AWB Chapter 64 What illness is so serious?
Chapter 64 What illness is so serious?
Qinghe and Yinshuang stepped forward slightly and gave a curtsy.
Manager Qian and Manager Liu stood up and knelt down. The three bosses were stunned for a moment before kneeling down with wide eyes and belatedly calling out, "Your Highness, Prince Qin."
Murong Jing grunted an "Mmm" through his nose.
"Flat body."
Feng Yue, who was following behind, looked awkward.
This is really too strange. The master is actually eavesdropping, and he's been listening for quite a while! If it weren't for what Manager Li said just now, the master probably wouldn't have shown up.
Su Mowan smiled as she met his cold gaze.
The only one who froze was Manager Li.
He stared blankly as His Highness the Prince of Qin drew closer, and then the evaluation of His Highness involuntarily came to mind: cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, ruthless, decisive, domineering, arrogant and haughty...
"Your Highness, King Qin."
Under that icy gaze, Manager Li's legs buckled and he was about to kneel down.
Murong Jing curled his lips into a cold smile and said to Feng Yue behind him, "Let him know what it really means to use power to oppress others."
Feng Yue waved his hand towards the outside.
Two bodyguards appeared in broad daylight, grabbed the already weak-legged Manager Li from either side, and dragged him outside.
He was probably terrified, because Manager Li was dragged away in a daze without making a sound.
The whole thing was beyond Su Mowan's expectations.
She was just using the government to scare Manager Li into admitting his crimes, writing a confession and leaving it with her so she could fire him.
Unexpectedly, Murong Jing arrived.
Manager Qian and Manager Liu were about to take their leave when Su Mowan gestured to Qinghe to give each manager a hundred taels of silver.
The three jewelry suppliers couldn't stay any longer either. They were simply overwhelmed by the imposing presence of His Highness the King of Qin, and so they all rose and bowed to take their leave.
Su Mowan asked Yinshuang to see her off for a while.
After everyone had left, Su Mowan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Murong Jing.
"Why didn't you listen for a little longer before coming in, Your Highness?"
Murong Jing hesitated for a moment, then his face darkened.
"If I had come in any later, what would have become of the Qin Prince's mansion's reputation? How could they have been threatened by a mere commoner without any remorse!"
Su Mowan smiled indifferently and placed the teacup directly on the armrest of the wheelchair. "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Your Highness is underestimating me."
"You're saying I'm a butcher's knife?"
"..."
Su Mowan gritted her teeth, her head throbbing: "I mean, it would be beneath Your Highness's dignity to handle such a trivial matter personally!"
Murong Jing picked up the teacup that was steadily placed on the armrest and snorted coldly, "Even if I lose my identity, I still have my identity."
Su Mowan had no choice but to admit defeat.
Her mood brightened, and she said, "Thanks to His Highness for saving us. Yinshuang, go and tell Aunt Li to prepare the ingredients. I will cook for you myself in a little while to express my gratitude to His Highness."
So, His Highness the Prince of Qin moved to the main house of Huangfeng Garden. Although his face was still cold, Feng Yue could tell from the curve of his thin lips that his master's mood had eased considerably.
As for Su Mowan, she rolled up her sleeves and personally took charge of the cooking.
The kitchen wasn't big to begin with, so Su Mowan sent Qinghe out to call for Granny Wei and Granny Zhao.
The intermittent swishing sound of spatulas could be heard from the kitchen.
Before long, a fragrant aroma wafted through the air, and Feng Yue couldn't help but swallow hard.
His Highness the King of Qin frowned in disdain as he examined several sheets of paper and paintings over and over.
"It's worthless!"
"..."
The 'good-for-nothing' Commander Feng could only grit his teeth and suppress the urge to swallow.
After struggling to resist the temptation for more than half an hour, Feng Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief because Consort Su entered.
"Your Highness, it's all done. Commander Feng, could you please go and see why Qinghe and the two nannies haven't arrived yet?"
As Su Mowan spoke, she directed Yin Shuang to set up the table.
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing raised his head, his brows furrowing slightly.
He asked her, "What brings you two old ladies here?"
Su Mowan blinked: "Of course it's about eating! We should all share the good stuff."
Upon hearing that he was also entitled to a share, Feng Yue's face lit up with joy, and he quickly went out the door.
Unfortunately, His Highness the King of Qin's face darkened.
He put down the papers in his hand and stared at Su Mowan with displeasure: "Didn't you make these for me?"
He thought this woman was made especially for him, but...
"It's made for the prince, but he can't eat this much by himself."
Su Mowan completely ignored Prince Qin's emotions. She clapped her hands and instructed Yinshuang, "Alright, go and bring the dishes up. We'll start eating once everyone is here!"
After saying that, Su Mowan remembered something.
She turned her gaze to Murong Jing, whose face was gloomy, and said, "By the way, Your Highness, should we call Consort Shen a name?"
Murong Jing's face darkened further.
This woman, doesn't she think she has enough men?!
He immediately said coldly, "No need, it's not like there's no one else to make it for her!"
Su Mowan smiled brightly: "That's good. I just wanted to ask so that the prince wouldn't think I was excluding Consort Shen and deliberately not calling her."
"..."
Murong Jing pursed his thin lips and remained silent. Su Mowan approached, picked up a few pieces of paper from the low table, and curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
"Your Highness, have you understood it after looking at it for so long?"
Of that stack of papers, ten were sketches of new garments drawn a month ago, five were the latest designs that had just been completed, and the rest were profit summaries from the three stores every ten days.
Of course, Arabic numerals were used.
Murong Jing snorted coldly, remaining silent, his expression somewhat unnatural.
Seeing this, Su Mowan knew she couldn't tease him anymore.
So she took the initiative to say, "This is the money I earned this month. The restaurant earned about 15,000 taels, the clothing shop about 25,000 taels, and the jewelry shop about 10,000 taels. In total, I made a profit of 50,000 taels."
After saying that, Su Mowan tilted her head and smiled at Murong Jing.
"I wonder if Your Highness is satisfied with these results?"
Murong Jing turned his gaze away.
He snorted, seemingly disdainful.
The assessment of her was: "Barely satisfactory!"
"..."
It's only 'so-so'? Shouldn't it be 'absolutely amazing'?
Su Mowan gritted her teeth and smiled.
She was not happy: "That's true, Your Highness. You have plenty of money, so a mere fifty thousand taels is nothing to you."
That was a provocation.
Murong Jing's thin lips moved as he was about to speak when a pink figure rushed in.
"You sneaked out of the palace again?"
Murong Jing wore a cold expression.
"No, Third Brother! I was sent by Father this time!"
The seventh princess, dressed in pink, resembled a peach petal in the wind, and floated to Murong Jing's side in just a few steps.
Upon hearing the words "sent by the Emperor," Su Mowan instinctively felt that nothing good was coming.
Sure enough, the Seventh Princess waved to the outside, and a palace maid came in carrying several packets of medicine.
The seventh princess took the medicine and weighed it in her hand.
"Father said this medicine is for you, Third Brother, and he instructed me to personally deliver it to you!"
Murong Jing reached out and took it, then secretly sniffed the medicine.
Su Mowan, with her sharp eyes, noticed that Murong Jing's expression stiffened slightly, and then he tightened his grip on the medicine packet.
Upon seeing this, Su Mowan couldn't help but start to speculate maliciously.
Could it be that it's a cure for impotence?
Before she could finish pondering it, Murong Jing glanced at her indifferently and then said to the Seventh Princess, "Go back and tell Father that I have accepted this medicine."
The seventh princess frowned.
She was a little worried: "But Third Brother, what illness do you have that's so serious that you need to take so much medicine?"
Before Murong Jing could speak, Su Mowan, who had been secretly pondering for a long time, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She laughed so hard she almost choked, leaning against the table.