Han Yufang looked at Jinrong’s handso face and listened to him casually say she didn’t understand, almost bringing tears to her eyes.
How could she not understand? In what way was she inferior to Ye Xinyan? It was not that she didn’t understand or couldn’t do it, but because the craftsmanship sector was considered inferior among n, not to ntion she was a woman from the Pri Minister’s Mansion, how could she do such disreputable things.
Even Ye Xinyan had to resort to such ans of living because she had disgraced her family to the point where she couldn’t settle in the capital and had to flee with no other choice.
But from her husband’s perspective, it seed that no woman in this world could compare to Ye Xinyan.
Han Yufang held back her anger, changed Jinrong’s tea to a fresh cup, straightened her deanor, and sat in front of him, saying, "My prince, His Majesty has entrusted you with the affairs of the Ministry of Personnel, which shows his high regard for you. You should focus on governnt affairs. Business and making money are minor matters, the work of rchants. It’s best that you stay away from it."
Jinrong was slightly surprised by Han Yufang’s sudden remarks. In his subconscious, his impression of Han Yufang still remained as the immature girl from several years ago.
Ha, and now she dared to lecture him too.
However, these few lectures seed very feeble. Just like Ye Xinyan said, what’s wrong with being a rchant or being worldly? Besides, who doesn’t spend silver coins on food and clothing?
Ye Xinyan had already left ho at eighteen and could make a living on her own. At this ti, Han Yufang was also eighteen, living always among the highest elite in the capital, never experiencing the hardship of making a living, so it was understandable she would say such naive things.
"These are n’s matters, especially court affairs, which are even more complicated. You don’t need to worry about this, I have it under control." Jinrong rarely explained more to Han Yufang than usual.
Han Yufang knew Jinrong didn’t like to hear this, but as his wife, she couldn’t just say what he wanted to hear. "But my prince, rchants have never been able to enter elegant circles, and with your noble origins..."
"You don’t need to remind of that." Jinrong was sowhat impatient now.
She usually seed alright, so why was she so clueless today? A woman raised in the secluded inner quarters for over ten years, only knowing how to enjoy the luxurious life her forefathers provided, likely couldn’t tell grains apart, yet she dared speak all high and mighty about state and livelihood.
"I already said, these are things you don’t understand," Jinrong’s voice turned cold.
That one sentence brought tears to Han Yufang’s eyes, both aggrieved and angry.
Her grandfather had hired a tutor to educate her since she was five; she had read the classics of sages, so why wouldn’t she understand?
From ancient tis, weren’t those who made a living through handicrafts and trade always looked down upon? Proper n should be like her grandfather and father, studying diligently, earning the top ranks, and sharing the responsibilities of the nation and court.
Though the prince was born into the royal family, with esteed status, ever since mingling with that Ye Xinyan, he had been doing those lowly things. It’s been said that businessn are always pursuing profit, focusing their whole life’s energy and goals on chasing silver coins, so how could their character be noble?
The prince seed to have been bewitched by Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Yifan, especially by that Ye Xinyan, to the point where he couldn’t even distinguish right from wrong, and yet he said she didn’t understand.
Han Yufang’s beautiful face was full of grievances, her eyes brimming with tears.
Her originally alluring appearance only inexplicably annoyed Jinrong, even the satisfaction from negotiating a business deal with Ye Xinyan today was completely eroded.
He pushed aside the tea cup in front of him, stood up, and stepped to the floor.
"Alright, it’s getting late, you should rest early, princess consort."
Han Yufang was still thinking that she was wronged and hoped Jinrong would take a step back, or at least comfort her, but she did not expect him to look discontented, as if he was about to leave.
She panicked and hurriedly followed him, asking, "Where are you going so late, my prince?" Although it wasn’t late when he returned, it wasn’t early either. If he left her room at this ti and stayed at the concubine’s place, how would her reputation stand?
Moreover, was Sixth Master angry with her? Because of that vulgar, unvirtuous woman? He’s leaving out of spite.
Jinrong’s step paused slightly, then he saw Han Yufang’s still sowhat innocent face and her slightly flustered expression, feeling a bit soft-hearted. He softened his tone and said, "I suddenly rembered so pending matters to handle, I am going to the outer courtyard to discuss with Uncle Wan and will sleep in the study tonight. You don’t need to worry about , just go rest."
Although Han Yufang was deeply reluctant, she had to pretend to be virtuous and graceful, seeing Jinrong out the door.
She watched his figure disappear beyond the courtyard gate, then turned to stand beneath the lantern-lit eaves, clutching her handkerchief tightly.
All to bla Ye Xinyan for her unvirtuous behavior, previously clinging to the prince so much that he delayed his marriage proposal with her. Now the prince had already married her, making her a princess consort, and Ye Xinyan has also married into another family, supposed to stay properly at ho and fulfill her duties as a wife.
Yet, what did she do? Instead of refraining, she actually showed off her abilities in front of the prince. Is that skill? That’s sheer shalessness!
Han Yufang’s anger only grew. Ye Xinyi was an idiot too. Who said Ye Xinyan was clever and resourceful, when back in Duke An’s Mansion, Ye Xinyi had suppressed Ye Xinyan for over ten years, leaving her no room to retaliate?
Ye Xinyan ran away from ho years ago, wandered outside for many years, who knows what she encountered? That incident itself could have been used against her effectively.
But what did Ye Xinyi do? She seed useless around her, almost invisible. Even the capital’s female relatives suffered under Ye Xinyan several tis, yet Ye Xinyan was thriving in the capital.
She must find an opportunity to properly question Ye Xinyi about her boasted garden and construction industry, and where they all are?
......
Official Tang has been quite pleased these days. When he built the Four Seasons Scenery, he initially only wanted a dignified place for his own leisure and guest reception.
But after its completion, the head of Dongze Construction Firm, Liu Changsheng, when drinking with him, ntioned that it would be a sha if this garden were only used privately, suggesting he could rent it out to earn silver.
He understood Dongze Construction’s intention. If his Four Seasons Scenery received more guests, the construction firm that built it would also gain fa.
After considering it, he realized Liu Changsheng had a good point; it was indeed a profitable idea.
He, of course, wouldn’t live there every day, so why not use the garden for business? Since the garden belonged to him, it would be convenient to entertain guests respectfully, and on idle days, it could be rented out.
Engaging in the restaurant and inn business in the capital, if the noble guests renting the garden needed it, he could also cater banquets, earning an additional inco.
The Tang family has been doing business in the capital for three generations, naturally knowing the wealthy’s silver is easy to earn, yet even they didn’t expect the Four Seasons Scenery to be so popular among the capital’s rich.
In the past month, the Four Seasons Scenery was rented out twelve days, with considerable inco.
This day, he was idle and went out of the city to check how the Four Seasons Scenery was being cleaned.
The day before yesterday, a tenant had rented the garden for two days. Every ti a noble guest rented it, the garden had to be thoroughly cleaned, taking care of all the nooks and crannies. Otherwise, if the next tenant saw things left or discarded by others in the garden, they would feel as if they were dealing with leftovers.
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