The weather in June is already a bit sultry, but the capital city of Beichen is as prosperous as ever.
A carriage passed through the street and stopped in front of the General's Mansion. Yuan Jiahe got off the carriage, holding a round fan to block the bright sun above his head, and then quickly entered the General's Mansion.
The servants of the General's Mansion have long been accustomed to seeing her. In the past year, Princess Jiahe would come to the General's Mansion whenever she had free time.
A year ago, the identity of Xiao Chengyi, the eldest son of the general's palace, was exposed. He assassinated General Mu and injured Princess Huihe. He was later executed by the prince, and the matter was settled.
Fortunately, because the Mu family was also a victim, His Majesty did not hold the Mu family accountable, but instead took it more seriously than usual.
It can be said that the Mu family is now the most powerful in the capital, and General Mu returned to the south shortly after he woke up from his injury.
After the accident in the Mu family, the old lady fell ill and passed away not long afterward. The second master of the Mu family, Mu Zongping, and his wife, Li, also divorced.
Mrs. Li returned to her hometown in Pingyang. Mu Xingze, who was deeply implicated in the case of deposing the crown prince, could no longer enter an official career and chose to go out to do business.
Because Mu Rufeng's adopted son Shen Rui is not yet young enough to run the family, the person in charge of the Mu family now is Mu Yun'an, the princess of Huihe.
Yuan Jiahe arrived at Shuiyun Residence with ease. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere here.
And the woman's soft laughter came from the room: "You are also an old man of our Mu family. Why do you think that a woman like this princess is easy to tease? Or do you think that there is no man in the Mu family who is in charge, and I can't achieve anything?
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"Princess, have mercy on me. I realize that I was wrong. I was obsessed with money for a while. Please forgive me, Princess."
In the room, a middle-aged man was kneeling on the ground, banging his head and begging for mercy.
There was a young woman sitting on the chair opposite him. She was wearing a crimson dress and was waving a round fan in her hand, looking nonchalant.
The man kneeling in front of her had blood dripping from his forehead, but she remained unmoved. She only said softly: "This princess hates disloyal people the most in her life. Come on, pull him down.
If you don't deal with it properly and let everyone in the house come over and take a look, this is the result of betraying the master."
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The guard waiting outside the door got the order and dragged the man out.
Yuan Jiahe stood in the yard and looked at the man who was dragged out. She asked the maid waiting outside with some curiosity: "What has this man committed?"
The maid whispered: "He is the accountant of our house. He was secretly making false accounts to collect money and deceive the princess, and he was found out by the princess."
Yuan Jiahe felt a little sad when he heard this. Ever since Xiao Chengyi's accident, the power of running the family has fallen on Mu Yun'an. Mu Yun'an has to personally handle everything in Nuo Da's mansion.
And it is inevitable that some people in the house think that Mu Yun'an is a girl who is easy to bully and fool, so they do some tricks behind her back, but it is difficult for her to detect these moths.
Yuan Jiahe took a deep breath and walked in. He saw Mu Yun pacifying his forehead and closing his eyes, looking a little tired. There was a stack of account books on the table next to her.
When Yuli saw her, she bowed her knees and said to Mu Yun'an: "Miss, Princess Jiahe is here."
Mu Yun'an opened his eyes and saw her, with a faint smile on his face and asked: "Why are you here? Come and sit here."
Yuan Jiahe walked over with a smile and said: "The princess is so majestic. I don't know how many people in the capital have been deceived by your appearance of a willow tree and your frail appearance."