The Prime Minister’s Wife Is The Richest Woman

The round-faced steward said, The shop does make money, but it's just a drop in the bucket. Your son has grown a little bit bigger over the years.

Business is not easy this year, and Dayu Dynasty's shopping malls and officialdom are involved.

Behind those profitable businesses, there are aristocratic figures.

Therefore, it is difficult for their people to enter the field and dare not act rashly.

As soon as he moved, he pulled one hair and moved his whole body, stunned by the grass.

But if it is backed by the Ji family, this matter can be solved easily.

The round-faced steward said boldly, Forgive the old slave to speak bluntly, marrying the third girl of the Ji family...

Wu Weian glanced at him.

The steward kept silent, knelt down with his knees bent, bowed his head deeply and dared not say anything.

Wu Wei'an stood under the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, throwing the stove in his hands for a while, his eyes darkened.

After a long while, in the unease of the manager, he whispered: Go on.

The steward heaved a sigh of relief and disappeared in a cold sweat.

There were three people standing far away in the other corner of the yard.

Everyone has a string of candied haws in their hands.

Miss Ji San's servant sent it to the servants in the courtyard, with a bunch of hands.

Before Wu Weian came out, they were still around and said a few good things about Miss Ji San.

It probably means that if the son of the family gets married, no, after marrying in, they will be able to live a good life with a bunch of candied haws every day in the future.

But it seems that their son is not very happy.

The auntie chef has always liked to whisper in front of Wu Weian to express her dissatisfaction with her poor life.

This time was no exception, and whispered: The three girls are really good, they have a lot of money.

Wu Weian looked over.

The three of them squatted down for the first time, blocked their figure with the bushes in the courtyard, and glared at the chef.

Crazy, didn't you see that round-faced manager knelt down!

This will be stupid, don't you die?

The back chef was a little aggrieved and hugged her body.

Can't tell the truth yet?

Wu Weian retracted his gaze and turned back to the room.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, a gust of wind came.

They subconsciously closed their eyes.

When they opened their eyes, the candied haws in their hands were gone.

In the room, Wu Weian carried three strings of candied haws and slowly closed the door.

He admitted that he was moved.

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Yang House.

As evening approached, the sun was obscured by clouds, and it was already dark outside.

There was no light in the study, it was dark and dark.

A man in white was sitting behind the table, gentle and gentle as jade.

Hidden in the darkness next to him, there was a man who didn't see his face, but could only hear the other person's voice: Your Highness, the three-year plan is now at a critical time, and there is no room for sloppiness. This matter is left to Yang. Young Master, Young Master, please don't disappoint Your Highness.

Yang Weitian's face showed a certain smile: Please tell Your Highness, Yang has a plan in his heart. If it succeeds, not only that Ji family Sanniang will enter the palace as a concubine, but also Ji family Qilang will lose his life.

These days, since he and Ji Yunxi broke off their engagement, Yang Wetian has been paying attention to each other's every move.

Even in the small Wu family, Ji Yunxi could actually see it.

At the snow banquet, he delivered the heater in front of everyone, and personally took people to Wu's house to deliver a bunch of things.

These things were done to him by Yunxi when he was young.

She did this to anger him, deliberately, even starving.

Yang Weitian looked at it with disdain.

Even the candied haws were used to ask for silver taels, and the practice was so inferior that it was looked down upon.

If her Ji family didn't do this, he, Yang Weitian, would still remember a little bit of his past affection.

And now, it's not his fault.

Then Wu Weian must die, and the cause of death is that 'Ji Mingshuang' is dissatisfied with the marriage, ***.

The Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple are both the territory of the Fifth Prince.

As long as the evidence is conclusive, Ji Mingshuang will surely die!

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In the next two days, there have been many posts on the Wu family's house.

They all invited the eldest son and the second son to the banquet.

Think about it, you know, the comers are not good.

Wu Weian did not have the hobby of 'knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, but preferring to travel in the mountains', and he always rejected them with wind and cold.

Wu Er naturally listened to his elder brother.

But there are so many posts as snowflakes, and it is not a problem to always refuse.

And some can't be denied.

For example, the banquet held by the Guozijian to sacrifice to the young master group of the restaurant.

Before setting off, Wu Weian and Wu Erliang brought a servant.

That is, the house sweeper.

At the corner of the alley, Wu Weian looked at the young masters of the aristocratic families who greeted each other at the front door, and whispered: Xuezhu, you go to Qingyuan Hou's Mansion and tell Miss Ji San, I'm here, please come quickly.

Xuezhu nodded and turned to leave.

Wu Weian was relieved, pulled his brother's sleeve, huddled beside his brother, and walked forward.

While walking, Wu Er asked in a low voice, Brother, is this banquet really so dangerous today?

Although Wu Er grew up in the Wu family with hidden secrets, he has seen many strange things in his backyard over the years.

But he has always been well protected, so a

There has always been a problem with thinking people's hearts are looking good.

For example, this time, Wu Er felt that.

Even these young masters in the capital, because of the attitude of the three girls towards the elder brother, despised them.