Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 388 - 10: The General Mansion’s Cast-Off Scapegoat Wife (Part 10)

Chapter 388: Chapter 10: The General Mansion’s Cast-Off Scapegoat Wife (Part 10)

Xu Ruling felt bitter and speechless, almost fainting from anger. She was even more furious because she had secretly purchased a lot of things in advance—the longevity chrysanthemums imported from Nanhai, costing ten taels of silver per pot. She had bought more than a thousand pots, intending to decorate the entire General Mansion with them, creating a grand celebration of a hundred flowers for the birthday.

She had already prepared everything inside and out, including food, lanterns, and various miscellaneous items, all stored in the back warehouse. What was she to do now? None of it could be used.

The other items were fine and could be stored for a few days, but the longevity chrysanthemums would only bloom for three days, and after the last day of blooming, they would all wither away. The ten thousand taels of silver had been spent, and she couldn’t even display them!

What should she do now?

The money in the accounts of the General Mansion was almost all used up by her. She originally thought she could rely on organizing the grand birthday banquet to collect gifts to fill the internal accounts, which would also be her contribution, completely cutting off any of Jiang Lai’s thoughts of taking over the internal affairs in the future.

Now that the money was spent, the General would certainly not allow receiving gifts, how should these deficits be dealt with?

—— 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Someone couldn’t sleep all night."

Jiang Lai casually leaned on the beauty couch brushing her hair. The original owner’s full head of black hair hadn’t been well cared for, dry and frizzy severely, but after Jiang Lai’s careful nourishment for some time, the once dry and dull hair was now silky and soft like satin.

It cascaded over her shoulders, thick like a waterfall, enhancing the already pampered face to look even more stunning and alluring.

"You can leave. Come back a bit later tomorrow, I want to sleep in a bit."

Chun Yue nodded obediently and retreated. As she was closing the door to leave, she suddenly saw a very tall figure standing outside the courtyard gate, scaring her almost into a scream, but fortunately, that figure stepped out of the shadows the next second.

It turned out to be the General, no wonder; she thought it was a bear for a moment.

"This servant has seen the General."

"Where is Madam?"

"Madam just finished bathing and hasn’t rested yet."

After speaking, Chun Yue quickly ran out of the courtyard, closing the gate on her way out.

Tie Yi hadn’t returned for over half a month. Upon pushing open the door, he saw the rabbit fur rug at the entrance had turned into a deer skin rug. As he stepped inside, even before his foot landed, a soft and coquettish voice chided from within.

"General, you have to take off your shoes to come in."

Tie Yi frowned, where did all these rules come from?

But he still pulled back his foot, took off his boots, and tossed them outside the room.

The room was very bright, lit everywhere with candles, and very warm. Upon entry, he noticed a charcoal stove placed in the corner. There was no visible flame in the stove, only some almost burnt out coals, with a pot of water on top steaming the room to make it humid and warm.

This woman certainly knew how to enjoy herself.

Jiang Lai was lying on her side on the soft couch reading a book, seeing Tie Yi come in, she lazily yawned.

"You’re finally back. Do you want me to prepare some hot water for a bath?"

Tie Yi took off his cloak, his tall and robust body exerting an oppressive presence in the slightly cramped space. Jiang Lai focused on his face to barely ignore his intimidating physique.

After just a few days apart, more stubble had grown on his face, making him look even more like a fierce bandit, his narrow eyes filled with deep intensity.

"You knew I would come back today."

"Of course, the day after tomorrow is Mother’s birthday. If you didn’t return tonight, wouldn’t tomorrow night be too late?"

Tie Yi was a filial son. Even if he didn’t want to see her, he would certainly return to see his mother.

The man looked at Jiang Lai and slowly stepped forward to sit on the chair in front of Jiang Lai, the spot usually occupied by Chun Yue for convenience in doing her hair.

Now Tie Yi sat there, blocking Jiang Lai entirely from her spot on the couch, shrouding her in shadow, making her frown in dissatisfaction and push him aside.

"You’re blocking my light."

Her hands were long, soft, and smooth as tender white tofu, and as they brushed over, a warm and fragrant breeze accompanied them, unwillingly wafting into Tie Yi’s nose.

In a moment of inexplicable impulse, Tie Yi grasped her wrist firmly.

Thin, too thin, the feel was smoother and more tender than tofu, making Tie Yi afraid to apply even a little force, fearing he might accidentally snap the arm.

Jiang Lai, taking advantage of the situation, slid from the soft couch onto Tie Yi’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Tie Yi sat there, his body taut with tension, feeling like a cluster of fire was burning inside him, unbearably hot.

"For Mother’s birthday the day after tomorrow, I prepared dozens of pots of longevity chrysanthemums to display in the courtyard. I also invited a theatrical troupe to perform, and we will decorate with some lanterns and ornaments. Although it cannot be too extravagant, it is Mother’s sixtieth birthday, and she deserves to have a good face-saving celebration."

Tie Yi nodded in agreement.

He initially thought Jiang Lai was loose-tongued and not meticulous, but unexpectedly, she had a mind of resourcefulness and thoroughness, executing everything better than he anticipated.

Jiang Lai leaned on his chest, continuing to mutter.

"I know you just entered the court, and numerous eyes are observing you, including His Majesty. Reward follows merit, as does punishment. I don’t expect you to wield great power; you only need to ensure the family’s safety, having servants to command and a carriage to be accompanied by while going out is enough, understood?"

Having served in the court for several days, Tie Yi didn’t expect that the first person to empathize with his difficulties would be his newlywed wife.

He held no expectations, just hoping she would stay in the mansion quietly and not stir up trouble. But she not only thought of so much but helped him so much.

"Also, I..."

"Do you always have so much to say?"

Jiang Lai looked up, seeing Tie Yi’s fiery eyes, feeling his entire body tense and rigid. She was a bit scared, but her self-destructive spirit rose, making her want to try.

In life, one should enjoy eating and drinking, and Jiang Lai never shortchanged herself, rarely being forbearing. So after a moment of mental preparation, she knelt boldly on his lap, slightly leaning over to look down at Tie Yi’s face.

She enjoyed the feeling of seeing everything clearly, capturing all the emotions in the man’s eyes.

"General, you ran away on our wedding night. This time, you ought not to leave me uncared for, right?"

The man lifted his head, his chiseled jaw tense, an adam’s apple moving prominently twice, his dark eyes deep and oppressive, holding a beast about to awaken within.

"Are you not afraid of me?"

His voice was hoarse, his throat tight, and his chest resonated with Jiang Lai’s giggles.

The woman’s laughter sounded like a provocation. Tie Yi concluded that Jiang Lai was unafraid of him and could even toy with him effortlessly.

This was just fine, so he no longer needed to endure.

The bed was too small, and it collapsed once in the middle.

In a groggy state, Jiang Lai felt herself being scooped into a pair of arms, her whole body pressed against a warm chest, wrapped in a cloak filled with his scent. As the door was pushed open, he strode into the main courtyard.

Along the way, all the maids and servants saw only the General bare-chested, holding someone tightly as he strode into his courtyard, followed immediately by the sound of a door being slammed shut with a "bang."