After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 875 - 871: Moving House

A stack of seven or eight thick account books, along with a large bunch of keys, lay in front of Su Jin.

Su Jin’s head buzzed with the clatter of keys.

She was the least patient with account books.

Flipping through them, she asked, "Why are there so many account books?"

She looked at Xie Jingchen.

Xie Jingchen was pouring himself tea, "This is already considered few."

"This is few?" Su Jin grimaced.

"These are probably just account books from the past few months," Xie Jingchen said.

"What about the earlier ones?" Su Jin asked.

"If there were any problematic account books, Princess Nanzhang wouldn’t have left them for you to check."

"..."

Su Jin suddenly felt that she had just asked a pointless question.

However, Princess Nanzhang was already at the end of her rope, reflecting in the Buddhist Hall.

Once Prince Qi’s rebellion and the Empress Dowager’s downfall happened, she would no longer have the chance to stir trouble.

Having managed the household for so many years, it was unlikely she’d relinquish her benefits easily, especially since the accounts were already destroyed, making investigations difficult.

Su Jin flipped through these account books and found no issues.

If there were issues, they wouldn’t be handed over so easily.

No issues meant she could skip further review.

Each account book managed a different area, like the main kitchen, gardens, or comings and goings...

Su Jin’s eyes flickered; she picked two account books, grabbed a few keys, and said, "I’m going to pay respects to Mother Consort."

Xie Jingchen, "..."

Without waiting for Xie Jingchen to speak, Su Jin was already up with the account books and walked out.

When she reached the beaded curtain, she handed the account books and keys to Xingxing.

Since the Princess Consort was pregnant and couldn’t be exerted, Mrs. Wang, who was now spry in her old age, had taken charge of the embroidery room efficiently.

Su Jin thought, with Mrs. Wang’s ability, managing the garden and reception shouldn’t be a problem.

If Mrs. Wang liked managing the main kitchen, swapping the garden for it could also work.

Mrs. Wang, "..."

Looking at the account books and keys Xingxing handed over.

Mrs. Wang was amused and exasperated.

She had managed dozens of years of accounts for the fake Old Madam, and after Princess Nanzhang married in, the fake Old Madam had handed over the household authority to her.

Mrs. Wang only managed Qihao Hall.

Unexpectedly, in her later years, her authority had grown even more.

Since Su Jin was the one directing Mrs. Wang, the Princess Consort tried to decline on her behalf, but Su Jin praised Mrs. Wang so much that she couldn’t refuse the account books.

Yet if Mrs. Wang accepted, it was as if the Princess Consort accepted.

Things Mrs. Wang could handle, she would handle herself; what she couldn’t, the Princess Consort would decide.

Moreover, since the Princess Consort was pregnant and couldn’t manage the house, Mrs. Wang had to toil hard.

Once the child was born and there was free time, how could she avoid looking at the account books?

Having handed over the accounts, fearing the Princess Consort and Mrs. Wang might change their minds, Su Jin swiftly took her leave.

Watching Su Jin leave with Xingxing, Mrs. Wang, holding the account books, was amused and exasperated, "The Heir’s wife really seems to dislike managing the house."

The Princess Consort shook her head, resigned.

Mrs. Wang put down the account books and laughed, "You can’t blame the Heir’s wife for not wanting to manage the house. The backyard matters are tedious, and the Heir’s wife is young, having been raised indulgently by the Marquis Dongxiang and his wife, skilled in medicine and wealth-making, others fight tooth and nail for what she finds a bother. It’s inevitable that the Princess Consort has to worry more."

The Princess Consort looked at Mrs. Wang, "I’m lucky to have you help me, or I’d be in complete disarray."

Having shirked half of the household authority, Su Jin felt much more at ease.

For the remaining half, Su Jin targeted Xingxing, "You’ll need to learn to manage the house in the future."

Xingxing, "..."

"I don’t know how to manage a house," Xingxing said.

"How about giving the other half of the account books to Mrs. Wang too?"

"..."

Su Jin felt her face twitching uncontrollably.

She thought offloading half was already tough enough.

She didn’t expect this maid to want to offload everything.

Back at Agarwood Pavilion, Su Jin continued reviewing the account books.

Although there were no issues with the accounts, understanding them gave her a 70-80% grasp of what she had to manage.

Stewards in various places were anxiously waiting for Su Jin’s instructions, having been under Princess Nanzhang before.

But they waited and waited.

One batch had no movement, and another was summoned by Mrs. Wang.

By the next afternoon, Su Jin gathered the other half of the housekeeper mothers at Agarwood Pavilion.

Su Jin didn’t say much, just asserted, "I’ve been married into Prince Zhenbei Mansion for half a year now, and you all know my temperament, I mean what I say."

"I won’t concern myself with how you managed things before, nor will I pursue any errors."

"But from now on, I’ll be watching everything you do. Anyone who dares to undermine me, I won’t spare."

The stewards were so frightened they knelt, pledging loyalty.

They used to follow Princess Nanzhang, but they had observed how Princess Nanzhang dug her own grave step by step.

If even Princess Nanzhang couldn’t rival the Heir’s wife, how could they dare disobey her?

The Heir’s wife wasn’t pursuing past issues; it was giving them a chance to redeem themselves, allowing their performance to determine if they’d be replaced.

This was the time to switch allegiance, lest they be punished or sold off.

The housekeeper mothers knelt, eager to pull out their hearts to show Su Jin.

Su Jin didn’t have much else to say; for now, everything would continue as usual, and any issues could be brought to her attention.

After sending off the housekeeper mothers, Su Jin stretched and cracked her neck.

Since marrying into Prince Zhenbei Mansion, Su Jin had asserted her authority step by step, never targeting lowly figures, supported by a strong backing, which made managing the house smoothly.

Apart from spending half an hour daily reviewing accounts and Bi Zhu running to the backyard seven or eight times daily, not much else had changed.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

Princess Nanzhang had to move out of the Peony Garden, and the Prince had given her a place not far from Peony Garden, the Peony Garden.

Of course, before moving into Peony Garden, Princess Nanzhang had to spend half a year reflecting in the Buddhist Hall.

These past two days, maids and older housemaids busily moved between Peony Garden and Peony Garden.

Most of Peony Garden had been moved, leaving only Princess Nanzhang’s room untouched.

The items in Princess Nanzhang’s room were especially valuable, thus the maids handled them with utmost care.

In the evening, Xingxing specifically went to check Peony Garden, reporting back to Su Jin, "Only the curio cabinet and desk remain to be moved."

"Everything can be moved by tomorrow morning."

Su Jin didn’t pay much mind to this.

Since the move was underway, she wasn’t worried about Princess Nanzhang leaving things behind.

As night deepened, Su Jin lay idly on a small couch reading a book.

Xie Jingchen remarked on the fine night, taking Su Jin to the rooftop.

Gazing at the sparse stars in the night sky, Su Jin’s mouth twitched, "You don’t mean to have me count stars, do you?"

Xie Jingchen, "..."

He sat down, "Just wait, the night will become beautiful."

Su Jin cast a skeptical glance at Xie Jingchen and, not wanting to waste the night, asked Xingxing to grill two fish.

Just as Xingxing got the fire going—

The sound of water being fetched from Peony Garden reached them.