Chapter 14 — The Queen Reorganized the Marquis Palace

Thanh Hoa rolled her eyes and slandered her. Outside, the mother walked in.

“Old man, the Bui family just sent someone to send a letter.”

So Nhu's eyes were bright.

“Is it sent to you?”

Ma Ma hesitated, then presented the letter to the Old Lady. After the old man finished watching, his face became even colder.

“Bui's family reported that So Nhu was not virtuous, secretly stole the contract, and falsely accused Bui The Prince.

From now on, the two families broke off their relationship and will no longer have any relationship." So Nhu was stunned and stunned. She leaned forward to grab the envelope. When she clearly read the words written on it, her whole body felt weak and she collapsed to the ground.

“He pushed me out to be cannon fodder.”

No one responded. She suddenly crawled to me.

“Sister, please help me.

You have investigated so much, you should go prove that he deceived me and took advantage of me. I bent down to look at her.

“I have already submitted the evidence to the government.”

"So you tell them, I'm not the mastermind."

“Whether you are the mastermind or not, the government has its own way of deciding.”

She grabbed my skirt tightly.

“I am your younger sister.”

Thanh Hoa was so angry that he wanted to raise his foot and kick her away. I raised my hand to stop him.

“When you stole my mother's dowry, did you remember that I was your sister?”

So Nhu let go. The light in her eyes gradually faded, and in the end, only resentment remained.

“You just want to see me die.”

I replied: "I just want to see transparent books." When she was dragged away, her screams still echoed far away. The old man leaned back in his chair and was silent for a long time without saying anything. So Nghien knelt down.

“Grandmother, I am also at fault.

If it weren't for you being so biased in protecting her, Elder Sister wouldn't have had to endure so much resentment." The old man looked at him.

"You should kneel and apologize to your sister."

So Nghien turned towards me, slammed his head hard, making a loud thud. Thanh Hoa was startled. I didn't help him up. He looked up, his forehead red.

“Eldest sister, before it was because I was stupid, I was bad.

I don't ask you for forgiveness. In the future, regarding the Marquis's accounts, the estate's affairs, and the shop's affairs, whatever you tell me to do, I will do." I asked tentatively: "If I tell you to sell your horse and pay off the debt to your servants, will you do it too?" His face stiffened for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

“Do.”

Thanh Hoa immediately added fuel to the fire: "Pure black horses are the most expensive." So Nghien's face contorted with pain.

“Sell.”

I looked at him quietly for a moment.

“Go to the East Street store tomorrow.

Reclaim half a year's worth of unpaid rent. He nodded absentmindedly.

“Okay.”

The old man looked at me, his tone lowered very low.

“Lanh Nghi, the Marquis will still have to rely on you from now on.”

I replied bluntly: "It's okay to rely on you. But you must follow your rules." The old man forced a bitter smile.

“Before, it was because I was old and confused.”

I do not answer this question. Late insight is not worth a penny. But at least it's still usable. On the day he went to collect rent from the shop on Dong Street, So Nghien was first shown by the pastor that he was a debtor who was even more overbearing than the creditor. The old treasurer sat down behind the counter, strumming the abacus.

“Half-year rent?

The second lady announced her exemption a long time ago.” So Nghien's face turned sour.

“This shop is my mother's dowry, So Nhu has no right to be exempt.”

The old treasurer laughed.

“Little Marquis, don't speak too eloquently.

At that time, the Second Miss came with the seal of the Old Lady, and also had Tu Tu Bui as a guarantee. We low-class black people, how can we tell the difference between the real and the fake? We slowly entered the shop.

“Is the distinction clear now?”

As soon as he saw me, the smile on the old shopkeeper's face faded a bit.

“If the eldest lady comes, the result will be the same.

The store's business has been sluggish for half a year, so where can I find the money to pay the rent? Thanh Hoa glanced around.

“Sales are sluggish, but you still have to buy a brand new pear flower wood counter?”

The bold-faced old treasurer boldly argued: "Borrowed it." I asked: "Where are the books?"

“Those are the secret books of the brothel, not convenient for outsiders to look at.”

I nodded.

“Shop blockade.”

The old treasurer's face changed in panic.

“Based on what?”

Even So Nghien was stunned. I slammed the house deed onto the counter.

“Based on this shop is mine.

You begged for debt for half a year, arbitrarily changed stalls, refused to hand over books. According to the contract, immediately pack up your things today." The old treasurer was really panicked.

“Eldest lady, as humans, don't force each other into a dead end.

We also have someone to rely on." Thanh Hoa felt so happy when he heard that.

“Who?

Bui family huh? They are now busy wiping their mouths at their house and are not done yet.” The old treasurer gritted his teeth and revealed his identity: "She is the sister-in-law of Kinh Trieu's treasurer." So Nghien's face suddenly changed. I continued asking: "How many benefits do you have in your possession, Trieu Chu Chu?" The old treasurer didn't expect me to dare to ask such a straightforward question.

“Miss.

. . Don't spit blood on people." I ordered: "Thanh Hoa, take notes. The treasurer is talking loudly and claiming to have the backing of Trieu Chu Chu, refusing to pay the rent." Thanh Hoa took out a brush and began sharpening it. The old treasurer rushed forward to snatch the paper. So Nghien reached out and pressed him down on the table.

“Little Marquis, are you planning to confront Boss Trieu?”

So Nghien secretly glanced at me. I said: "Can you hold him tight?" He immediately put more strength.

“Hold on tight.”

Outside the store, curious people gathered around to watch the excitement. The old shopkeeper shouted shrilly: "The Marquis relied on his power to bully people, forcing the tenant to die!" I raised my voice out the door: "You've been in debt for half a year, stubbornly refusing to move out. If anyone has a place to rent, you can invite him to come and rent it." A fabric store clerk jostling in the crowd immediately waved his hand and shook his head vigorously.

“I wouldn't dare harbor this type of person.

If you don't pay rent for half a year, who can bear it? Another person added: "This East Street store has a prime location. He must be used to eating and waiting, so he relies on this place." The old treasurer saw that the tantrum and crying game was not effective, so he finally softened.

“Miss, I will pay half of the rent.”

I firmly said: "Pay in full, plus compensation for breach of contract."

“Are you a robber?”

“Do it right according to the contract.”

The old man glared at the contract as if he wanted to chew it alive. Half an hour later, each piece of pure white silver was neatly displayed on the counter. So Nghien looked blankly at the pile of money and whispered: "Is it this easy to ask for it back?" I explained: “People who owe money have the mentality of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. The more stubborn he became, the more he agreed to negotiate. When I showed him the contract, he understood that this was not a negotiation." So Nghien appeared to be thinking far away. Thanh Hoa added a sarcastic comment.

"In the past, when the young lady told me about these things, the Little Marquis always said they were troublesome."

So Nghien scratched his nose embarrassedly.

“From now on, I won't criticize you anymore.”

The first store had just finished cleaning up, and the cashier of the second store obediently and voluntarily handed over its books. Arriving at the third shop is the most decisive, even tea and cakes are neatly displayed to welcome you.