Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

Su Ziyu's eyes lit up, and he immediately imagined himself galloping across the vast grasslands. But the next second, he suddenly realized that he was now his sister.

Why would a girl go to the frontier?

Besides the constant fighting and instability there, there was also endless sandstorms and hardship.

The smile that had just appeared on his lips immediately tightened, and he glared at him irritably, "Rude."

Instead of getting angry, Qi Jinyu laughed when she was inexplicably scolded.

He was so carried away with his pride that he almost forgot that his wife was still dressed as a woman and would naturally not want her sister to go to the harsh frontier.

"Yes, yes, Madam is right. How about this, let my brother-in-law come with me to the frontier, and I will certainly treat him well."

“That’s only right.” Su Ziyu raised her chin, looking dignified. “I’ll write to my brother later and ask him. He’s in poor health. If he agrees, you must take good care of him.”

Seeing that he was verbally arguing for her benefits in advance, Qi Jinyu quickly nodded in agreement, "Of course. I'll have Doctor Jiang accompany me, and I'll also assign my brother-in-law a squad of personal guards. I guarantee he'll be able to walk with his head held high."

"Walking sideways, that's a crab."

Su Ziyu glared at him irritably. Upon hearing the name "Doctor Jiang," she instantly recalled the bitter medicine she had been drinking these past few days, which seemed to contain several kilograms of bitter herbs. Her mouth involuntarily tasted bitter.

Seeing Su Ziyu frown, Qi Jinyu quickly coaxed her, "If Madam wants to eat, I'll send someone to buy some fish, shrimp, and crab."

Su Ziyu was speechless. Was that what he meant?

They whiled away the time in the study, and then had lunch together at noon.

Qi Jinyu insisted on taking a nap with Su Ziyu, and Su Ziyu couldn't refuse, so she let him have his way. After all, it was just a little bit of taking advantage of him by hugging and cuddling, which was acceptable (actually quite comfortable).

When I woke up from my nap, there was no one beside me.

Hearing the commotion, the maid Puye stepped forward to serve him and explained, "His Highness went to the study to discuss matters and asked me to remind you to take your tonic after you wake up."

Su Ziyu had just woken up and was still a little confused when she saw that the person who came was not Liu Ye. "Where is Liu Ye?"

The maidservant Pu Ye quickly said, "Liu Ye went to the storeroom to take inventory. She was worried that there would be no one to serve you when you woke up, so she specially left me here. Please allow me to serve you, Your Highness."

Earlier, this maid had taken the initiative to stand up for him in the study and challenge the guards at the door. Su Ziyu had a good impression of her, so he nodded and accepted her as a friend.

"Pour me a glass of water."

The maid, Pu Ye, was delighted and quickly brought over a cup of water. "Please have some, Your Highness."

After drinking water to soothe her throat and taking some tonics, Su Ziyu was wondering what to do to pass the time when the steward came to see her.

Su Ziyu raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself that something was about to happen.

As expected, the butler stood at the front, holding a sandalwood box in both hands, while two rows of servants behind him carried account books in turn, all in complete silence.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. I pay my respects to Your Majesty." The steward bowed as soon as he entered the room.

Su Ziyu observed the situation and guessed what was going on. "Butler, please rise. What brings you here...?"

The steward lowered his eyes slightly. "Your Highness, you were still ill before, so this old servant did not want to disturb you. Today, having heard that you are in much better health, as Your Highness has instructed, this old servant will entrust the household affairs to Your Highness today."

He had originally intended to use the fact that the Imperial Concubine was ill to delay the matter for a while longer, but today His Highness had actually allowed the Imperial Concubine into the important study, so the handover of the stewardship could no longer be delayed.

We must find something for the imperial concubine to do.

Let her focus all her attention on the household affairs, so as not to have any other thoughts.

"These are all the keys to the manor, a total of 101; 31 to the storerooms; 40 to the courtyards; and 30 to the accounting office. These are the account books. As of yesterday, the manor had 5,700 taels of silver in hand. The harvest from the various estates this year..."

Su Ziyu listened to everything, then gestured to Pu Ye. Pu Ye went over, took the sandalwood box, turned around, and respectfully handed it to Su Ziyu. The rest of the account books were placed on the table.

Su Ziyu opened the box, inside which were three large bunches of keys, gleaming with a cold, hard light. He then roughly flipped through the general ledger, estimating that it was pretty much the same as when he was the steward in the Imperial Palace and at his home in Jiangnan.

However, upon closer examination, it still falls short.

The prince's residence is very poor.

It's fortunate that Qi Jinyu doesn't usually live here, otherwise, with the little money in the account, he probably wouldn't be able to make ends meet with all the expenses, social obligations, and other necessities.

"Steward Wang," Su Ziyu suddenly called out to him, her voice gentle, "I heard you have a son who now works under His Highness?"

The butler looked up abruptly. The topic had come up too suddenly. Even though the imperial concubine was just talking casually, it still startled him, and he couldn't help but try to figure out what she meant.

"Yes... I'm sorry for your concern, Your Highness."

Tsk, talking to that old fox is such a hassle.

Su Ziyu originally wanted to ask him if he knew that his son's clothes were made of hemp cloth. Hemp cloth looks like rough linen and has no luster, but because of its complicated manufacturing process, it is known as "one tael of gold for one tael of cloth".

Qi Jinyu, being a rough and uncultured man, couldn't recognize the quality, but he, a man who grew up in Jiangnan, had a discerning eye.

Moreover, if the prince's residence is so poor, then Wang Shuo's extravagance must mean he has some quick way to make money, which is probably not from any legitimate source.

Seeing the butler's taut back and his tight-lipped expression, he immediately lost interest, waved his hand, and signaled the butler to leave.

Upon hearing this, the butler immediately left.

After they left the courtyard, the housekeeper sent someone to call his son back.

Wang Shuo has been very busy these past few days. His son was sent to Wanfang Academy to study yesterday. He had pulled a lot of strings to get the place, and in return, he has been hosting a series of banquets and parties.

By the time he returned, it was almost dark outside. "Dad, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry to see me?"

The butler sat at the table drinking cold tea and poured him a cup. "Today, when I went to hand over the reins of the household to the Imperial Concubine, she suddenly mentioned you."

"Let them mention it!"

Wang Shuo was thirsty, so he tilted his head back and gulped it down, his tone completely dismissive, "Perhaps we bumped into each other in His Highness's study during the day, and she just mentioned it casually! Father, don't always be so suspicious."

She's just the unloved daughter of the Minister of Rites; what trouble could she possibly cause?

Seeing his attitude, the steward was immediately furious. "Look at you, reeking of alcohol. Where have you been gallivanting off to again? Now that His Highness intends to promote you to succeed me, you should serve His Highness properly and stop going out to steal chickens and dogs all day long."

Your Highness, Your Highness... His father didn't utter any other words besides "Your Highness".

Wang Shuo pursed his lips, a hint of impatience flashing across his face.

His father had been saying "take over his position" and "be loyal to His Highness" every day since he was old enough to understand. His father hadn't gotten tired of saying it, but he was tired of hearing it.

He just doesn't understand.

Being someone else's slave is nothing compared to the joy of being your own master.

Wang Shuo dared not tell his father this, because his father would really slap him in the face with a big shoe sole.

After returning to the bedroom, Wang Shuo took out a box of incense cakes from his pocket and instructed his wife to scent his clothes every day.

His wife, Yunniang, was helping him change his clothes when she heard this. She snorted at him, turned around, sat on the bed, and started to throw a tantrum.

"Whoever gave it to you, you can ask them to fumigate it for you."