On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

Rong Xian is indeed very capable.

It only took one day to calculate all the bad debts that Ji Lanshuang had spent on subsidizing the Changping Marquis' Mansion over the years.

"...The gilded painted two-eared vase has been sent away, as have Xu Qingshi's two original paintings. The only things left in the storehouse of the Marquis of Changping's mansion are probably the festival gifts that Hong herself collected from her own family and her maternal grandfather's family. They look nice, but they are actually useless."

Next to the stone table under the pear tree in the front yard of Ruoliyuan.

Rong Xian carefully checked the items corresponding to each account with Ji Lan and her daughter one by one, and analyzed the probability of recovering all the items at the moment.

"I'll be frank. Most of the fine products sent out by the Changping Marquisate are from the rich families in Beijing. The chances of our second branch getting them back are slim, unless..."

Rong Xian didn't continue talking, but it was enough to make Ji Lanshuang's heart sink.

Su Sui'an continued Rong Xian's words, "Mr. Rong, do you mean to let us borrow your strength?"

"Now that the Ninth Prince is still sentimental about their old friendship, you can give it a try, young lady." Rong Xian suggested sincerely.

"No need. This is a matter between the second and first houses of the Marquis of Changping's mansion. To put it bluntly, it is a family affair. The Ninth Prince's promotion is already a great gift from heaven. I will find a way to do the rest."

Su Sui'an refused without thinking.

Rong Xian didn't persuade him any further. He picked up the thick stack of account books on the table and stood up to say goodbye.

"Then I will light a lamp tonight and work hard to list the things that Madam Su is missing and their approximate value as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Master Rong."

The fate between people is sometimes really wonderful.

However, in just one day, Ji Lanshuang began to like this humble young man more and more.

It was not until Rong Xian walked away that Ji Lanshuang stood up and walked into the house with the help of Su Sui'an.

Ji Lanshuang patted Su Sui'an's hand lovingly, sighed, and said apologetically, "The Marquis' Mansion will definitely not give up this marriage so easily. An'er, you and the Duke Gu's Mansion... probably won't work out."

"For An'er, the greatest happiness is that my mother is in good health and Chi'er can grow up healthily. Getting married or not is no longer within An'er's consideration." Su Sui'an told Ji Lanshuang his inner thoughts truthfully.

Ji Lanshuang nodded slowly, reached out and patted Su Sui'an's hand, and said soothingly, "Mother knows that you must have a lot of things to do. Go, you don't have to accompany me all the time."

"Mother, if you don't make a decision when you should, you will suffer the consequences. Father respects the eldest house because of the relationship between the old marquis and his wife. He doesn't know what the eldest house has done, let alone the difficulties we have experienced in Luojing over the years. If he knew all the reasons, he would definitely not blame you. You..."

"Okay, An'er," Ji Lanshuang interrupted Su Sui'an harshly. Realizing her own misstep, she slowed down her tone again, "Mother knows everything."

She understands the truth.

However, she understood her husband's feelings towards Changping Marquis Mansion better...

Su Sui'an didn't say anything else. He called Nanny Deng, gave her a few instructions, handed Ji Lanshuang over to her, and went back to the room where he was temporarily staying in Ruoliyuan.

...

"Miss, there is a little beggar outside who wants to see me. He said that someone asked him to give me this thing."

As soon as Liu'er saw Su Sui'an returning to the room, she immediately went to Su Sui'an and handed him a note wrapped in a silk handkerchief.

"Is that little beggar a new or familiar face?"

Su Sui'an asked casually.

His eyes casually fell on the contents of the note.

With just a glance, her careless eyes froze and even her pupils trembled.

After taking another closer look and making sure that the content of the note was correct, she looked at Liu'er with a serious expression.

"When the note was in your hand, did anyone else know about it?"

Liu Er thought for a moment and said, "There was only Ding Dagui, the gatekeeper at the side gate. Before that, the little beggar went to several other small gates but was beaten out every time."

"Later, take out two taels of silver from my private vault and give it to Ding Dagui to drink so that he can keep his mouth shut." As he spoke, Su Sui'an had already placed the note in his hand on the tinder and ignited it.

"I have to go out for a while tomorrow. If mother asks about it, just say that I am in a bad mood and went out to relax."

Liu'er agreed to all of them.

"Yes."

...

The next morning, Su Sui'an got up.

Before leaving, I saw Rong Xian coming with a stack of account books.

"Miss Su, where are you going so early in the morning?"

Everyone in front of me greeted me.

Su Sui'an had no choice but to stop and replied, "I'm in a bad mood, so I'm going out to relax."

Rong Xian's breath caught slightly, "Is Miss Su still worried about her wedding dress being burned during the fire?"

"You know a lot more."

Unfortunately, sometimes being too gossipy is not a good thing.

Su Sui'an kept walking.

Rong Xian was not annoyed. He chased after her with the account book in hand and said seriously, "If Miss Su wants a wedding dress, just arrange for the embroiderer to embroider it for half a month. Why bother about such a thing? I feel that Miss Su doesn't want to get married."

As the young man was beside her, a faint and familiar scent of agarwood lingered around her.

Su Sui'an's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The morning air still carries a hint of the fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with a faint scent of agarwood.

It makes people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

Looking at the pure eyes of the young man in front of him, Su Sui'an became a little more alert.

"Who are you exactly?"

Rong Xian smiled slightly, "Ms. Su, have you forgotten so quickly? I am..."

Before he could finish his words, Su Sui'an had already grabbed his collar and pushed him against the corridor wall.

He was a full head and a half taller than her.

But it did not affect the overwhelming power of Su Sui'an over him.

She stood on tiptoe and placed her left forearm against Rongxian's neck, while pinching the vital point on Rongxian's left wrist with her right hand.

Rong Xian was caught off guard for a moment, and the account book in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

She had murderous intent in her eyes as she met his panicked and timid gaze, like a frightened deer, and spoke each word as if squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Why did the Ninth Prince send you here? Tell me!!"

"Su... Miss Su... Let's talk it over nicely... I really just want to repay Miss Su for saving my life..."

"I really only asked the Ninth Prince for this favor..."

"If...if Miss Su feels that what I said is unpleasant to hear, then I will not say it again in the future..."

The panicked look on his face clearly showed that he realized belatedly that he had said something wrong and wanted to make amends.

Su Sui'an did not loosen his grip at all, and his fingertips were holding Rong Xian's pulse wrist, sensing the force.

The opponent's pulse still has no internal force fluctuations...

Could it be that she is too worried?