Young master???
Not just Wang Menghan and her servant, but even Lin Qingge and the others had a row of big question marks appearing above their heads.
Yan Tinghao nodded as if it were only natural. "Did you hear? My boss said these hair ornaments were ones you explicitly didn't want. So how can your wife be accused of snatching them?"
"No, Officer Yan, this jewelry shop belongs to you?"
"Yes, my lord. Didn't you know that when you came in?"
After speaking, Yan Tinghao pointed to the plaque at the entrance and explained:
"Isn't the name of this shop clearly written?
My father's name is Yan Xiuping, and my mother's name is Duan Sainan. He took one character from each of their names.
Because they met during misty rain, my father named the shop 'Pingnan Misty Rain'."
...
Caught off guard by this display of affection, Lin Qingge pushed the little fleshy bun in her arms to Yan Tinghao, then wiped away the envious tears that streamed down her cheeks with her numb hands.
You rascal!
It really is a case of comparing people to yourself leading to death!
How come all the good things happen to this simpleton?
He thought the title of Prince of Zhennan was already unattainable, but who knew this simpleton had transformed into the young master of a jewelry shop in the capital.
He has status, and he has money.
What kind of life was so dull that he had to go to Changzhou, a place where birds don't shit, to be a petty constable?
Could it be that this was the legendary situation of not being able to be a constable, so you have to go home to inherit the throne and a fortune?
However, before Lin Qingge could finish her musings, she saw the simpleton, holding Lin Zimo with one hand, grinning at her:
"My lord, when my father brought me here before, he told me that apart from Jubaozhai and Renjitang at the end of the street, all the other shops on this street belong to our Yan family.
But there are too many shops, and I'm not interested in them, so I've only met the shopkeeper of this jewelry store."
!!!
At this moment, Lin Qingge's gaze towards Yan Tinghao was already showing a hint of green light.
Yan Tinghao, who had never been so eagerly looked at by his lord, instinctively took a step back and tentatively said:
"My lord, your subordinate did not intentionally deceive you. If you are unhappy, your subordinate will have those shops return all the money to you later.
If that doesn't work, your subordinate can also compensate you with the money.
Oh, right, my lord, weren't you picking out hair ornaments for your wife?
Shopkeeper, pack up all the hair ornaments here and send them to my lord's mansion. Also, pick out some jade pendants and accessories.
Remember to pick the expensive ones; cheap ones don't suit my lord."
...
Although his mouth twitched fiercely, the shopkeeper still respectfully replied:
"Okay, young master."
Lin Qingge, surprised by the sudden turn of events, stared blankly at the silly deer who had suddenly transformed into a domineering CEO, feeling that the latter could indeed be even more domineering.
Yan Tinghao, feeling a bit uneasy under his lord's increasingly bright gaze, scratched his head with his free hand, only to find that the little child in his arms was staring at him with eyes as bright as his.
"Uncle Yan, are you still planning to get married?"
"Young master, why are you asking this?"
"Uncle Yan, if you don't plan to get married, can Mo'er be your adopted son?
Not a tired soldier like Uncle Lian. After all, with so much family fortune, Uncle Yan, someone has to help you spend it, right?
Of course, it's fine if Uncle Yan gets married. Just leave seven-tenths of the family fortune to Mo'er. Mo'er is not greedy at all!"
Lian Chengyi, who was trying his best to be inconspicuous but was still named: ...
On the other side.
Yan Tinghao, who was flustered by the young master, could only awkwardly change the subject. "My lord, how should these two be dealt with?"
"How to deal with them? Of course, we'll do it the same way!"
Lin Qingge answered casually, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked up at the master and servant duo at the door who were stunned by this dramatic twist. She smiled and introduced:
"Miss Wang, this Officer Yan is not only the young master of this jewelry shop, but he also has another identity, which is the Prince of Zhennan.
Don't be surprised, don't doubt, don't disbelieve.
It has just been certified by Minister of Works, Lord Zhu, so it's authentic.
Miss Wang and your maidservant Dong'er have offended the esteemed Prince of Zhennan. It's not unreasonable for you to accompany me to the yamen, is it?"
"How dare you!
Our young lady is of noble birth, yet you disregard justice and law and want to arrest our young lady in the street and take her back to the yamen.
When our master finds out, he will impeach you before the Emperor, and have you, the Prefect, stripped of your position and sent home as soon as you take office!"
"To be honest, I've tolerated you for a long time, but considering you're a young lady, I haven't bothered with you.
But since you're being uncooperative, don't blame me.
Officer Yan, slap her!"
"My lord, your subordinate..."
"Slap—"
Before Yan Tinghao, who wanted to say that he doesn't hit women, could finish speaking, he heard an incredibly crisp slap.
Following the sound, he saw that his wife had appeared in front of the master and servant duo at some point.
But his wife wasn't hitting the maidservant named Dong'er, but rather Miss Wang, whose words made people's skin crawl!
Wang Menghan, who had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth and was doted on by the entire Wang family, was stunned for a long time.
This time, she even forgot to pretend. With an indignant expression, she covered her burning cheek and questioned incredulously:
"You hit me?!"
"Yes."
After speaking, Leng Ningyue raised her hand and slapped her again.
Seeing this, Lin Qingge hurriedly ran over and with exaggerated concern asked,
"Madam's hands are so delicate. The skin of these servants is thicker than the soles of a thousand-layered shoes. If Madam's hands are harmed, I will be heartbroken!"
Everyone, who suddenly felt a bit of a toothache and overstuffed: ...
"You, you are using the identities of the Prefect and the Prince of Zhennan to commit assault in the street. My, my master will definitely not let you off!"
Glancing at Dong'er, who still couldn't grasp the situation, or rather, had always been accustomed to being arrogant, Leng Ningyue raised her hand and slapped Wang Menghan again, then said coldly:
"Remember to leash the dogs you raise when they go out. Since the dog is uneducated, its owner must be taught a lesson.
Also, you can speak, can't you?
Speak for yourself next time."
...
Wang Menghan bit her lower lip, her face, whether from the slap or from anger, turned from red to purple.
Seeing this, Lin Qingge's lips curved slightly and he said:
"Of course, I'm not unreasonable.
But as the saying goes, the fault of the child lies with the father. Since the Prince of Zhennan's status is so distinguished, it is necessary to inform your father, Lord Wang, about this matter."
When Yan Tinghao heard this, he immediately perked up. "My lord, I can do this! Isn't it just asking Lord Wang to write a leave request? Your subordinate will go to the Wang mansion right away!"
"Thank you, Officer Yan."
Lin Qingge said so, but just to be safe, he asked the relatively reliable Lin Yan to accompany him.
Thus, Prime Minister Feng, who was at home, received another leave request less than half a day later.