Chapter 16 — The Queen Reorganized the Marquis Palace

I accepted the invitation. This is not a backwater Marquis Palace. But it's a much bigger stage. This is also the place where in the original script, So Nhu thanks to the female lead's halo to make her name forever. She was supposed to shine brightly in this winter's distribution, be proclaimed a benevolent Bodhisattva, associate with noble people, and climb the first step of the legendary rich businessman. And now, she is rotting in the West Courtyard, waiting to be thrown into the family temple. Meanwhile, that door is wide open in front of us. The palace's winter preparations took place three days later. I led Thanh Hoa into the palace. So Nghien insisted on escorting me to the palace gate, but was stopped by the guards. He thrust a bag of breakfast into Thanh Hoa's hand.

“A busy elder sister easily forgets to eat and drink.”

Thanh Hoa glanced at him.

“Little Marquis now looks like a human.”

So Nghien smiled bitterly.

"I don't mind you scolding me more in the future."

Thanh Hoa snorted and received the breakfast package. Internal Affairs Department's warehouse is stacked as high as a mountain with bales of cotton shirts, charcoal, rice, and medicine packages. The eunuch in charge said in a high-pitched voice: "The person recommended by Lady Luc is that lady? Rumor has it that you are very good at reading books." I replied: "Know a little." He threw a thick stack of books in front of him.

“Let's see then.

Tomorrow, we have to release the warehouse and distribute it to the three relief porridge stations outside the city. If we miss the timing, then whoever recommends her will be useless.” Thanh Hoa was angry and ready to argue. I stopped her, opened the book and flipped through it. After half an hour, I said: "Can't send it." The eunuch's face fell.

“What did you say, lady?”

“The number of cotton shirts does not match.

In the book there are three thousand, but in reality there are only two thousand four hundred. There was a shortage of fifty baskets of coal. The medicine package was cut off with dispersant and filled with too much hemostatic medicine. If distributed according to this book, the porridge station outside the city will definitely riot tomorrow." A few eunuchs in the yard stopped loading and unloading things. The eunuch hissed sharply: "You've only been in the palace for how long, and you have the audacity to say that the Internal Affairs Department's books are wrong?" I pointed at the pile of cotton shirts.

“The three thousand should have been tied into thirty bundles, one hundred bundles each.

There are only twenty-four bundles here. That empty land has no traces of compression, proving that the clothes were not just moved, but were never put into storage in the first place. His face changed. I pointed to the medicine packages again.

“The dispersant has a strong smell, the mouth of the bag should have a strong smell of ginger.

There is none here. The hemostatic medicine has a strong smell of grass ash and is filled with too much.” An old physician happened to stop by the yard. Hearing this, he picked up a packet of medicine and smelled it.

“This girl is right.”

The eunuch saw beads of sweat on his forehead. The old doctor asked solemnly: "Who is in charge of warehousing?" The two little eunuchs glanced at each other. A mama administrator boldly stood up.

“It's someone under Sun's command.”

The eunuch immediately scolded: "Speak nonsense." I spoke up: "Looking into it now, it's better to look at it than letting the people outside the city cry tomorrow because they didn't receive cotton shirts." The old physician glanced at me.

“Miss So?”

We perform the ceremony. Grandfather the old man nodded.

“Lady Luc once mentioned you.

Examine it for me.” Ton Cong Cong was forced to open an inventory. Six hundred cotton shirts were missing, two hundred were searched and hidden in the auxiliary warehouse. The remaining four hundred were secretly smuggled out of the palace by his nephew, intending to sell them to thieves outside the city. Heating coal also suffered the same fate. Cong Cong Sun knelt on the ground, his voice distorted with fear.

“Slave.

. . The slave was suddenly confused.” Thanh Hoa cursed very softly.

"In a moment of confusion, he cut off four hundred shirts. If he had been alert, he would have sold the entire palace."

The old physician almost burst out laughing and quickly held it back. The incident was immediately reported to the Noble Concubine. Your Highness called me in for an audience. In the warm hall, the fragrance wafts sweetly. The noble lady lazily leaned her back against the tower, scrutinizing me.

"Are you So Lenh Nghi, the person who suddenly broke up with the Bui family?"

I replied: “Bm, yes.” She smiled.

“The liver is not small.

You still dare to dig into the books of the Internal Affairs Department."

"If the books are wrong, we have to look into it."

“But what if we find out that there are characters that should not be touched?”

Thanh Hoa stood behind me holding his breath until his face was bruised. I hold my head high.

"It depends on whether you prefer the vain situation, or whether you prefer the fact that tomorrow the people outside the city will have warm clothes to wear."

The whole main hall fell silent. The palace maid standing next to the lady fanning the fan also froze. The noble lady stared at me for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.

“Okay!

Lady Luc certainly doesn't see the wrong person." She sat up straight.

“With three days of winter distribution coming up, I'll take care of the supplies.

Whoever dares to stop you, tell him to come here to meet the palace." When he retreated from the main hall, Thanh Hoa's legs were as soft as noodles.

“Miss, you scared me to death just now.”

I patted her shoulder: "If you're afraid, just write it down."

“Yes?”

“The more scared you are, the more you need to keep the books clear and transparent.

If the books are clear, the ones who should be afraid are them." During three long days of winter farming, the three porridge stations outside the city did not lack a single cotton shirt or a single basket of heating coal. At dusk on the third day, the old royal physician publicly praised in broad daylight: "Miss So's management method is much more transparent and effective than the old regulations of the Internal Affairs Department." Mrs. Luc was also there, smiling appreciatively at me. The noble concubine sent someone to bring the reward. Not gold, silver, or jewels or jade hairpins. It is a horizontal painting engraved with the words "Thanh Than", meaning purity and prudence. When the news spread to the Marquis Palace, the Old Lady personally leaned on his mother's shoulder and rushed to the main gate to welcome me. So Nghien stood behind her, her eyes bright like stars. Thanh Hoa hugged the horizontal painting, smiled and whispered: "Miss, now they understand that you are not an evil woman." I looked up at the majestic Marquis Palace sign.

“It doesn't matter.”

The important thing is, from today on, anyone who dares to open their mouth to criticize me harshly, must come forward and ask if the royal concubine in the palace agrees or not. Satisfied. (Full text complete.)