C167 (1/2)

”It's impossible to rely solely on snacks. Could it be that your wife used some sort of trick?” ”She's not your proper wife, why do you care about her?” Princess Jing'an looked down on Madam Hou.

Other people have to eagerly open the path for their husbands and sons. She has arrived, and sits at home everyday, waiting for others to pay their respects to her.

Mu Rousang laughed: ”It's only a matter of a year or two. When Zixuan comes out of Hanlin House, we can move out.” It was just that he had to find a way to split the family.

”I heard that in the Yang family's elder generation, there is no branch family. In my opinion, that mansion of yours is still quite noisy.”

The reason the Princess Jing'an knew about this, was most likely because they had heard of it from the Princess Huaiqing.

She cast a sidelong glance at her sister-in-law and said, ”Your idea can't be to ask me to tell that unfamiliar uncle of mine, right?”

The Princess Jing'an glared at her in annoyance: ”Leave a way out, your life still hasn't reached the point where you have to move out. Moreover, your husband hasn't gone to the Sixth Division yet, what's the rush?”

The two weren't in a hurry, but that didn't mean others weren't! The younger generation of the Yang family was becoming more and more capable, they would not be able to stop it. At that time, the older generation wouldn't be able to get that many benefits.

After coming to a conclusion, the two looked at each other, waiting to see how the people from the Yang Mansion would act.

”But sister-in-law, that Su Clan is bullying me!” Mu Rousang acted coquettishly towards her and then complained at the same time.

”Don't worry, I have my own plans for this. When the time comes, you can just watch the show.” The Princess Jing'an was not truly brainless. On the contrary, she was very smart, to be able to stand out amongst the many princess daughters and enter the eyes of the Emperor, how could she be stupid?

With someone willing to help her, Mu Rousang was overjoyed and smiled: ”Good sister-in-law, when are you going to bring me a nephew. Niece, I'll stitch some clothes for them.”

Don't stare at me, it's not like you don't know, I don't know how to knead needle and thread, much less count on my mother. Other than dressing up, she also knows how to manage a household.

Okay, he is the real deal, Mu Rousang looked at the ceiling with his hands on his cheeks.

”Hey, don't tell me you're feeling sorry for those pieces of cloth? At most, I'll get someone to carry two boxes to you, so you can sew them for me.” Princess Jing'an reached out to push her.

”My good sister-in-law, I didn't say that I wouldn't agree. However, if you really are pregnant, then remember to tell me as soon as possible. I'll also make some for my little nephews.”

The two clearly didn't like to delve into house fighting techniques, so as they talked, they went on to do other things.

The first day was on the fifteenth day of the 12th lunar month. The White Jade Temple's Reverend was busy greeting the meritorious services of the heavens, and had invited everyone to burn incense for the sake of peace, as well as to ask for a good divination.

On the second day, he personally brought the recitation of scriptures from wealthy families, and just like that, two or three days passed, and on the nineteenth day of the twelfth month, the Yang family, Mu family, Zuo family, and other wealthy families all got into a carriage and left in a hurry to recruit their friends. This caused chaos in front of the White Jade Temple, and only after it was almost dark did it calm down a lot, but it also caused chaos in front of the temple.

Mu Rousang pondered about how she did not tell Yang Zixuan about meeting him. It was not that she did not want to meet him, but she felt that it was better not to cause trouble. She did not go out often either.

Returning to the manor house to busy themselves with the New Year event, Yang Zixuan's caravan returned to the capital with a large amount of profit, and at the same time brought New Year's goods from the south, earning them another fortune.

All day long, Mu Rousang sat at home and pulled out an abacus. All she heard was a series of crackling sounds from the east wing's study.

”Young Mistress has gone overboard. When Young Master went out today, he had some orders, and had someone find the newborn sheep and grind the fresh almonds. They've just finished cooking!”

Spring Dye brought in a bowl of fragrant almond milk, causing Mu Rousang's stomach to feel flat. She put down the brush in her hand and laughed, ”Quickly bring it over for me to eat, I'm just hungry now.”

Spring Breeze, who was serving at the side, quickly prepared to put away the Accounts s on the table. Mu Rousang waved her hand and said: ”Don't do it, we will have to continue settling the score later. It's been a long time since we last moved, and our bodies are already sore.

The last sentence she said was to Chun Yan.

”Yes, Young Mistress. Luckily, I took the opportunity to make a Kitchen at the beginning, otherwise, it would have been inconvenient for me to eat so much. If I had been looked down by those people, who knows what they would have said.” Chun Ran could not bear to see the Yang Mansion's people.