Chapter 2126 Willingly (32)
Standing outside, you can feel the invisible cold air drilling into the cotton-padded clothes.
It was chilly, piercing straight to the bone.
Frozen to the heart.
After the young master was full, the housekeeper began to report to him about the situation in the mansion.
Including the number of servants in the mansion, the accounts of the accounting house, and the fields and shops involved in the name of the general's mansion.
These are supposed to be handed over to the male master of the mansion.
He lost his temper earlier, so he never had time.
Now that I am in a better mood, I started to try to take over.
Although, I didn’t understand anything at first.
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The young master was sitting in the study, flipping through the ledger sent by the housekeeper.
Turning over, looking outside from time to time.
Although he didn't say anything, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was waiting for her.
Waiting for her to come back.
The butler saw it and said, "Young master, the general should be back soon, don't worry."
"The old slave has already sent someone to guard the door. If the general returns, he will notify you as soon as possible."
The little prince sat on the chair at the desk, his face blushed when he heard the words, he didn't expect his thoughts to be discovered.
Subconsciously, he didn't even think about it, he argued, a little fierce.
"Who... who said that I am worried about her, so I am not worried about her!"
"She...she comes back whenever she likes, I...I don't care!"
Really still looks like a child, it's really awkward to be awkward.
The fierce face was serious, with a deliberate indifference.
Think others can't see it.
The butler listened, laughing inwardly.
See through but not tell.
"Yes, son."
What the master says is what it is.
The young master snorted ferociously, and casually flipped through the ledger.
Turning to the front, I just glanced at it casually.
Then, suddenly stopped.
"she…"
He looked at this page, pursed his lips slightly, and turned it again.
Turned over dozens of pages.
The housekeeper stood at the desk, watched and explained.
"My son, this is the betrothal gift prepared by the general before you and the general got married. It was all counted and sent to the prime minister's mansion."
"But after you got married, the Prime Minister put these dowry gifts in your dowry and returned together, so these shops and mansions are all listed under your name."
"..."
With so many, is she trying to turn herself into a pauper?
The young master closed the ledger and threw it back.
Fierce.
"I don't want it, I will return it."
The butler was taken aback, "My lord, these are all your dowry, why... return them?"
The little boy raised his chin, "Give it to her, I don't want it."
"This..." The steward showed hesitation, "My lord, a man's dowry cannot be moved easily."
"If you are wronged in the future, these dowries can also help you..."
"Are you cursing me?"
The little boy suddenly turned cold, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.
"You mean, she will betray her heart?"
When the butler heard this, he immediately denied it: "No, no, young master, this old slave didn't mean that. This old slave definitely didn't mean to curse young master."
"The old slave was just—just—"
"My lord, you should understand the painstaking efforts of the prime minister. If your lord knows that you gave all the dowry to the general, I'm afraid-"
"Hmph, I don't care what she thinks."
The little boy is spoiled and overbearing, and he does everything he wants.
Just do what you want, and never care about others.
He picked up another thick ledger, which recorded his dowry.
(end of this chapter)