Will she be able to move into the main hall?
The old man pondered the matter in a daze, and seeing Luo Cuiwei urging him anxiously, he simply led her to a side courtyard closest to the main hall for temporary accommodation.
Luo Cuiwei had no time to concern herself with whether it was the main hall or a side hall. She immediately said to Xiahou Ling, "Hurry up and have them bring in the account books and business documents and put them here..."
“Oh, right, hurry up and tell Luo Fengming that I just looked through the letter that came back from the southeast, and it mentioned that there was an unusually cold wave in Hongyun Valley this winter,” Luo Cuiwei slapped her forehead and hurriedly added, “In that case, the harvest of small golden dates over there is definitely not good this year. As the saying goes, scarcity makes things valuable, so the price will definitely rise; if it is more than 10% higher than last year, tell him not to hoard small golden dates, but to hoard other goods instead.”
While directing the Luo family servants who had followed her to carry the large boxes of account books and business documents into the study in the side courtyard, Xiahou Ling listened attentively to Luo Cuiwei's instructions.
He was also in a complete mess.
The head steward, Chen An, couldn't say a word, so he could only retreat in a daze, instructing two maids to look after him before leaving the side courtyard without disturbing him any further.
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Every spring is the busiest time for Luo Cuiwei.
She had previously accompanied the Emperor to Quanshan for half a month. Although Luo Fengming tried his best to handle the situation and Luo Huai also helped a lot, one was still inexperienced and the other was injured and should not overwork himself, so in the end, she was left with such a big mess.
She hadn't had a proper meal all day. It wasn't until the afternoon that the head steward personally brought her some tea and snacks. She managed to eat a couple of bites as a sign of respect before getting back to her work.
After nightfall, she told Xiahou Ling, who had been busy all day, to go and rest, while she herself did not stop for a moment.
At 9 PM, the study in the side courtyard was already lit. Luo Cuiwei was intently flipping through a stack of business reports, occasionally picking up her pen to write a few annotations.
Yun Lie carefully pushed open the door and saw her casually dressed in a gold and red brocade robe, sitting at her desk under the lamp, head bowed, holding a pen.
Her bright face was framed by the flickering light of the lamp, and her focused gaze never left the papers and booklets on the table.
His heart felt warm and tender.
What does this silly girl like about him?
Immediately, a sense of grievance and resentment arose.
I wish I could turn into an account book, so she could hold me in her hands all the time.
Yun Lie suppressed the surging sweetness in his chest, gritted his aching teeth, and slowly walked to her side with light steps.
Luo Cuiwei was finally startled, her back stiffened, and she looked up from the ledger.
She turned her head and saw that it was Yun Lie. She then playfully slapped him and put down her pen with a smirk.
"You scared me to death! You walk so quietly, I thought it was some kind of bad guy. Have you finished everything?"
Yun Lie didn't answer her question. Instead, he lightly pinched her chin and pretended to be fierce: "Tell me, do you want money or your life?"
He's a bad person.
A villain who wouldn't even greet his newlywed wife when she entered the house.
“This…” Luo Cuiwei looked up at him, thought for a moment, and teased him with a smile, “I still want the money.”
Yun Lie snorted, then took over her place, picked her up, sat down in the chair, and held her in his arms.
Luo Cuiwei was forced to sit sideways on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. She was about to say something, but then she stopped abruptly, staring blankly at the half of the purple ribbon and gold seal that Yun Lie handed her.
Seeing her in a daze, Yun Lie put his arm around her waist and handed her the half of the purple ribbon and gold seal. "My money. It's all yours."
This purple ribbon and gold seal is the seal of His Highness Prince Zhao.
With this half of the seal, all the private property under the name of Prince Zhao's mansion can be freely disposed of.
A man who was penniless has finally become wealthy, but all he thinks about is returning home to hand it over to his newlywed wife.
He is such a self-aware husband.
"Where did you come from..." Luo Cuiwei's questioning voice had barely left her lips when she was pecked.
She quickly leaned back, laughing sweetly, "What's with the sudden..."
This person didn't explain anything clearly before kissing me.
Dazzled by her smile, Yun Lie raised his hand and pressed it against the back of her head, not giving her a chance to dodge, and slowly lowered her head.
Until her neck drooped, within reach of his slightly raised head, he could catch her smiling red lips.
“I’ll give you my money,” he said, his thin lips pressing against half of her red lips, his voice low and deep as he gently kissed and lingered, “I’ll give you my life too.”
She never asked him for anything, yet he wanted to give her everything.
This is terrible. She captured his heart so easily. Will she not cherish him as much in the future?
Alas, these sweet yet anxious thoughts are such a jumbled mess, completely unbecoming of His Highness Prince Zhao's image of unyielding integrity.
This is really worrying.
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35. Chapter Thirty-Five
The long candlelight cast a gentle glow, casting the shadows of two people sitting together in an embrace.
Luo Cuiwei wrapped her arms tightly around Yun Lie's neck, rested her chin gently on his shoulder, her red lips glistening, and her eyes glazed over with a smile.
Whether intentionally or not, this guy's occasional slips of the tongue always manage to unexpectedly sweeten her face.