On October 20th, the weather was sunny and cloudless.
Early in the morning, almost all the media in the imperial capital were reporting on one thing, which was the birthday of the little princess of the Li family.
The Li family invited almost all the rich and powerful families in the imperial capital's upper class to attend this time. In the past, at the birthday banquets of Li Li almost all the attendees were all children of the same age as Li Li.
Now that Li Yunjin knew the whole story from Xiao Cui's mouth, she understood what Murong Yun meant by asking.
She was taught by Imperial Censor Li since she was a child. Before she got married, she was in charge of the accounting department at home. Now that she has accepted work in such a large princess mansion, she is not in a hurry. She pondered for a while before answering.
"About 50,000 stones of food and fodder. Princess, although you are not short of money, you cannot purchase grain in a short period of time, which will easily cause the price of grain to rise on the market. At that time, the lives of ordinary people will be difficult."
To Cure or Not to Cure?
Jiang Ning thought about it, and a hint of coldness flashed across her eyes.
Because there was a layer of rough curtain, Zhuang Wei didn't see the faint coldness on her face, and couldn't help but clenched his fists nervously.
The Imperial Capital, the Fu family in the east of the city.
The Fu family is a wealthy and powerful family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Their ancestors have produced talents in large numbers, and as a result, they have accumulated wealth and power and become increasingly prosperous.
From the development of several generations to now, they have become a master who straddles the black-and-white paths and no one dares to mess with them. No matter which path they are in, their status is at the top.
He thought that A'yun's previous thoughts were based on the thought that something would happen to Hua Yan, his nominal father. After all, she was raised in a noble family, so how could she really endure hardship?
Even if she did sneak out, there would be no royal chef to prepare meals for her outside, so she might not be able to survive a full meal.
Unfortunately, the current Murong Yun is no longer the original owner. She nodded obediently to the Emperor: "Thank you, Uncle. Then A'yun will go back home first."
Marquis Mansion.
Jiang Ning tossed and turned and stayed up all night, wondering what Jiang Mengyue wanted to do.
In the morning, Jiang Ning called over the grandmother who had sent Jiang Mengyue to the Villa.
The grandma walked in and said, "Miss."
There are always the weirdest people these days, especially in a place like the Imperial Capital, where there are all kinds of birds in this big forest.
Even though they were having a meal, they met Ning Muzhang, which in vain disturbed the interest of several people. When they came out of the restaurant, it was completely dark, it was half past eight.
The food in the restaurant was exquisite, but Su Jingjing was not full. A place like that was all about experience and service, and no one would care whether she was full or not.
