Chapter 8 — Female Dong Gia Vengeance

“Miss Wen, is this original drawing really drawn by you?” Everyone in the room was waiting for me to panic. I picked up that piece of paper and glanced at it. "No." Thi Lieu smiled coldly. "The box is in my room. It wasn't me who drew it. Could it be that a ghost drew it?" On Nhu Duong gently advised. "Sister, admit it when you're wrong. Shopkeeper Tan is not an unreasonable person. If you blame it on someone else, you will lose face." I looked at A Thanh. A Thanh's legs trembled. Lieu Thi also looked at him, her eyes like da.a.o. I asked. "Who went into the embroidery room last night?" A Thanh knelt down. "The slave did come in." On Nhu Duong's mouth moved slightly under the veil. "What are you doing in the embroidery room?" A Thanh gritted her teeth. "Second young lady ordered the slave to swap the original drawings." On Nhu Duong shouted. "You lie!" Lieu Thi slapped the table. "A slave, dare to bite back my master!" A Thanh withdrew his words. The sole of the shoe produced a piece of paper. "This is an instruction that Second Miss wrote to the slave. The slave was afraid of death so he kept one." On Nhu Duong rushed forward to rob him, but was stopped by Old Hua. Shopkeeper Qin took the paper and looked at Wen Nhu Duong. "Second Miss's handwriting seems to be quite elegant." Mrs. Lieu's face turned pale. "This slave has been bribed." I said, "Don't worry, Mother, there's also Sun and Tu." Sun Nuong Tu lay flat on the ground. "Slave, you don't know anything." I took out a broken thread from my sleeve. "Sir, when I changed the original, the cuff of your shirt was torn by the brass clasp on the box. This thread is from the blue dupatta that you just made yesterday. Do you want to take off your shirt and show everyone the cuffs?" Sun Nuong immediately burst into tears. up. "It's the Second Miss forcing the slave! The Second Miss said that the Eldest Miss stole your prestige. As long as the slave helps once, from now on the embroidery room will be managed by the slave!" Wen Nhu Duong jumped up angrily. "Sir!" The shopkeeper took a step back, his tone was tough. "Mrs. Wen, the Wen family's courtyard is not so pure, we don't dare to deliver this batch of goods." Liu Shi panicked. "Than shopkeeper, This is just a misunderstanding." I went to the embroidery stand and picked up a piece of white silk. "Tourist Qin gave me half an hour." She looked at me. "What are you going to do?" "I will embroider the first sample on the spot." Lieu laughed mockingly. "Half an hour? Do you consider the dress patterns of the nobles in the palace to be a child's nonsense?" I didn't pay attention to her. The needle dropped, and no one in the embroidery room spoke anymore. Half an hour later, a butterfly appeared on the silk surface, about to spread its wings. Butterfly wings use three types of embroidery thread, sunlight shines in, the color changes from light yellow to blue. The apprentice behind him, shopkeeper Tan, couldn't help but take a half step forward. "I've never seen this type of embroidery." Shopkeeper Qin stared at the butterfly, then spoke for a long time. "Miss Wen, this batch of goods is still in your hands. But the staff in the embroidery room was chosen by my Cam Tu ward." Lieu Thi's face looked like someone had her skin peeled off in public. On Nhu Duong sat down on the chair. I inserted the needle into the needle pillow. "There's one more thing." Treasurer Tan said, "You just say it." "I'll do it." I looked at my father, "The wages must be directly put into the shop that my mother left for me, not entered into the Wen family's general books." Father just ran to the embroidery room, when he heard this sentence, his face darkened terribly. "Wen Tri Y, you are fully grown, right?" Father called me into the study. As soon as the door closed, he immediately threw the books at my feet. "You say such things in front of outsiders, do you want the Wen family to lose face?" I bent down to pick up the books. "The daughter is afraid that the money will enter the general ledger and turn into Ha Ky's silk thread in the male city." Father blushed. Lieu Thi stood to the side, her voice soft

"Master, Tri Y is now relying on Cam Tu Ward, even you don't consider him anything anymore. If you continue to tolerate it, the Wen family is afraid that the family name will soon change to Qin." Father stared at me. "From today onwards, the work of Cam Tu Ward will still be done by you, but the money must be entered into the general ledger. Your mother's dowry shop should also be handed over to the family for unified management." I raised my head. "Those are things. Please leave it to me.” “You are the daughter of the Wen family.” My father's voice was firm, "Your things are the Wen family's things." I suddenly remembered my past life. The day I married Luc Thua An, my father also said that I should keep the dowry for him and wait until I need it. In the future, I need money to invite my husband, but he said he can't manage the money in the books. My three children died, and you wouldn't be willing to let me make a small shirt even if I had a bunch of good fabric. I asked. "What if I don't deliver it?" Mrs. Lieu immediately spoke up. "Master, look at it." Father went to the bookshelf and took out a wooden chest. He opened the box, inside was a stack of contracts. "The contracts for these stores are always with me. You don't hand them over, and it's not up to you to decide." I saw a sheet in there, the store's name was Van Thuong Cac. That is my mother's most passionate embroidery shop.