Chapter 8 — The Queen Reorganized the Marquis Palace

I just followed the notes approved by Second Miss and entered the book." I stared at him.

“So what are you afraid of?”

He lowered his head to the ground. Thanh Hoa standing next to him sneered: "You haven't even questioned her yet, you've already carried your body and knelt down." The old man was furious and coughed. So Nghien frantically ran over and stroked her back. The old man shook his hand away.

“Go call So Nhu here.”

Ma ma hesitated.

“Old man, Second Miss is still under detention.”

“Call!”

When So Nhu was taken to the accounting room, she wore a simple white dress and applied some light makeup. As soon as she saw the pile of books scattered on the table, her eyes immediately turned red.

“Does your great-grandmother not believe you?”

The old man smashed the loss report in her face.

“The estate has paid less than three million rice, is it because of your approval?”

So Nhu glanced at the paper.

“The first page complained about heavy snow burying crops, and several tenant farmers were seriously ill.

I think the Marquis can't force people into a dead end anyway, so that's why I approved." I asked: "Which households are sick?" She raised her eyes.

“Why do you have to investigate in such detail?

I can't remember all the tenant farmers' names."

“I can't remember, but you have the audacity to reduce it to three pieces of rice?”

She bit her lip.

“Sister, I'm not as cold-blooded as you.

I can't bear to stand by and watch poor people suffer disaster." I pushed another notebook in front of her.

"So I can't bear to stand by and watch the servant of the Marquis get robbed of money, can't bear to watch the kitchen carry dead lamb on a tray, can't bear to watch the Zhou manager's ribs get broken."

Her face is grayish blue. So Nghien suddenly spoke: "Nhu Nhi, did the first page secretly give you anything?" So Nhu turned to look at him, appearing to be extremely upset.

“Even you doubt me?”

So Nghien balled up the paper in his hand.

"I'm just asking you, yes or no."

She was not in a hurry to answer. Thanh Hoa smacked his lips in disdain. The bookkeeper who was kneeling on the ground trembled even more. I looked straight at him.

“You said.”

Mr. Bookkeeper bowed his head repeatedly.

“The first page gave away two breakfast boxes, a piece of Van Cam silk, and a gold bracelet.

The second lady said it was the tenant who felt his kindness." So Nhu screamed: "It's because they deliberately put it into my hands." I retorted: "Where are the things?" She was speechless. The old man was so angry that his hands were shaking.

“Inspection.”

So Nhu rushed forward and hugged the old man's thigh tightly.

“Grandmother, you cannot insult me like that.

I'm a Miss Marquis, not a thief." The old lady's voice was sharp: "Miss Marquis, if you go to receive the gold bracelet from the first page, to cover for him not paying enough rice, do you still know how to write the word 'insult'?" So Nhu sobbed without being able to breathe. All the evidence searched were laid out on the table. Gold bracelet, Van Cam silk, jade brooch, banknote. The check was carefully hidden between the pages of Buddhist books. As soon as Thanh Hoa saw it, he laughed sarcastically.

“The Bodhisattva's heart, under the Bodhisattva's ass, is pressing down on a banknote.”

So Nghien picked up the gold bracelet, the back of her hand clearly showing protruding blue veins.

“I only said that because I was soft-hearted.”

So Nhu looked at him pleadingly.

“Brother, I'm scared.

After I took over, I stumbled everywhere Everyone raised their eyes to watch my joke. The first page promised that he could help me balance the books, so I was suddenly confused.” So Nghien closed her eyes.

"So it turns out I knew there were errors in the books."

She didn't dare argue back. I told the Old Lady: “The first page must be summarized. The bookkeeping department must conduct a thorough inventory. The vault must be sealed. In addition, So Nhu is forbidden from touching any keys from now on." The old man looked at the pile of evidence on the table, as if he had aged ten years.

“Just follow that and do it.”

When So Nhu was being dragged away, he suddenly turned his head and glared at me.

“Sister, have you known for a long time?”

I replied: "I have given you the books to look over." Her face twisted.

“You did it on purpose.

You can clearly remind me.” I walked closer to her.

“So Nhu, when people gave you the key, you criticized the rules as a dead thing.

Now that the rules are in your head, you blame me for not reminding you." She stared fixedly at me.

"You will regret it."

I didn't bother to ask her what authority she had to say that. Because the vicious hatred in those eyes is much more real than those crocodile tears. Bui Hanh arrived late in the afternoon. He did not let his subordinates inform him and aggressively rushed straight to the gate of my courtyard, but was stopped by Thanh Hoa.

“Bui The Tu please stop walking.

My lady's institute is not a market where you can go out and go in if you want to go in. Bui Hanh suppressed his anger.

“Your lady and I have a proper marriage contract.”

Thanh Hoa put her hands on her hips.

“There's a marriage contract and yet you still follow your sister in forcing him to hand over power, there's a marriage contract and you force him to bow his head and apologize to the servants, there's a marriage contract and you dare to scold him for being satisfied.

This engagement contract of Bui The Tu, even putting a talisman on the door to ward off evil spirits is still considered bad luck." I leisurely sat in the room, listening to the scolding very pleasantly. Bui Hanh couldn't bear it any longer.

“So Lenh Nghi!”

I pushed the door open.

“If there's something wrong, say it directly.”

Seeing me, his tone softened a bit.

“Nhu Nhi received the items from the first page, she was indeed wrong.

But these past few days she's been acting extremely cut off. The old man fell ill and was bedridden, So Nghien became sad and depressed, and the people in the palace were extremely confused. Do you have to be so determined that you want to destroy this house? I asked back: "Who do you want to speak for?"

“I speak on behalf of the Marquis.”

“Then you first pay off the rice coal money that the Marquis owes to my shop.”

His face was gray.

“Lanh Nghi, can't you open your mouth without mentioning money?”

“Impossible.”

Thanh Hoa conveniently stabbed another knife.

“When Bui The Tu opened his mouth it was gratitude, he kept it closed for the big picture, but when it came to money he pretended to be deaf.

Our lady doesn't talk about money, so why should she talk about your cheap face that's not worth a penny? Bui Hanh glared at her angrily. I snapped: “Look at me.” He had to move his eyes.

“Today I came here to inform you that Nhu Nhi's matter should stop here.

If we continue digging, too many people will be involved, and I'm afraid the reputation of the Marquis Palace can't be maintained.” I stared at him.

“Who made you come here?”

He hesitated.

“No one.”

“Bui family?”

Light His eyes wavered. I guessed it.

“Behind the front page, is there Bui family's hand sticking out?”

Bui Hanh's voice was tense.

“Don't spit blood on yourself.”

I returned to the table and pulled out the estate's loss report.

“This paper is a product shipped from a paper factory named after Bui Gia.

The Marquis's records department never buys this type of paper. Where can I get the money to buy the first page? Today, you impatiently urged me to let go, not because you were worried about the reputation of the Marquis Palace, but because you were afraid of being prosecuted to the door of the Bui family." Bui Hanh took one step across the threshold.

“So Lenh Nghi, do you know what you are babbling about?”

Thanh Hoa immediately rushed out to shield us in front of us. I held out the paper to him.

“I know.

You want to tear it apart, don't you? However, I still have two more copies left.” His hand froze in mid-air. Two copies again. Surely he was starting to feel annoyed with this number. Bui Hanh lowered his voice and whispered: "Even if that paper factory belongs to the Bui family, it still doesn't prove anything. How many people in the capital use Bui family's paper?" I nodded.

“That's why I want to check the rice truck.”

His face finally broke.

“You can't find out.”

I asked: "So what are you afraid of?"