, and said to He Yin, "Uncle He Yin, there's no need to call someone from outside."
After she finished speaking, she clapped her hands.
Five or six assassins dressed entirely in black concealed themselves and landed on the courtyard wall.
After looking at Heyin, Yuanyao smiled sweetly: "Uncle Heyin, are there enough people here?"
If that's not enough, Yao'er, can you call out some more?
"Enough." Heyin glanced at the assassins and said, "Get down, and don't step on my glazed tiles."
The assassins looked at each other, jumped down from the courtyard wall, and landed in front of Yuan Yao, standing in a row waiting for instructions.
Yuan Yao smiled and said, "Today, I'd like to ask you all to work hard, loosen the soil in this yard, and set up the flower trellis."
"Yes!" the assassins replied in unison.
The group split up; some wielded hoes, others carried baskets, and still others joined hands to build flower trellises...
Despite being an assassin, he worked with great enthusiasm and skill.
Thus, Xie Ning became the supervisor.
Yuan Yao poured a cup of tea and sat obediently beside the Ninth Prince: "Father, are you feeling any better today?"
The Ninth Prince took a sip of tea and glanced at her sideways: "How do you see Father's complexion?"
Yuan Yao examined him carefully for a moment, her eyes darkening slightly: "Father's complexion is still a little pale..."
It's all thanks to Jiang Lanyue!
Fortunately, Jiang Lanyue ultimately reaped what she sowed and received her due punishment; a princess, she was torn apart by five horses...
Suddenly, a heavy weight appeared on my head.
Yuan Yao looked up.
The Ninth Prince gently patted her head with his long, slender fingers: "Why are you frowning? It's not like your father can't get better."
This house is so big. Your Uncle Heyin said that I can arrange the courtyard however I want.
"I've toiled for so many years, so it's fine if you take care of this matter for your father."
Are you decorating the yard?
Yuan Yao looked at He Yin: "Uncle He Yin, is it okay?"
He Yin smiled faintly: "You decide what to do."
Yuan Yao's eyes lit up: "Then, can I follow the decorations of the Moonflower Palace?"
Heyin nodded: "Of course."
"That's wonderful!" Yuan Yao's eyes crinkled with joy.
After laughing, she counted on her fingers and said seriously, "In that case, I need to send a message back to the capital and ask Aruo to send me some silver notes!"
Her banknotes might not be enough to cover her expenses...
Suddenly, a thick stack of silver notes was handed over.
Yuan Yao looked up: "What's this?"
Canfeng glanced at the Ninth Prince carefully and explained, "Princess, this was given to you by His Highness Yunchan."
Prince Yunchan said, what's his is yours.
This money is for his filial piety towards the Emperor, and he tells you not to be stingy with it.
His Highness Yun Chan also said... said..."
The lingering wind scratched its head.
"What did he say?" Yuan Yao asked curiously.
Canfeng glanced at the Ninth Prince and stammered, "If the Princess treats him with disrespect, then even if the Ninth Prince breaks his legs, he will still come to the Princess... um... to make it a fait accompli..."
After saying that, two lines of cold sweat slid down Canfeng's forehead.
He felt that he might not see the sun rise tomorrow...
This job is clearly for the broken moon.
well……
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