After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 821 - 818: Stingy

Mrs. Tang didn’t say, and Su Jin really didn’t know about Xingxing’s background, she couldn’t have guessed even in her dreams.

No wonder Xingxing is so keen on robbery.

It’s not just because she grew up on Qingyun Mountain, influenced by what she heard and saw, but possibly because of inherited bandit traits.

Considering Xingxing’s experiences, if she were Marquis Dongxiang and Mrs. Tang, she would also treat Xingxing as a daughter with affection.

It’s just, why haven’t they recognized Xingxing as their foster daughter?

Mrs. Tang had thought about it, but the maids on Qingyun Mountain are mostly orphans of the Flying Tiger Army, without fathers and mothers.

Marquis Dongxiang treats all brothers equally, and the same goes for their daughters.

They couldn’t recognize Xingxing without recognizing the others, right?

But in terms of cleverness, Xingxing is the best among all the maids, and skilled at learning, which is why she was chosen to be Su Jin’s maid. According to Marquis Dongxiang, Xingxing’s personality is very much like her father’s.

Mrs. Tang hadn’t met Xingxing’s father, but she genuinely liked Xingxing from the bottom of her heart.

Over here, Mrs. Tang and Su Jin chatted about Xingxing.

Over there, Xingxing came over with a bun in her hand, eating as she walked.

Seeing Su Jin looking at her, Xingxing stuffed the entire meat bun into her mouth and ran towards the pavilion.

Not sure if she ate too hastily or ran too fast, she got choked.

She stopped there, constantly pounding her chest.

Su Jin had a speechless expression.

She thought, rather than controlling Xingxing’s courage, they should control Xingxing’s appetite first.

Su Jin always thought Xingxing just had that much appetite.

But after hearing what Mrs. Tang said just now, Su Jin felt Xingxing might have been influenced by Mrs. Tang’s words.

Thinking Mrs. Tang favored her large appetite and considered her lucky, which led her to Qingyun Mountain.

Before meeting Mrs. Tang, Xingxing was wandering around, never knowing when danger might strike, and suddenly having a safe haven made her fear losing it.

That’s why she maintained her large appetite to please Mrs. Tang.

Mrs. Tang, feeling sorry for her, didn’t think much and kept feeding her as long as she could eat, forcibly enlarging her stomach.

After a while, Xingxing ran over and said, "Miss, were you looking for me?"

Mrs. Jiang scolded, "If one can’t find you for a while, you sneak off to the kitchen."

"I was thinking of the meat buns made by Mrs. Li, they taste different from the ones at the Prince Mansion," Xingxing whispered.

Xingxing stood behind Su Jin, and Mrs. Tang admonished Xingxing to always get Su Jin’s consent before doing anything, especially before poisoning or beating someone.

Xingxing repeatedly promised.

After Princess Qi was poisoned and fainted, Xingxing did some deep reflection.

In the middle of the night, she secretly got up and burned paper money, offering a bundle of incense.

After chatting for a while, a maid came to find Mrs. Tang, so she got up and left.

As she was stepping down, Prince NanAn was walking over with a few including Young Master Su behind him.

Young Master Su was eating a sugar figure, still holding another one in his hand.

Upon seeing Mrs. Tang, he casually asked, "Mom, do you want a sugar figure?"

"How many have you eaten?" Mrs. Tang asked.

"Two sticks," Young Master Su replied.

"Then let mom give you face and eat one stick," Mrs. Tang casually took it.

"...."

Seeing Mrs. Tang walk away with the sugar figure, Young Master Su was dumbfounded.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince nearly laughed their shoulders dislocated.

Seeing Young Master Su’s gaze flit across the sugar figures in their hands.

Young Master Shen and the Ninth Prince licked theirs in unison.

Young Master Su was infuriated.

Yet the two still had the audacity to ask, "Do you want to eat?"

Young Master Su’s little temper flared, he reached out and took the sugar figures from both of them.

He licked the very bottom of the sugar figures.

Young Master Su looked at them and cheekily asked, "Do you guys still want to eat?"

The Ninth Prince, "...."

Young Master Shen, "...."

And then—

The three of them started fighting.

Su Jin sat in the pavilion, watching in exasperation as black lines of frustration seemed to drop from her forehead.

They said fight, and before she could react, they were already rolling on the ground.

Prince NanAn was already used to it.

If those three didn’t fight twice a day, that would be abnormal.

Having hung around Young Master Su, the proper Ninth Prince and Young Master Shen had also become quite a handful.

The Ninth Prince was understandable, his mother died early, and the Emperor didn’t care about him, so there was no one to keep him in line.

Poor Madam Shen, who had painstakingly trained her son to be obedient, found him hard to control after staying at the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion for too long.

Yet Marquis Jibei and the Old Madam thought their grandson was doing just fine, leaving Madam Shen anxious with no solution.

Su Jin, worried, got up to break up the fight.

Prince NanAn had just sat down and looked at Su Jin, saying, "Big sister-in-law, are you leaving?"

Su Jin’s mouth twitched.

"I’m breaking up the fight," Su Jin said.

"Isn’t it the rule of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion not to break up fights?" Prince NanAn asked.

No maid moved, and Xingxing watched with great interest.

Su Jin remembered this was indeed the case, and silently sat back down.

She looked at Prince NanAn and said, "You came to see me for something?"

Prince NanAn rubbed the back of his head and said, "My head still feels a bit dizzy, am I not fully recovered?"

Su Jin checked Prince NanAn’s pulse, frowned, and said, "I told you to rest quietly for half a month, why didn’t you listen?"

Prince NanAn, bewildered by the reprimand, said, "I did listen."

Seeing still-present bruises on Prince NanAn’s face, Su Jin said with exasperation, "I guess you were resting quietly on the training ground."

Prince NanAn, "...."

He only resumed training after his headache subsided.

Who would have thought that his headache would flare up again these past few days.

Knowing he had an injury at the back of his head, no one touched his head during training.

As a doctor, the most frustrating thing is patients who don’t follow medical advice. Su Jin knew Prince NanAn’s temperament and advised him to rest for at least half a month, really meaning at least.

Normally, one would need a month’s rest.

But he went ahead and shortened it by a few days.

The clotted blood in his head hadn’t fully dissipated. Su Jin scolded Prince NanAn several times, and he didn’t dare to retort.

Once Su Jin finished scolding, she noticed Young Master Su and his friends standing behind her at some unknown point.

They were seriously listening to her reprimand of Prince NanAn.

Su Jin, "..."

Su Jin’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

The fight was sudden, but the reconciliation was even quicker.

Prince NanAn didn’t interrupt their conversation and quickly got up to say goodbye.

Of course, Prince NanAn wouldn’t admit he was afraid Su Jin would turn around and continue scolding him.

If it were someone else, Prince NanAn would have left long ago.

But Su Jin, he dared not.

By the time Su Jin reacted, Prince NanAn was long gone.

Su Jin rubbed her temples.

Walking so fast, did he even listen to what she said?

Worried that Prince NanAn would forget her advice, Su Jin sent a servant to deliver a message to Prince NanAn Mansion.

When Prince NanAn wandered back to the mansion, he was met with a scolding from Prince NanAn and Princess Consort NanAn that made him question life.

Su Jin told the servant to tell Princess Consort NanAn to make sure Prince NanAn rested for a few days, or he would suffer long-term consequences. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

This really scared Princess Consort NanAn. She wasn’t sure how many days constituted "a few," so she ordered Prince NanAn to stay inside the mansion for the next ten days and not go anywhere.

Prince NanAn was overwhelmed.

He didn’t expect Su Jin to have such a trick up her sleeve. Staying in the mansion for ten days with a bland diet felt like suffocation to him.

Prince NanAn said he wasn’t that seriously ill.

Unfortunately, neither Prince NanAn nor Princess Consort NanAn believed him.

If it weren’t serious, why would the Princess Consort Zhenbei and others send a message to tell them?

"Father, Mother, do you trust me or her?" Prince NanAn asked gloomily.

"We trust her!"

Prince NanAn, "..."

Su Jin only returned to Prince Zhenbei Mansion after dining at Marquis Mansion.

Marquis Dongxiang returned from the palace, beaming with joy. Mrs. Tang observed and said, "It seems the Military Equipment Supervisor is as good as yours now?"

"Not quite in my pocket yet, but almost," Marquis Dongxiang replied as he sat down.

Mrs. Tang seemed a bit puzzled.

Marquis Dongxiang said, "The Emperor didn’t agree to let me also take on the Military Equipment Supervisor role, so I had to recommend Prince NanAn instead."

Su Jin’s mouth twitched.

Prince NanAn was clearly on her father’s side. What was the point of the Emperor taking such a circuitous route?

But Su Jin was still too naïve. Mrs. Tang heard this and laughed, "This is good too. If a General also takes on the Military Equipment Supervisor role, people might say he’s abusing his power for personal gain. With Prince NanAn in front, there’ll be fewer eyes watching you."

Indeed.

Prince NanAn was in the midst of scolding his son.

When suddenly, a massive windfall dropped from the sky, leaving him stunned.

The Military Equipment Supervisor is not only a lucrative post but also one with real power.

Which General wouldn’t treat the Military Equipment Supervisor with respect?

Duke Chong, to protect Prince Qi and Princess Duanhui, had no choice but to hand over the Military Equipment Supervisor.

Marquis Dongxiang accepted it without hesitation.

At present, Duke Chong realized what had happened, so enraged that he could taste blood in his mouth.

Giving up the Military Equipment Supervisor was out of necessity, but it was a decision made after weighing the pros and cons.

The Deputy Supervisor is also his man.

Now that the head position was gone, the Deputy Supervisor could step up, ensuring Princess Duanhui’s safety and keeping control of the Military Equipment Supervisor intact.

But man proposes, and God disposes. Before such an important matter could be discussed at the court meeting, Marquis Dongxiang had already acted.

So swiftly, as if he had been eyeing this piece of meat for a long time, and when Duke Chong had just turned, he snatched it away.

Duke Chong was extremely angry and had to find a way to win over the court officials to protect Princess Duanhui’s life.

Duke Chong was discussing the matter with a few officials in the study.

Without the court as a venue, it was difficult to act freely.

Princess Duanhui’s matter was of great significance, and if they couldn’t protect her, this fire would eventually burn him.

Involving all of his confidants, none could take it lightly.

While they were discussing, a servant knocked on the door and said, "Duke, the Left Minister says he’s not feeling well and can’t make it."

Duke Chong was a bit displeased.

One official said, "He seemed perfectly fine during the morning court. How did he suddenly feel unwell? I think he just doesn’t want to help Princess Duanhui."

"I heard that a few days ago, Marquis Dongxiang gifted the Left Minister an authentic painting. The Left Minister is quite fond of it, hanging it in his study and gazing at it for half a day," another official said.

"Marquis Dongxiang is usually stingy, always taking and never giving. Would he really gift an authentic painting to the Left Minister?" the official was surprised.

"To win over the Left Minister, how could he not be generous?"

Indeed.

This news came from the servants of the Left Minister’s Mansion.

After all, being the first official to be wooed with an authentic painting by Marquis Dongxiang was a boast-worthy experience.

The servants of the Left Minister’s Mansion walked with a swagger.

However, the servants only saw the Left Minister often staring at the painting on the wall, not knowing that the expression on the Left Minister’s face was one of gritted teeth and frustration.

In exchange for a priceless authentic painting, what he got was a piece of junk that couldn’t be thrown away, burned, or gifted.

The Left Minister was so angry that every organ in his body ached.