bookrebus Chapter 334 No time to care
Chapter 334 No time to care
"I went to pay my respects to the princess, but she refused to see me, so I had no choice but to come to the prince."
When it comes to paying respects to Ye Jintang, Duan Linghui feels quite aggrieved.
"Did you go to pay your respects to the princess this morning?"
Duan Linghui was stunned. She was so busy serving Xiao Mo breakfast this morning that she didn't even remember to pay her respects to Ye Jintang. Later, when Xiao Mo went out, she went back to her room to catch up on her sleep and had long forgotten about paying her respects.
"Linghui, you can't do this. Someone send Miss Duan to the princess."
Xiao Mo thought that since this matter was caused by Duan Linghui, he would let Duan Linghui be a stepping stone for him.
As long as Ye Jintang allowed Duan Linghui to enter the yard, he could also take the opportunity to find an excuse to go in.
Unfortunately, Ye Jintang was not so easily fooled. Duan Linghui did get in, and Xiao Mo tried several excuses but was unable to get into Wutong Courtyard.
Looking at the tightly closed gate, he was so anxious that he almost cried.
Duan Linghui was led into the east wing, and as soon as she entered the room, she smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.
"I have heard about you. Since you want me to teach you, I will teach you reluctantly."
"See that basket of herbs? Go and grind them into powder."
Looking at the half-meter-high bamboo basket, Duan Linghui was dumbfounded.
"My lady, am I the only one here?"
"Well, even though grinding herbs may seem simple, it is the most challenging thing. You will soon be married to someone else. If you don't have a good character, you can't be the mistress of the house."
Since Ye Jintang said so, what else could Duan Linghui say? She couldn't say that she didn't want to be someone's mistress and only wanted to be Xiao Mo's concubine.
So Duan Linghui, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, could only sit down and grind the herbs in the bamboo basket bit by bit with a medicine grinder.
One afternoon, Duan Linghui felt as if her hands and feet were not her own. She quickly ran away under the pretext of having dinner. She would never dare to come to Wutong Courtyard again tomorrow, because who knew what tricks Ye Jintang would come up with.
Xiao Mo, who had hit countless rebuffs, looked at the big red candles he had prepared long ago, and wished he could pull Duan Feng over and give him a good beating.
Duan Feng deserves to die because he spent so much time preparing for his wedding night and it was ruined just like that.
The depressed Xiao Mo regretted it to death. If he had known Ye Jintang would be so angry, he would never agree to this matter even if he was beaten to death. Whether they were brothers or not was not as important as his wife.
Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world, and he can only stay alone in the empty room on such a good day.
On the other side, Hua Cailiang received the news and knew that Xiao Mo and Ye Jintang had fallen out. He came to see Madam Yang in a very good mood.
"Ma'am, you still have a solution."
"It's just a little trick. Duan Linghui is a brainless person. Just wait and see. The Duan brothers and sisters are all fools. As long as we use them well, they will become the knives in our hands."
Madam Yang looked at Hua Cailiang with great pride. She might not understand official affairs, but she knew everything about the backyard.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to sit firmly on the position of the mistress of the Hua family for so many years on her own. No matter what troubles occurred in the backyard or in the clan, there was nothing she couldn't solve.
"Okay, I like how efficient Madam is. The Winter Solstice will be the day for offering sacrifices to the heaven soon. I want to see what Xiao Mo will use to offer sacrifices to the heaven without Ye Jintang's support."
"If the scale of his offering to heaven is not even as good as that of a city lord like me, he will never have a say in the City Lord's Mansion in the future."
Hua Cailiang felt happy when he thought that the scale of Xiao Mo's winter solstice sacrifice was not as large as his.
After all, he, the city lord, has the final say in Ningchuan City.
"What the master said is true. Ye Jintang is very well-off. I don't know how much money the Danyang Marquis's Mansion gave her."
"In Ningchuan City, you can't live a good life just by having money. When the Duan brothers and sisters start to quarrel, I will give Xiao Mo a few beauties. Then Ye Jintang will lose Xiao Mo's favor and be trapped in the inner house. Then the Madam will be able to control her at will."
Hua Cailiang said this, which made Mrs. Yang very happy.
The twists and turns in the backyard cannot be solved with money.
Hua Cailiang talked with Madam Yang in the room for a long time before he was called to the front yard by the steward.
"Master, I have been following that group of suspicious people for two days. They are indeed investigating the tax collection in the city, openly or secretly, and there are quite a few people involved in this matter."
"Oh, it seems that Xiao Mo is not a person who knows nothing. He also knows how to check taxes and silver."
"How should we deal with this now? We can't just let him investigate."
"Go find some street thugs and put all those people who secretly check taxes and silver into sacks and beat them to death."
"I want to see what tricks Xiao Mo has."
Hua Cailiang is definitely a ruthless person. Anyone who dares to inquire about taxation in the city will be beaten up no matter who they are.
There were too many people being beaten, and all kinds of rumors arose. Some said that Hua Cailiang beat Xiao Mo on purpose for him to see, while others said that Hua Cailiang was just scared.
Xiao Mo just listened to the rumors and handed the matter over to Shi Bin to handle. His most important task at the moment was to coax his wife back. He hadn't seen Ye Jintang for three days.
"Jiang Heng, the princess hasn't left the courtyard for the past three days?"
"No, I heard that the queen has just got a prescription. She has been busy making medicine these days and has not left Wutong Courtyard."
"Hey, she won't come out, and she won't let me in. How long is she going to leave me hanging?"
Xiao Mo was very troubled by this matter. Duan Linghui lived very close to his yard. In just three days, he met her four times.
Now he could only stay in the study, afraid of meeting her when he went out.
"When will General Duan come back? Why does he have to go out on patrol for so many days?"
"Your Majesty, our Ningchuan Prefecture is too big. General Duan will take at least two or three days to come back this time."
"Hey."
Once again, he deeply regretted letting Duan Linghui live in the palace.
At noon, Xiao Mo ate alone again.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip, then ate a few bites of the side dish. He was thinking about how he could get Ye Jintang to see him.
Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Mo moved his nose.
"Jiang Heng, did you change the incense in the room today?"
"It seems to have changed. It tastes sweeter than before."
"Who changed it? Who can eat when they have to smell such a strong smell?"
Xiao Mo slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table.
Jiang Heng on the side thought, it's not the incense that makes you unable to eat, it's that no one is eating with you, so you are deliberately taking your anger out on the incense.
"Your Highness, it was Miss Duan who changed it. Miss Duan said that the constant incense in the room was really boring."
Xiao Mo could only feel his eyelids twitching wildly. Couldn't Duan Linghui just be quiet for a while?
Just then, Duan Linghui came into the room carrying the freshly stewed pigeon soup.
"Your Highness, please try it. Today's pigeon soup is very delicious. I smelled it when it was stewing just now."
Duan Linghui happily brought out a large bowl of pigeon soup.
"Where did you get the pigeon?"
Xiao Mo suppressed the anger in his chest and asked Duan Linghui.
The pigeon in the casserole in front of him was very big. It was obviously not an ordinary pigeon. It looked a bit like the homing pigeons raised by Ye Jintang.