Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 172 Xin'er, you are so beautiful

After saying this, Fu Jing turned around and strode towards the palace gate, showing his waist token before entering the palace.

"Miss, how are we supposed to get in without the young master leading us?" Fu Qing's maid asked anxiously as she watched Fu Jing walk away without looking back, while her mistress stood motionless by the carriage with a contorted expression.

Fu Qing slapped her across the face. "What are you yelling for? Don't you think we've embarrassed ourselves enough? Hurry up and help me into the car!"

"Yes, Miss." The maid lowered her head, a burning pain shooting through her face, and a metallic taste filling her mouth. She suppressed her resentment and carefully helped Fu Qing into the carriage.

Back home, Fu Qing recalled Mo Ziyuan's dismissive attitude towards her, and felt a burning anger rising within her. She couldn't suppress her rage. The maid who had just been slapped was terrified. When she accidentally poured tea, a few drops splashed onto Fu Qing's hand. Startled, she immediately knelt down, kowtowing and begging for forgiveness.

However, Fu Qing, who had finally found someone to vent her anger on, was not about to let her off easily. She kicked her to the ground, grabbed a whip full of barbs, and began to lash the maid.

The piercing screams reached the courtyard, and the servants walked with extra caution, afraid of making any noise that might alert the person inside and bring them a beating.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the increasingly faint screams from inside the room finally stopped, followed by Fu Qing's voice: "Someone come here."

The servants looked at each other, then selected four unfortunate souls and cautiously entered the room. Soon, two of them carried out a bloodied and mangled maid, with fresh blood dripping onto the ground as they walked. Everyone closed their eyes in unbearable sorrow, and no one dared to utter a sound.

"Lock that lowly maid in the woodshed, and no one is allowed to interfere with her." Fu Qing's voice came from inside the house again. The two people carrying the little maid turned and walked towards the woodshed.

The room was cleaned up, the windows were opened for ventilation, and incense was lit. The smell of blood was quickly dissipated. Fu Qing sat in the chair with a sullen face, stroking a teacup in her hand, seemingly lost in thought.

Mo Ziyuan arrived at the residence that the Emperor had bestowed upon Lin Xin. Looking at the heavy wooden door, he thought for a moment but did not go over to knock. Instead, he went around to the back door and climbed over the wall.

"Huh? Brother Mo, how did you get in?" Lin Nan was the first to see him, and asked with her mouth wide open.

"I was afraid you wouldn't hear me if I knocked, so I climbed over the wall to get in," Mo Ziyuan said honestly. He looked around and saw that Lin Nan was the only one there, so he asked, "Where's your sister?"

"I'm here." Lin Xin poked her head out of the small kitchen. "You're here!"

“Yes, I’m here,” Mo Ziyuan walked over and saw Lin Xin tidying up the stove while wearing an old garment. After thinking for a moment, he said, “Don’t bother. How can you possibly finish this by yourself? I’ll take you to buy some servants! Besides, your house is too big. I didn’t even dare to knock when I came and just climbed over the wall.”

Lin Xin was amused by him, put down the rag in her hand and said, "Okay, then I'll go after I change my clothes!"

She doesn't like tinkering with these things. Back in the village, there was no other way, and there weren't many people or much space. Now that she has such a big house, she thinks she'll eventually have to go on strike if she has to manage it herself.

"Okay, while you're at it, think about roughly how many people we need to buy."

"We don't need too many! Just three to five people to clean the yard, and one person to cook, that'll be enough," Lin Xin said after thinking for a moment.

Mo Ziyuan ruffled her hair, withdrawing his hand before she could glare at him, and said with a smile, "This isn't enough." Then he counted the number of people for her on his fingers: "First, you need a doorman, otherwise you won't hear anyone knocking. Then there are the people you mentioned who are in charge of sweeping, the kitchen, and laundry, as well as those who serve you and Nannan, and the guards. In total, there will be at least thirty or fifty people." "Huh? So many?" Lin Xin subconsciously didn't want so many people in the house.

"This is nothing. Although I don't know what reward His Majesty will give you, I guess he will definitely elevate your status and probably also bestow a few useful people upon you."

"Are they also going to spy on me?" Thinking of the novels she had read, Lin Xin suddenly felt uneasy and even considered fleeing back to her village.

"What are you thinking about all day long? Why would His Majesty need to monitor you?" Mo Ziyuan gently tapped her forehead.

"Then why did he give me this job when he was perfectly fine?"

"Once the young prince's identity is announced, you will naturally come into the public eye. At that time, you will inevitably have to deal with the women in the capital. The people His Majesty has given you will help you integrate into their lives more quickly, and they can also tell you about some taboos in the capital, so that you don't offend anyone unintentionally."

"Seriously? I have to deal with all those women who are always scheming and have such complicated conversations? Can't they just live their own lives in peace? Maybe I should just go back to the village!" Lin Xin suddenly felt like she had no will to live.

Mo Ziyuan shrugged, precisely seizing her Achilles' heel: "But can you really leave Tao Tao alone in the palace?"

"I..." Lin Xin was speechless. She was indeed worried. Although there were not many people in the new emperor's harem at the moment, new people would gradually move in after the mourning period for the late emperor was over. At that time, the late empress's legitimate son would be a sitting duck.

"Alright, stop thinking about it and hurry up! The sooner you choose someone, the more time you'll have to focus on Tao Tao."

"Fine, you're the local bully anyway, I'll do whatever you say." Lin Xin said despairingly. She felt that the carefree life she longed for was getting further and further away from her, and the culprit for all of this was Mo Ziyuan, who was smiling like a fox in front of her!
"Hmph!" Lin Xin snorted irritably and turned to go inside to change her clothes.

"What's wrong with your sister?" Mo Ziyuan, bewildered by the humming, asked Lin Nan, looking down at her.

"I guess you made her angry," Lin Nan replied, sounding very mature for her age.

"Me? I made her angry?" Mo Ziyuan was completely bewildered. "No!"

Lin Nan shook her head helplessly, "Then I don't know. You'll have to figure that out yourself."

Mo Ziyuan: "..." I don't know why, but I always feel like you're gloating.

Lin Xin took a shower in the space, dried her hair, and changed into a light red dress. Her delicate and charming appearance, like a lotus emerging from the water, left Mo Ziyuan dumbfounded.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here!" Lin Xin rolled her eyes haughtily.

"Let's go, let's go, we're going now," Mo Ziyuan agreed, but his gaze never left her for a moment. "Xin'er, you are so beautiful."

“Hehe…”