Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

From Yan Ci's observation of Jiang Qingqing and Yan Tonglin these days, this couple who got married later in life have a very good relationship.

Then wouldn’t these concubines in the backyard seem redundant?

Jiang Qingqing is her bargaining chip for survival in the Yan Mansion. She also wants to use Jiang Qingqing to get close to Yan Tonglin and obtain news outside the rear house, so these concubines are obstacles.

Especially that Aunt Zhao who looked at people with sidelong eyes.

She asked Chunzhi to pay more attention to Aunt Zhao's movements.

Chunzhi thought that Miss Thirteen was going to attack Miss Nine again, and wondered whether she should tell the mistress. Just as the thought came to her mind, she heard Miss Thirteen's voice.

"Don't bother my mother."

Chunzhi was startled and lowered her head to explain, "I...I..." I was afraid of getting into trouble, but under Yan Ci's gaze, she could only say "I will listen to you, young lady."

Yan Ci nodded in satisfaction. The little maid always liked to tell tales, which was really a headache.

Jiang Qingqing was thinking about finding some loopholes to deal with some people, and then arrange her own confidants to come in, but the huge number of account books made her dizzy.

It would be nice if there was someone to help.

Jiang Qingqing frowned and continued to study the account book.

Suddenly Jiang Qingqing's eyes lit up, "Hey, look, is there a lack of silver here?"

Nanny Ruan, who was standing not far away, came over upon hearing the sound, leaned over to look at the account book, and saw a lot of words densely written on it, and Jiang Qingqing's white fingers were pointing at one of them.

Nanny Ruan narrowed her eyes and looked at it carefully. She only had a superficial understanding and knew that there must be income and expenditure, and the accounts must be balanced for the income to be reconciled. If one side was more than the other side or less than the other side, it was a wrong account, which meant that someone had embezzled money.

She looked at the account book, and saw that the words on the top and bottom of the account were obviously different. "It doesn't look right. Madam, why don't you ask Aunt Zhao to ask about it?"

Jiang Qingqing had the same idea, and immediately told Chuntao to call Zhao Shihuan.

Zhao Shihuan was drinking tea and admiring flowers in the yard when he saw Chuntao coming to his house.

As soon as Chuntao entered the room, she stated her purpose directly: "Aunt Zhao, Madam would like to ask you to go to Zhilan Courtyard."

Zhao Shihuan took a sip of tea and glanced at Chuntao calmly, "Madam called me, what's the matter?"

"Madam wants to ask Auntie about the account."

Zhao Shihuan's eyes rolled around, and a smile immediately appeared on his cold face. He stood up immediately and said, "I was in charge of the accounts in the past. Madam, I'm afraid there are some things you don't understand. I'll go and talk to you."

Chuntao thought that Aunt Zhao would find an excuse to shirk her responsibility, but she didn't expect her to be so straightforward. After a little surprise, she took Aunt Zhao back to Zhilan Courtyard.

Aunt Zhao entered Zhilan Courtyard, and Chunzhi also got the news and hurried back to tell Yan Ci.

I have been keeping an eye on Aunt Zhao for several days, but she has never left the yard. However, several other concubines come over every day and stay for half a day. Today, we finally made some progress.

After listening to Chunzhi's report, Yan Ci took Chunzhi to Zhilan Courtyard without saying a word.

Where there is contact, there are flaws.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard a commotion inside.

It was Aunt Zhao's sharp and clear voice.

"Madam, you are wrongly accusing me. This money is the revenue of the shop, so it is naturally unstable. The income is less and the expenditure is more. It is all converted into goods in the shop. How can it be short? Have you already checked the goods in the shop?"

After a long while, Jiang Qingqing's voice was not heard, but Nanny Ruan said, "Madam, if you encounter any unclear points when checking the accounts, just ask. Why is Auntie so anxious? Although Madam didn't go to the shop, we all know how much goods are piled up in a small preserved fruit shop, which is worth 500 taels."

Yan Ci looked over from the door and saw Aunt Zhao, who had never shown much of herself, with a look of disdain on her face and a scornful smile on her lips. Seeing her like this, Yan Ci felt that there was something fishy going on.

"Just go to the shop and check and you'll know."

Aunt Zhao's words choked Nanny Ruan.

Yan Ci stepped into the courtyard at the right time, "Mom, why is it so lively here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of several women.

Jiang Qingqing didn't expect Yan Ci to come. Her gaze paused on Yan Ci's face and then fell on Chunzhi who was following behind Yan Ci, as if blaming her for not looking favorably upon Yan Ci.

Chunzhi was helpless. Both sides had masters, and as a maid, it would be wrong for her to listen to either of them.

Aunt Zhao looked at Yan Ci who was walking slowly towards her, and her eyes were like a knife as she scanned Yan Ci from head to toe.

It was this stinky girl who first seduced her daughter's fiancé in public, and then tried to snatch her daughter's marriage. What a shameless girl.

A pair of hands tightly grasped the handkerchief, suppressing the hatred in the heart, with a smile on the face: "It's Miss Thirteen."

Yan Ci glanced at her, not ignoring the rapid change in her expression, and nodded slightly, "Aunt Zhao."

Jiang Qingqing and Zhao Shihuan were both surprised by his polite appearance.

Is this still Yan Ci?

The thirteenth girl who only knows how to cause trouble and cry.

Jiang Qingqing knew that Yan Ci was here, so it was not appropriate for her to continue arguing with Aunt Zhao about the accounts. Besides, she had been rendered speechless by the retort just now, so she just took the opportunity to send Aunt Zhao away first.

"Aunt Zhao, please go back first. I will check the account carefully."

Before Aunt Zhao could say anything, Yan Ci said, "What's the account? We have to go to the shop to check. Isn't there a shopkeeper? Why don't we ask him and find out?"

Jiang Qingqing suddenly realized, yes, there is a shopkeeper.

Hearing her daughter's two light words solving the problem Aunt Zhao threw at her, Jiang Qingqing unconsciously looked at her daughter twice more.

Then she said, "Madam Ruan, go and get the steward who manages the preserved fruit shop."

Nanny Ruan agreed and left.

Aunt Zhao did not show any guilt. She dared to speak out, so she was not afraid of being investigated. It was just five hundred taels. Not to mention that the money could not be found out, even if it was found out, what would it matter?

"Then Madam, there is nothing to do here. I will go back first."

Aunt Zhao, a concubine, kept calling Jiang Qingqing "I" in front of her. Jiang Qingqing could tell that she didn't have much respect for her, but now was not the time to discipline Aunt Zhao.

"Let's go back."

Aunt Zhao twisted her waist and left Zhilan Courtyard like a victorious rooster, the handkerchief in her hand almost flying out of the air.

After Aunt Zhao left, Jiang Qingqing focused her attention on Yan Ci, "What do you want to see me for?"

"Nothing, I was just a little bored at home, so I came to talk to mom."

She couldn't just say that she came here for Aunt Zhao.

Jiang Qingqing did not ask any further questions and asked Yan Ci to sit down at the table. Chuntao came over and poured tea for them.

Seeing her daughter's composure now and the good idea she had just come up with, Jiang Qingqing had a good idea.

"Aci, you should follow your mother and learn how to manage the household."