Chapter 6 It’s Impossible to Get My Money
Cui Jingyue's fingers ran across the red deficit on the account book, and her nails almost tore through the thin paper.
She suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze like an arrow, shooting straight at Song Qingyuan who was sipping tea peacefully beside her.
"Song, did you accept any gifts a few days ago?"
The voice was as cold as ice, and carried an air of coming to call for an explanation.
Song Qingyuan calmly put down the teacup, took the handkerchief beside him, and carefully wiped the water stains on his fingertips. Every movement showed his calmness.
She raised her eyes and calmly met Cui Jingyue's gaze.
"Princess, it's not a gift. My brother saw that I didn't have much in this mansion, so he gave me some of his family property."
She sneered in her heart.
He gave her a teahouse that was so dilapidated that it was about to collapse, and then he wanted to extort more than a dozen boxes of gold, silver and jewelry from her?
This princess's calculations are a bit too loud.
Cui Jingyue obviously didn't believe it, she closed the account book with a snap
The voice suddenly rose: "Everyone in the mansion is watching. More than a dozen large boxes were carried into your courtyard, and you still dare to say that they are not gifts? Song, today you will hand over all those stolen goods to the main courtyard!"
She stared at Song Qingyuan, as if she had already seen the money and property being deposited into her private treasury, solving the urgent problem.
Song Qingyuan was about to speak, but Bai Jiaojiao beside him couldn't help it. She sneered, with obvious sarcasm in her words.
"Princess, you're joking. The 10,000 taels of silver the Cui family sent to the mansion five days ago, isn't that enough to cover your daily expenses?"
Why, are you so attracted to Sister Song's worthless belongings?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Cui Jingyue's face turned pale and blue, as if she had been slapped hard in the face.
She glared at Bai Jiaojiao, then turned to Song Qingyuan, her eyes showing undisguised contempt: "How dare you! A mere concubine of the Song family be compared to this princess?"
Feeling the undisguised malice, Song Qingyuan knew that this matter today could not end peacefully.
She stood up slowly, and her originally gentle features now had a hint of coldness.
"Princess, calm down. I certainly don't dare to compete with you."
She paused, then changed the subject, her voice clearly echoing throughout the hall.
"Because of this, I dare not take the initiative in such a major matter as my brother's gift.
At noon, the prince personally allowed my brother to enter the palace. Afterwards, I personally went to the study and asked the prince in person whether I should send the gift to you.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her tone holding just the right amount of respect and grievance.
"The prince said it himself. I will keep the things my brother gave me."
Cui Jingyue's face froze completely. She didn't expect Song Qingyuan to directly bring up the prince.
Her plan failed and she lost face in public. She glared at Song Qingyuan with a sinister look as if she wanted to eat her alive.
After a while, she finally squeezed out a word from between her teeth.
"Okay, very good! Since that's what the prince wants, then so be it."
She turned around and uttered a threatening remark, "But remember this, my princess. If you dare to accept a gift like this again, don't blame me for being heartless!"
Looking at Cui Jingyue's back as she left angrily, Song Qingyuan slowly sat down and picked up the cup of slightly cold tea.
The princess today is completely different from the dignified, kind, and well-educated person she remembers.
She is more like the big-breasted and brainless cannon fodder female supporting role in the original novel, who repeatedly plots to frame the heroine but is eventually killed and poisoned by the heroine.
Bai Jiaojiao glanced at Song Qingyuan, who was still sitting quietly, and rolled her eyes in annoyance: "What, you don't plan to go back? Are you still waiting for the princess to treat you to dinner?"
Song Qingyuan raised her eyes and looked at Bai Jiaojiao, with a puzzled look on her face: "Sister Bai, I just can't understand why the princess suddenly thought of taking away those rewards."
"Why else? For your teahouse." Bai Jiaojiao sneered, her tone full of the insight and sarcasm of someone who has experienced it.
"She thought she was giving you an ordinary shop worth thirty or fifty taels, but who knew it was a waste of money and you spent thousands of taels in one go.
Her dowry is so small that it would cost her a lot to fill this hole. How can she not ask you to make up for it?"
Bai Jiaojiao moved closer, lowered her voice, and tapped the table with her finger: "How rich do you think she is? She is not the legitimate daughter of the Cui family.
She is the legitimate daughter of a bastard from a side branch, and the title is just a nice one. The Cui family's wealth has nothing to do with her.
A person who couldn't even afford a decent new piece of clothing in the first half of his life, when he suddenly becomes rich, can't stand seeing others having plenty of money.
Not to mention asking her to pay for others to spend, that would be like asking her to die.
Song Qingyuan understood and didn't ask any more questions.
The two walked to the back garden one after the other and then parted ways.
When Song Qingyuan brought Zi Su back to Hibiscus Garden, the summer heat was at its peak, even the wind was hot. The two children in the garden were still taking a nap, their breathing even.
"Shiso, go to the kitchen and prepare lunch. Prepare a few more dishes that my brother likes."
"Yes, Master."
Zi Su skillfully helped her change out of her complicated dress and put on a cool light pink gauze dress, then she went back to make arrangements.
The thin gauze dress vaguely outlines her slender figure, but it cannot relieve the steaming summer heat at all.
"This damn weather is so hot it makes me dizzy."
Song Qingyuan paced the room irritably, "A concubine has no human rights. Even the ice jar is deducted."
She wanted to have some fun, but in ancient times, entertainment was either poetry gatherings or various banquets. As a concubine, she couldn't go anywhere.
Wanting to go out for a walk is even more of a pipe dream.
It's like being in jail.
She unconsciously fumbled on the bookcase, and her fingertips touched something cold and smooth. She picked it up and saw that it was a white jade roller.
She rolled it over her face, and the coolness of the jade penetrated her skin, relieving the heat a little and making her feel very comfortable.
This moment of coolness suddenly reminded her of her secret.
Space and spiritual spring.
She closed her eyes and a thought came to her mind.
The surrounding heat was instantly taken away, replaced by refreshing sweet air.
When you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a vast world.
One hundred acres of black soil is so fertile that it seems like oil can come out of it.
Not far away, a spiritual spring covering an area of 30 acres is bubbling with white mist. The spring water is crystal clear and contains amazing vitality.
Various seedlings are sprouting on the land.
"What's this?"
She squatted down curiously, and just as her fingertips were about to touch a purple seedling, a line of transparent words appeared out of thin air above her head: [Solanum].
She looked at a quaint plant next to her: [Two Hundred Years Old Ganoderma Lucidum].
[Chrysanthemum], [Centennial Ginseng]...
These rare medicinal herbs alone filled ten acres of land, and each plant glowed with a faint precious light.
Next to the spiritual spring is a three-acre fruit forest.
Juicy peaches, purple grapes, red apples, and her favorite mangoes... More than a dozen kinds of fruits hang on the branches, and the fragrance of fruit is everywhere.
On the other side, snow-white cotton grew in the fields, next to which were fields of potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Song Qingyuan was stunned.
"Oh my god, this setup...are you sure this isn't a doomsday survival package for refugees?"
She couldn't help but complain. The food, clothing, and medicinal materials were all top-notch, and everything was perfect.
At this moment, her consciousness suddenly moved, and she sensed that someone was approaching her door outside.
She immediately came out of the space and sat steadily on the couch, still holding the white jade roller in her hand.
Almost at the same time, Wenling walked in quietly, holding a plate of osmanthus cake.
"Auntie, this is what I made this morning. Please try it and see if it suits your taste." Wen Ling's voice was thin and soft, with a hint of flattery.
Song Qingyuan took the plate, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite.
Sweet and soft, the fragrance of osmanthus melts in your mouth.
It really took a lot of effort.
She finished the remaining bite and gave Wen Ling an approving smile: "It's delicious. Your cooking skills are really good."
Wenling smiled immediately when he received the compliment.
Song Qingyuan was thinking about something else.
This osmanthus cake tastes good, but compared to the fruit watered by the spiritual spring water in her space, it is a world of difference.
Just now in the space, she picked a grape casually. The taste was so sweet that it seemed to penetrate into one's soul.
If we use those spiritual fruits to make snacks...
Or maybe, give it to someone who really has the final say in this mansion to try?
Song Qingyuan's eyes flashed slightly, and an idea quietly formed in his heart.
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