C3 (1/2)

Early in the morning, Dong Ling Wan was already up when the two of them entered. She was wearing her clothes as she sat by the window, checking her account book. The window was ajar, and the wind made the room chilly. ”Miss has never been in good health, how dare you blow so much cold air on her?” she said in a reproachful tone, as she moved the oil lamp to the side of the table.

”I'm not that delicate.” Dong Ling Wan didn't raise her head, focusing all of her attention on the account book.

The 'East' was not originally the surname of the Central Plains. The Dong Clan had moved to the Central Plains from the northwestern barbarians a hundred years ago. However, the Dong Clan of the Central Plains had been inherited from their ancestors, so the clan did not grow and expand. It was only until Dong Ling Wan's generation that the three brothers and sisters appeared. His eldest daughter, Dong Luoyu, had been ordered to enter the palace ten years ago. She was now the leader of the fourth concubines, and her eldest son, Dong Yichuan, was born a scholar but preferred martial arts.

Dongshi was one of the three salt merchants in Da Ye, the head of the Dong family, Dong Haojie, had not been able to join the family ever since his wife died. Dong Haojie had to go out to discuss business and travel around the world, and he spent most of the year away from his home, with the barbarians respecting their women.

As Dong Haojie aged, he had to consider handing over his family property. Dong Haojie could only place his hopes on the intelligent woman and teach her how to take care of her family business from a young age. Dong Ling Wan did not disappoint Dong Hao Jie, and many things were easily settled, so when Dong Ling Wan became a little older, Dong Hao Jie had gradually handed over most of the matters outside the family to this woman to decide. Until now, most of the business had already been handed over to Dong Ling Wan. With such a large family business handed over to a sixteen-year-old girl, people couldn't help but admire Dong Haojie's courage.

Hearing her words, Snow Flower felt helpless in her heart. She was a delicate body to begin with, yet she refused to admit to it.

After their breakfast, they heard the girl who went to get the snacks say that she had seen the Fourth Miss Song walking in their direction. A smile appeared on her face. ”Come in quickly.”

This Miss Song was called Jing Yi at the age of fourteen. She was a direct descendant of the Marquis of Ri'an, and she had a mischievous personality. She did not like to read books and embroider; she only wanted to escape from home and spend her days in the sword arts world.

With such a personality, it was a wonder that he had actually become close friends with the usually calm and quiet Dong Ling Wan.

”And looking at that account book of yours, you've caused me to worry for nothing. Now, it seems that you've lived quite comfortably!” A young girl with phoenix-like eyes, tall stature and a straight line of men's red dress came in through the door. She held a folding fan and leaned against the door with her hands crossed over her chest. When Song Jingyi saw the account book on her desk, she could not help but feel a bit dissatisfied, ”I can't get out of the house. It's such a waste of your good time to be cooped up at home all day!”

Dong Ling Wan slapped her account book, and pulled her to sit inside the house. ”Who cares about your mouth, the old marquis kept you in the attic to think about things carefully.”

Song Jingyi snorted as she leaned back in her chair and put her legs on the table. If she did not look carefully, she would have thought that a young master had come to her house, ”What happened to my mouth? What did my family's old man say to you?”

”The Senior Marquis said that your mouth shouldn't have grown any longer. If you dare to open your mouth again, I'll sew it up for you.” Dong Ling Wan reached out two fingers and picked up Song Jingyi's leg from the desk.

”You are willing?”

”Why would I be reluctant?!”

”You can bear it, my grandfather can't!”

The two of them had already served tea, and Dong Ling Wan reached out her hand to stop them, ”Don't give it to her, otherwise, she'll have more strength to fight with me!”

”Alright you little girl, if you can't say anything, then I will just learn about those bad ideas of mine!” Since this place is repulsive, I will leave! ” Song Jingyi took out a letter from her sleeve as her fingers played with the letter while she slowly waved it towards the door. Her actions were extremely ruffian.

When she saw the letter in her hand, Eastern Ling Wan smiled. As she took her hand and pulled her back, she had already instructed someone to prepare more refreshments. Song Jingyi glared at her and snappily said, ”You really should let this old man see how you are now. You have almost praised you to the point that you are a flower. You should be his granddaughter.”

”Nonsense.” She opened the envelope as she spoke to her.

The palace was very strict, so it wouldn't be easy to get in touch with Dong Jiuyu. Fortunately, Song Jingyi's aunt was the empress dowager of the imperial court, and she herself was doted upon by Empress Dowager Song. She could often go out to visit Dong Jiuyu, and if there was anything between the two of them, she would ask Song Jingyi to send a message.