Chapter 117

Saying that, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

There was fire in the man's eyes, but it quickly disappeared and disappeared. After looking at her for a long time, he let go.

Meng Chuyang hurriedly got up from his arms and handed the account book to Marquis Jing'an, "Father, this is the account book that I think is problematic. There is an expense here, and it has been flowing out like water since my mother became the head of the family. The silver is for some relative."

"Chuyang is a little puzzled. What kind of relatives need year-by-year support, month-to-month support, and extra support from time to time. Before and after, more than 3000 taels of gold were spent, which is more than the Houfu's own expenses..."

"Meng Chuyang!" Seeing the account core, Qian panicked and denied it flatly, "How dare you fool your father with fake accounts?!"

"Whether it's true or not, father will know at a glance."

Meng Chuyang stretched out his hand and pulled Bei Mingxue to him, "Besides, I still have witnesses. Although he can't speak, he can still write without any problem."

Qian could not wait to rush forward and strangle the little mute to death on the spot.

But Meng Chuyang stood in front, and she knew she was no match. In the end, she had to look at Marquis Jing'an, "Master Marquis, I saw her taking the account book to Wutong Garden with my own eyes last night. This must be a fake! Our family's The account book is not just a few shabby pages, it has a gold-inlaid cover!"

"How does mother know that what I brought over is just the cover, and it was originally for you to see?"

Hearing this, Meng Chuyang exposed her unceremoniously, "If I don't take off the cover of the account book and send it to Wutong Garden, I'm afraid that not only Wutong Garden but also the accounting room will be burned last night."

Qian's face turned pale when she heard this, and she stared at Meng Chuyang as if she had seen a ghost. It was hard to imagine that she had seen through their plan so early, and felt a chill down her spine for a moment.

The Marquis of Jing'an also felt something was wrong when he heard it, and he couldn't help but think that it was the Qian family who scared the snake, which saved Meng Chuyang from disaster, so he couldn't help but gouged out Qian's eyes.

Qian's whole body was stiff and she opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't.

In full view of everyone, the account book was already in the hands of Marquis Jing'an. No matter what she did, she would always stick to what Meng Chuyang said.

Looking at her like that, Jing'anhou couldn't help feeling a little bit sad, "Since you married into the Houfu, this is the first time this Marquis has seen you like this."

The sarcasm in this statement is understandable to everyone.

Qian was born in the Princess's mansion, and she looked down on the Marquis of Jing'an. If it hadn't been for the late emperor's imperial decree, she would never have married him.But in the years since she was married, she had the support of the eldest princess, so she naturally rode on the head of Marquis Jing'an.

It wasn't until the eldest princess fell into the ground that she calmed down a bit.

The Marquis of Jing'an had been holding his breath all these years, seeing her like this could not help but give birth to a sense of revenge.

But this pleasure of revenge soon turned into a monstrous anger!

Because he found that the problems in the account were exactly the same as what Meng Chuyang said, and the amount of money to help relatives over the years almost exceeded the cost of the entire Hou Mansion!
"Where did this money go!"

Marquis Jing'an pointed at the ledger, and when he turned to look at Qian, he was already furious.

The family background of the Hou Mansion is not well-off.

Marquis Jing'an's father had made military achievements from scratch. After he became an official in the capital, he only received a salary from the court.Although I later opened a few shops, my family had a big business and I had to take care of not only my own home, but also the second and third bedrooms.

In the generation of the Marquis of Jing'an, even the salary is not much.

If it wasn't for the fear of losing the title, he wouldn't have taken the risk with the third prince, but who would have thought that Qian's was so squandering with his salary!
(End of this chapter)

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