Bondage

"Miss……"

Not long after Song Wan got up, she saw Heng Zhi standing by the embroidery couch with an ugly expression on her face. She looked at the silent maids in the room and asked with a smile, "What happened to you, sir?"

"Master, last night, he asked Ling Yun to send her personal belongings to the Xiuyan Pavilion. This morning, even the bedding and the personal servants were moved."

"Miss……"

Heng Wu's eyes were flushed, and there were big teardrops in his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry.

"Master, he... is too bullying."

Her family's young lady is the eight-carried sedan chair of the Hou Mansion, the first wife brought in from the main entrance, and she has paid homage to the ancestors in a serious way.Song Mansion has not fallen yet, how dare Hou Mansion bully them for this sake?

Although there are families in Shangjing who dote on their concubines like treasures, they have never heard of any mansion who has never consummated their marriage with their first wife for the sake of concubines.

If this is said to let outsiders know, it will be treated as if their young lady has some serious illness and how ugly she is.

"Miss, what do you mean by uncle? Is he preventing you from giving birth to the eldest son of the Hou Mansion so that he can make way for the little whore's child?"

"Miss……"

"Okay, Hengwu, you're giving me a headache."

Song Wan comforted her with a smile, but her complexion turned pale.

Hengzhi's eyes were also red, and her words were filled with anger: "On the day in the palace, the uncle clearly said that he wanted to consummate the marriage with the young lady, and he also said that he wanted to hang up the picture of the two immortals. What are they doing now? But Aunt Lin and the uncle What did you say, the uncle is like this?"

Xiang Cao gritted her teeth and said: "No, I can't let the two of them go on like this. The servant will go to the old lady, if the old lady ignores it, the servant will go back to the mansion to find the master today..."

After Xiangcao finished speaking, she wanted to run out, but was stopped by Song Wan.

"What are you going to say to the old lady?"

"Is it possible that the old lady will pressure him to consummate the house with me? Wouldn't it be more embarrassing?"

"Miss, what should I do now? If that little whore gives birth to the eldest son, what will you do in the future?"

"The eldest son of the concubine also takes up the character of concubine, the big deal is to adopt a child from the clan."

Seeing that one or two of them were red-eyed, Song Wan smiled and said: "I'm done dressing up, if I drag on any longer, it will be too late."

The four servant girls dressed her up with eight rabbit eyes. Song Wan was smiling before, but when he realized that they hadn't paid attention to him, he showed a trace of panic.

The book says that the husband is God.

Heaven cannot be violated, husband cannot be separated, but she never said what would happen in her situation.

Her mother had never taught her, so she dared not tell her aunt about these things, and although her father and brother treated her very well, there was no reason for a daughter to come home to complain about things in the house.

She was married to the Marquis Mansion dressed in white, and no mother-in-law told her on her wedding day that she could only rely on herself on how to get along with her husband in the future.

Song Wan looked at the person in the mirror and pursed her lips slightly.

After dressing up, Song Wan and Heng Zhiheng went out of the room, and Jiang Xingjian was waiting for her in the courtyard as before, but for some reason, she suddenly remembered the scene when she took the initiative to hold his hand but was thrown away that day.

A familiar sense of shame swept over his body, Song Wan felt his hands and feet were stiff, and his throat was tight.

In her 18 years of life, she has never felt so ashamed of her actions that day.

Walking two steps behind Jiang Xingjian, Song Wan kept her voice calm and felt uncomfortable.

"Husband first please."

Looking at the distance between the two of them, Jiang Xingjian frowned indiscernibly.

He took a step forward, and Song Wan hurriedly took a step back.

Jiang Xingjian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"you……"

"Grandmother is probably already waiting, it's not good to delay the time."

After standing behind him, Jiang Xingjian was silent for a moment, then turned and went to Mrs. Jiang's Fuhetang.

Although Song Wan is currently in charge of the match in the mansion, the real power in the Hou Mansion is still Mrs. Jiang.

If there are old rules in the mansion, you can abide by the old rules, but if you want to increase the monthly silver for the servants, and let the servants go home, you still need the approval of the old lady.Song Wan had already informed about these things in advance, but if they were actually implemented, they still had to report to Mrs. Jiang.

The time was wasted after coming and going, Jiang Xingjian was by the side, seeing that she was talking dry, he handed her a cup of tea.

Looking at the man's palm, Song Wan was stunned for a moment, but didn't raise his hand to take it.

Jiang Xingjian raised his eyebrows, and after thinking for a while, he put the tea cup on the coffee table.Song Wan didn't want to drink at first, but Mrs. Jiang and Jiang's mother were staring at him, so she insisted on taking a sip with a slightly red face.

"What are you thinking? So ecstatic?"

Seeing that Jiang Xingjian was absent-minded when he came back from Fuhetang, Lin Jiayue couldn't help asking.

Jiang Xingjian came back to his senses, and did not say that he felt that Song Wan's temperament was weird today, making it difficult to understand.

"You've been looking at the ledger all morning, but what's the problem? Why don't you tell me, so I can give you an idea."

Jiang Xingjian thought that she had some ingenious ideas on weekdays, and wanted to coax her to pass the time, so he roughly told Lin Jiayue about the recent situation in the mansion, and said a few words about the results of Song Wan's handling a few days ago.

After listening, Lin Jiayue took the account book, and found a thin charcoal strip wrapped in several layers of cloth from the room, and quickly calculated on the paper.

"My God, the Hou's mansion can't make ends meet now, how can such a small amount of income support such a large expenditure? If this continues, I'm afraid that in a few years we will have to sit and eat."

Jiang Xingjian smiled lightly: "That's true."

Lin Jiayue curled her lips slightly: "I have a way to turn losses into profits, do you believe it or not?"

"Do you have a solution?"

"Of course, but... I won't tell you."

Lin Jiayue dropped the stick of charcoal in her hand, and said with a half-smile: "Anyway, I'm not in charge of the Hou Mansion now. Since the old lady and his wife trust the main courtyard so much, let her find a way to go."

Jiang Xingjian smiled lightly and didn't say a word.

"Why, don't you believe that I can turn losses into profits? Or do you think Song Wan has done a good job?"

Her voice was a little higher, Jiang Xingjian said: "You have not recovered from your illness, go and rest."

Lin Jiayue propped her chin with one hand, blinked her round eyes and looked at Jiang Xingjian with a smile: "Do you know what it means to increase income and reduce expenditure?"

"The Lord of the Ming Dynasty must carefully maintain its harmony, throttle its flow, and open its source, and consider it from time to time..."

Jiang Xingjian put down the account book in his hand and asked, "This is from Xunzi's article on making the country rich. Why did you suddenly mention this?"

"..."

Lin Jiayue paused, a little surprised.

She always thought that increasing income and reducing expenditure came from the economics of later generations, but now she was a little embarrassed to hear Jiang Xingjian say that.

Afterwards, Lin Jiayue snorted, "You know, Song Wan doesn't know about it, does she? If she knew, how could she come up with such a stupid idea? Instead of saving money, it's better to increase revenue, let alone look at her festival. Erliang's handwriting, how long will it take to plug the hole in the Hou's mansion?"