On our wedding night, my wife acted strangely.

Old Chen was startled.

He had worked in the Prince's mansion for most of his life, always as an ordinary accountant.

Although the craftsmanship is excellent, it's still lacking in terms of official status.

Now, with just one word from the prince, he has directly appointed him as the chief accountant. What a great trust and favor this is!

Accountant Chen turned around and looked at Lin An: "Steward, is that really what the Prince said?"

Without a word, Lin An pulled a large bunch of brass keys from his sleeve and handed them to him: "These are all the keys to the inner treasury and the accounting office. The Prince said, 'Trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust.' From now on, the accounting office will be your responsibility."

Accountant Chen stretched out his hands, trembling as he took it, tears streaming down his face. Finally, he let out a howl, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily in the direction of Lin Yi's study.

"This old man is deeply grateful for Your Highness's life-saving grace!"

After speaking, he stood up, turned to look at the accountants, and his eyes sharpened: "What are you all standing there for? Bring the abacus over, and move all the account books to my desk! No one is allowed to sleep tonight; you must sort out the accounts!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two young men quickly ran to move the account books.

Accountant Chen sat behind his desk, picked up his sandalwood abacus, and gently flicked his fingers.

"Take out 500,000 taels of this money first, and set up a separate account book under the name 'Special Funds for the Shenji Battalion's Military Pay. The remaining 2,850,000 taels will be divided into five portions, and deposited into the Imperial Treasury in batches under the names of shop profits, estate harvests, and tributes from other regions..."

......

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window into the study.

Lin Yi, dressed in loose casual clothes, leaned back in a grand chair, flipping through a history book in his hand.

The study was quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages turning.

Mimi moved a small round stool and sat next to him. Her light green dress had a wide neckline, and if Lin Yi lowered his head slightly, he could see a glimpse of her snowy breasts, which was truly beautiful.

At this moment, Mi Mi is holding a white jade plate with more than a dozen lychees in it.

These are no ordinary lychees; they are tributes sent to the capital from Sichuan via express courier.

The previous batch was intercepted by Lin Yi, but the officials in Shu (Sichuan) didn't know what was going on and were still sending them away.

To be honest, Lin Yi doesn't like this kind of achievement that's presented as a gift from afar; it's like carving flowers on dung, completely unnecessary.

But with the war still raging, he didn't intend to get involved. Besides, according to the "broken window fallacy," it was a good thing, at least the person who delivered the lychees was happy because he made money.

Mimi's hands were incredibly slender and fair, unlike those of someone who did rough work. She peeled the lychee, held the flesh to Lin Yi's lips, and said sweetly, "Your Highness, would you like another one?"

Lin Yi, without taking his eyes off the book, opened his mouth and ate the lychee.

He chewed twice, his brows furrowing slightly.

It is too sweet.

To ensure the best taste, these Sichuan lychees are cut off along with the branches during transportation and then chilled with ice.

The fruit is extremely sweet; one is fine, but eating too many will make you feel nauseous.

Moreover, Lin Yi, having lived two lives, was not particularly fond of such sweet and cloying fruits. In comparison, he preferred to drink some strong liquor or eat some flavorful meat.

Speaking of strong liquor, I wonder how Lao Pei's research is going. I'll have to check it out when I have time.

Seeing that Lin Yi had finished chewing, Mimi quickly caught the pit he spat out with her hand, then peeled another one and handed it to him: "Your Highness, is it delicious?"

Lin Yi waved his hand and turned his head away: "Alright, stop peeling them. These things are sickeningly sweet. Two are enough."

Mimi nodded obediently. In fact, she knew that the prince did not like sweets, but as his personal maid, she had to do something.

Surely you can't serve the emperor during the day, right? That would be too disrespectful.

Lin Yi put down the book and glanced at the remaining lychees on the plate: "Take these out and share them with Yifei and Shuying. Don't you girls like sweet things like this?"

"This servant thanks Your Highness for your generous gift." Mimi smiled happily.

"Wait a minute." Lin Yi suddenly called out to her again, "Don't eat them all. Pick a few that look good and send them to the Princess."

"Yes, I understand."

Mimi obediently agreed, picked up the plate, and turned to walk out.

Just then, Nangong Min came over as I walked to the door of the study.

She wore a light purple dress today, with a simple jade hairpin in her hair.

Although she was born a princess, she always maintained a dignified and low-key demeanor in the palace and never put on airs. When she saw Mi Mi bringing out a plate of lychees, Nangong Min nodded slightly.

Mimi quickly stepped aside and curtsied: "This servant greets Your Highness. His Highness just instructed me to send you some lychees to try."

Nangong Min smiled faintly: "I don't like sweets, you can take them and share them."

"Yes," Mimi replied, thinking to herself, "The princess is indeed the princess. She clearly liked sweets when she first entered the manor, but after she found out that the prince didn't like sweets anymore, she stopped liking them too."

Nangong Min entered the study, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Lin Yi just robbed her father of three million taels of military funds yesterday, but she couldn't say anything about it.

Because she is now Lin Yi's wife, she must abide by the rule that the husband is the head of the household.

But at the same time, she is also the daughter of the Nangong family, blood is thicker than water, and more importantly, her mother, Consort Yang Siyu, is still suffering in the palace.

Nangong Min walked to the desk, picked up the ink stick, and silently began to grind ink in the inkstone.

Several times he opened his mouth as if to speak, but swallowed the words back down.

She didn't know how to bring it up, afraid of angering Lin Yi, and even more afraid that Lin Yi would think she was loyal to one side but not to the other.

Little did she know, Lin Yi had already seen through her subtle actions.

When Min'er usually enters the study, she either brings him tea or reports on expenses; she is always decisive and efficient. But today, she stands to the side, slowly grinding ink, looking preoccupied and hesitant to speak.

Lin Yi closed the military treatise, tossed it onto the table, and looked at her: "What's wrong? You're so distracted even while grinding ink. Speak your mind directly; why are you stammering in front of me?"

Nangong Min paused, put down the ink stick, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and then met Lin Yi's gaze, her eyes showing some evasion and grievance.

"My lord... I just... miss my mother a little."

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, then touched his nose.

So she was subtly reminding me in a sarcastic way.

Previously, in order to completely win over Nangong Min, Lin Yi had promised her that he would find an opportunity to bring Yang Siyu out of the palace and settle him outside the palace or in the prince's mansion.

But I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot about it.

Now that Nangong Min has brought it up herself, it's clear she's heard some rumors and is getting anxious.

Although Lin Yi is ruthless, he always keeps his word to his own people.

Since I promised Min'er, I have to do it.

Moreover, if Yang Siyu stays in the palace, and Nangong Xiong uses her to blackmail Nangong Min again, it will be a troublesome matter.

It would be better to get it done sooner rather than later, so as to completely eliminate Nangong Min's worries.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy, you're not pretty anymore." Lin Yi stood up and gently rubbed her cheek.

To be honest, this woman's skin is really good, like egg white.

As a young lady from a wealthy family, her upbringing and experiences were completely different from those of a village woman.

It's not that Lin Yi had any issues with the village woman, but rather that their different social statuses led to different experiences, and the latter's skin would naturally become rough from working in the fields.

Nangong Min pursed her lips shyly.

Lin Yi said, "I will naturally fulfill my promise to you. Besides, your mother is not safe in the palace right now. I took away Nangong Xiong's military funds, and the women in the harem will definitely take their anger out on your mother."

Nangong Min certainly knew what the harem was.

Empress Zhao Shuyu had long hated Lin Yi because of the Crown Prince's deposition, and by extension, she also hated Lin Yi and her mother.

Now that Lin Yi has stolen the Emperor's money again, Zhao Shuyu will definitely take this opportunity to cause trouble in the harem.

But her mother was weak by nature, how could she possibly fight against those wolves and tigers?

"I dare not urge my husband, but the palace is currently cut off from supplies, and my father... I am truly worried about my mother's safety." Nangong Min lowered her head, looking pitiful.

If Yang Mi spoke like that, Lin Yi would only think she was pretentious and affected, but Nangong Min was different.

She never asks herself for anything.

"Worrying is useless, and crying is even more useless." Lin Yi shouted towards the study door, "Someone come here!"

Yang Mi, who had just gone out carrying lychees, ran back empty-handed and curtsied at the bottom of the steps: "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"Have Lin An come to my study immediately."

"Yes, Your Highness."