Chapter 85 He stood up for her in the same way.
When Yao Shisan returned to the courtyard, Qingwu and Sangqi's belongings had already been cleared out.
Wenxi was called back that night.
Yao Shisan had come to her senses and reached out to touch her daughter's face.
"Mother is alright."
Wenxi came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup. "The doctor said there's nothing seriously wrong and prescribed some calming and energy-boosting remedies."
Shuang'er took the medicine, somewhat indignant, and said, "What time is it now? Your Highness is still trying to force some people with ulterior motives on us."
"Shuang'er".
Yao Shisan stopped her, "Don't forget we're just staying here temporarily."
Wenxi glanced at the two of them, lowered her eyes slightly, and then said slowly, "Shuang'er, you take care of Madam Yao. I'll go and coax Fu'er to sleep first."
Shuang'er subconsciously turned around and glanced at Wen Xi.
She sensed that Sister Wenxi seemed a little unhappy...
Yao Shisan drank the rather unpleasant-tasting herbal soup in one gulp.
“Shuang’er, Wenxi is from the Prince Cheng’s mansion, and she has never been on our side.”
"A fake is a fake. You can't start to believe it's real just because it's been fake for a long time."
She had already experienced life and death in her previous life, but Shuang'er had not.
Some things cannot be explained clearly.
The days that followed seemed no different from when we were on the road.
Only Yao Shisan's belly grew bigger day by day.
After encountering Wei Xun twice when she went out, she started wearing a veil before going out.
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Wei Xun helping the gardener unload things.
Among the servants, Wei Xun stood out from the crowd.
Even though he was dressed as a servant, he really didn't look like a servant.
He spotted Yao Shisan about to leave immediately.
His gaze then unconsciously fell on Shuang'er behind him.
"Ah Xun!"
Before he could look away, someone patted him on the back.
Zheng Xier brought him some warm rice cakes.
The only person he is relatively familiar with here is Zheng Xier.
Wei Xun glanced at the pastries in her hand and coldly refused, "I won't eat them."
Zheng Xier was already used to his cold words and didn't care at all.
"When I first met you, you ate thirteen pieces of rice cake. I thought you liked it."
Wei Xun ignored her and continued with his work.
"What do you like? I'll bring you something next time!"
Zheng Xier tirelessly stayed by his side, her little mouth chattering away.
Wei Xun: "I don't know."
He remembers nothing at all, not even his likes and dislikes.
The only people he felt somewhat familiar with were Madam Yao and Shuang'er, but they always avoided him.
They might not have known him before, or they might have known him but found him to be an annoying person, which is why they avoided him like the plague.
Zheng Xier continued to press, "A-Xun, could you teach me how to use that knife you were showing off the other day?"
While Wei Xun was chopping wood, she went over to suggest that he join the army.
It was a real waste that someone with such excellent skills was only working as a servant in the Prince's mansion.
Just then, I saw him finish chopping wood, pick up his heavy machete, and start swinging it around.
It was as if it were no longer an ordinary wood-chopping knife, but a long spear that could be used to kill enemies!
"No," Wei Xun continued to refuse.
When he looked up again, Madam Yao's carriage had already left.
After unloading the flower seeds, he silently pulled the cart towards the backyard.
Undeterred, Zheng Xier continued her pursuit, saying, "A-Xun, with your skills, are you content to be just a lowly servant?"
"Even if he can't be made a marquis or a general, he can at least become a commander of a thousand!"
Wei Xun ignored her words, picked up a stone flowerpot, and walked inside.
When Zheng Xier tried to chase after him inside, she was stopped by the guards at the door.
She stomped her foot in frustration.
If only I hadn't brought Ah Xun to the Prince's Mansion. With his skills, he could have joined the army. If she had just asked her aunt, Ah Xun would have had a bright future.
But this person is as wooden as a block of wood.
No matter how many times she says it, it won't make a difference.
Wei Xun silently finished all his tasks, and only after he had some free time did he feel some figures flash through his mind.
It's very familiar.
But I couldn't see it clearly.
He looked down at his hands.
The gardener said that although his hands were calloused, they were not the hands used for manual labor.
Who exactly is he...?
"Ah Xun, Old Hu at the flower nursery planted a cassia tree that was missing. Go and bring it back."
The three gardeners in the manor are currently extremely busy.
The garden needs to be finished as soon as possible in the next two days, so no one has time to make a special trip there now.
The quiet and obedient Ah Xun came in handy.
"Okay." Wei Xun stood up, pulled the wooden cart, and went out again.
The flower nursery is a bit far, located in the suburbs.
Even if you're fast on your feet, it still takes more than an hour to make a round trip.
No one would willingly accept such a situation.
But Wei Xun wouldn't; he would do whatever he was told.
Honest and simple.
He's fairly good-looking.
There are already stewards inquiring about his marriage prospects for their unmarried daughters.
As Wei Xun was pulling the sapling back, he encountered Madam Yao again.
His gaze would always involuntarily fall on Shuang'er behind her.
He pursed his lips slightly. Although they wouldn't admit it, he felt that he must know Shuang'er.
Madam Yao got into the carriage, and Shuang'er walked into the shop across the street.
He lowered his eyes slightly and continued pulling the cart forward.
As I passed by that shop, I heard arguing coming from inside.
"Shopkeeper! This wasn't agreed upon a few days ago!"
“Young lady, we’re a small business, and the price of timber has changed recently, so we definitely can’t charge you the original price.”
"Shopkeeper, we've already paid a deposit! You're trying to raise the price on the spot!"
The shopkeeper snorted coldly, "Miss, you're mistaken. The timber you need is scarce in Yuzhou City, and I spent a lot of money to transport it back from outside."
"Take it or leave it, don't stop me from doing business!"
Shuang'er gritted her teeth. This shopkeeper was so arrogant because his family was the only one in the entire Yuzhou City who had this kind of wood.
No other alternative wood is as good; it is hard and not easily deformed.
We urgently need the timber from the warehouse.
They had no time to search elsewhere.
Seeing that she didn't speak, the shopkeeper pushed her, saying, "Don't block my way while I'm doing business..."
"ah!--"
An axe, accompanied by a gust of wind, grazed past the shopkeeper's ear and slammed deeply into the wooden plank behind him.
The shopkeeper felt a sharp pain in his ear as the axe shaved off a bit of skin near his ear.
Only then did he belatedly realize that if the axe had missed even a fraction of its mark, he would have been on his way to meet the King of Hell.
Shuang'er turned around in surprise.
Wei Xun stood outside the door, holding the axe he often used to chop wood.
She looked at his expressionless face, and her lips twitched slightly.
This scene seems familiar...
When she was deceived by Zhang Lang, he stood up for her in the same way...
The shopkeeper finally regained his voice, his legs trembling.
"I...I know you're from the Prince Cheng's residence!"
"Does the Prince Cheng's mansion give them the right to bully and oppress us ordinary people?!"
Shuang'er is no longer the cowardly Shuangjiang who only knew how to cry.
She pulled the deposit receipt from her sleeve. "Are we the ones who are bullying you, or are you unscrupulous merchants raising prices?!"
"This is the contract we signed six days ago, and both parties signed and sealed it."
"Now it's your fault for not shipping the goods as agreed! You're the one who went back on your word!"
Yao Shisan also got off the carriage.
"The shopkeeper must have made up his mind that we can't buy timber now, which is why he's so fearless."
The shopkeeper has powerful connections; he has no real ability elsewhere.
But in Yuzhou, he's the one who calls the shots when it comes to timber!
He returned the deposit he had received a few days earlier to them, saying, "I'm not doing business with you anymore!"
snort.
Why hasn't the Prince Cheng's Mansion been repaired yet?
That's because the timber they need is only available to him!
Now I've angered him.
Even the construction of Prince Cheng's Mansion has to be halted!
"you!--"
Shuang'er gritted her teeth. Everyone says that no merchant is honest, but in all the time they've been out here, the most cunning person they've ever met is this timber shop manager!
Yao Shisan said, "Shuang'er, let's go. If it's not in Yuzhou, does it mean it's not in Linzhou or Jiangzhou either?"
The shopkeeper grew smug. "Please go ahead, Madam—"
Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked away and crashed into a wooden board leaning against the wall.
He clutched his chest and slid to the ground in agony.
The axe on the wooden board fell with a loud crash, hitting him squarely between his legs.
Just a little bit short.
He's ruined...
Wei Xun withdrew his foot and looked coldly at the shopkeeper, "Do you want my life, or the timber?"
An unpleasant odor filled the air.
The timber merchant was so scared he wet his pants.
There are two or three other timber shops on this street, but this one basically monopolizes the market.
He also seized control of the source of the best timber.
Whenever any place in Yuzhou City needed repairs, they would buy timber from his family.
The remaining timber businesses could only engage in small-scale trading with ordinary people.
Today, seeing that someone has finally taught him a lesson, everyone is applauding.
"Isn't Boss Su a relative of the current Empress Dowager? Could it be that even the people of Prince Cheng's mansion can't do anything about him?"
"One is a relative from our hometown whose name we don't even know, and the other is a member of the imperial clan. Boss Su's brain is fried, and yours is fried too?"
"What if Boss Su really has that ability..."
Over the years, Boss Su has been clever in avoiding trouble elsewhere, but he has been arrogant and unreasonable in the timber business.
He didn't become an official, but he made a fortune in Yuzhou City, enough for him to live a comfortable and peaceful life.
But he indulged in excessive eating during the renovation of Prince Cheng's mansion, becoming insatiable and pushing his luck.
Even Governor Zheng couldn't do anything about him.
Now, Madam Yao from Prince Cheng's mansion wants to buy timber again.
So he tried to use the same trick again.
Unfortunately, neither Yao Shisan nor Shuang'er were the type of managers who preferred to avoid trouble.
Yao Shisan turned around and glanced at the person speaking outside.
She gave a light snort. "A relative, is it?"
"A local official is more powerful than a county magistrate, let alone the capital city thousands of miles away."
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