Once again, Hou Xiaoliang sidled a few steps closer to the outside. ‘My future mistress ah, you truly have guts to call the master a ‘kept man’. Out of the whole Great Ming Empire, you’re probably the only one who’s able to say something so impolite to him without retribution.’ He needed to get out of earshot. Otherwise, his master might fly into a fury over the fact that his subordinate had heard something so humiliating. He also didn’t dare to reprimand his future mistress either.

“Hee hee! I’m only teasing you ah! Do you think there’s anyone in the capital who will dare to compete against us when we combine both of our enterprises? In the future, wouldn’t that mean I could count money every day until my hands cramp?” Yu Xiaocao suddenly had a feeling that she was going to become the richest noble lady in the capital and felt incredibly proud at the prospect.

“Is counting money exhausting ah? This prince will send a few people over and have them count for you. You can just stand at the side and watch them.” Zhu Junyang aggressively said as he gently stroked the little lass’s fine and glossy black hair with a hand. He relished in the silky feeling slipping through his fingers.

“Hee hee!” Yu Xiaocao, the little money grubber, sniggered. Her whole demeanor resembled a tiny squirrel who had just eaten some stolen pine nuts. She was simultaneously adorable and childish. Zhu Junyang loved and hated that image at the same time. Just where did she get that oddball temperament from? Uncle and Auntie...