However, it's not too late now, as Shen Yun has already divorced him.
Such a large general's mansion cannot be left vacant as the position of mistress.
This position will have to be filled sooner or later, and Yang Shuhuan is indeed an excellent candidate.
Not only is she beautiful, but she is also clever and skillful. Most importantly, her background is a good match for her son.
Wang was making plans in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more reliable the idea seemed.
He turned his head and looked at Yang Shuhuan, who was still massaging his back.
Suddenly, she pulled the person in front of her, patted her gently, and said softly, "Huan'er, this huge general's mansion really needs someone to manage it. Your aunt is too old and useless."
“Aunt, Huan’er doesn’t have much to do all day. If the household needs her, Huan’er would be happy to come and help you with some of the work.”
"Besides, our two families are related by marriage, so it's only right that we help each other out."
Yang Shuhuan answered obediently and sensibly, then glanced at Shen Yun, who was expressionless, out of the corner of her eye.
He knew that Shen Yun was just shy and embarrassed to speak up.
Now that she has taken this opportunity to take over the management of the General's Mansion, how far is she from becoming the mistress of the house?
Wang nodded in satisfaction. She was furious just now, but the matter was now resolved.
She then noticed that her son's clothes were completely soaked.
"Yun'er, why are your clothes wet? It's cold, go change quickly."
Wang sent someone to change clothes. Shen Yun's face was gloomy. He didn't say much and left directly.
Wang suddenly remembered that the servant had just carried a bucket of water out of the main hall.
"The servants these days are becoming increasingly ignorant and careless in their work. Starting tomorrow, each of them will have their monthly pay reduced by one tael!"
She had long wanted to reduce the servants' monthly wages, and now she had found just such a reason.
"Huan'er, starting tomorrow, you should come over more often. I'm just worried that you'll be too tired."
"It's not hard work, Auntie..."
Yang Shuhuan responded casually, turning her head to watch Shen Yun walk away, her eyes gleaming with smugness.
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Crown Prince
When Mo Feng rushed back, the moon was already high in the sky.
Xiao Xuan was standing by the window, playing a tune called "Phoenix Terrace".
His abyss-like eyes seemed devoid of any emotion.
As the autumn wind rises, who is sighing, their eyes holding a thousand unspoken words?
The mournful sound of the flute carried Xiao Xuan's thoughts to who knows where.
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