Helianye smiled very gently, "That's okay, come on, I'll explain it to you."
As he spoke, he pointed to the line of words on the paper and "explained" in a beautiful tone, "These words mean that you will be a maid in Prince Jing's Mansion in the future, and you will be paid five taels of silver per month, with all food and accommodation included."
Jiang Yuyu looked at the piece of paper with a sincere face that clearly said a life-long contract of renouncement without paying a penny, and smiled innocently, "That's a lot of money."
"If you agree, just press your fingerprints." Helianye didn't believe that she was illiterate, so he waited with interest to see how she would end up.[
"Okay!" Jiang Yuyu agreed with excitement, put his hand on the ink cartridge, and then happily pressed his whole hand on the newly written deed of sale.
pia! There was an ink palm print on the paper, almost completely covering up the contents of the deed of sale.
Before anyone else could speak, she suddenly sighed in annoyance, "Oh, I pressed the wrong button!"
Then he put his hand on the ink cartridge and picked it up again. This time, he slapped He Lianye firmly on the arm.
"It's okay this time!" She smiled happily that she was done.
Of course, this smile is still dull.
"You, what are you doing!" He Yan was so shocked that his face turned green.
"Make a mark! Otherwise, what if I can't remember which prince is and think I'm working in another prince's palace?"
"You... can you admit this?" Nonsense! Their prince's charming appearance is deeply imprinted in his heart at a glance. How could he not be able to remember it!
He Yan said with a fierce face, "Tell me, why can you admit your mistake!" It was likely that if she couldn't explain the reason, he would give her a slap in the face.
As an "honest" child who "doesn't respond quickly", Jiang Yuyu seemed to be stopped by his question. She frowned and thought for a long time before raising her face in a daze, "Because I am honest."
"..." A burst of anger was trapped in his chest, and his emotions were so suppressed that He Yan wished he could beat his chest and cry loudly.
It's so weird. Why do I end up feeling like I'm about to choke to death every time I talk to this silly girl?
For the sake of his own temperament, He Yan decided to ignore Jiang Yuyu for the time being, but when he turned to look at his master, the corners of his mouth began to twitch again.
Calm down, calm down, and think on the bright side, at least Jiang Yuyu's black slap mark was pressed on the prince's sleeve, and she did not take the opportunity to touch the prince's face.
Seeing clearly the look of relief in his eyes, Jiang Yuyu calmly began to wash her hands.
Tsk, she wouldn't take the opportunity to touch his face. What's so great about a handsome man? She wouldn't want to touch anyone except her husband.
What is more regrettable is that she does not have a husband yet.
If you really stay in ancient times and cannot go back, the love problem may be difficult to solve...[
These men are used to having three wives and four concubines, so it must be very difficult to find a man who is willing to promise to hold his son's hand and grow old together with him.
There was a lot of ink on her hands, so she calmly and carefully washed her hands while thinking about this issue.
But such a scene made Uncle He find an excuse and leave immediately.
He is old and cannot be stimulated all the time...
He Yan was sad and angry again, and he was not allowed to maintain his temperament!
In contrast, Helian Ye was much calmer, with that intoxicating elegant smile still on his lips, he slowly reminded her, "Miss Ninth, this is my tea cup."
Jiang Yuyu looked down at the tea cup that he was washing his hands with, then raised his head blankly, "I didn't snatch it from you."