I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 222 Father Yang’s Thoughts

The shop assistants were ostensibly hired by Yang Nian'er herself, but in reality, Wei Luo was worried about Yang Nian'er doing business alone, so all four of them were servants of the Duke of Wei's mansion.

The clerk said, "The deed is mine...it's in the name of the prince of the Duke of Wei, but the house belongs to Boss Yang."

"It's a gift!" Yang Tiezhu's eyes widened in shock, and he was a little excited: "Why did he give me a house as a gift?"

"It can't be said to be a gift. Boss Yang gave money to Master Wei. But the price..." Having said that, the young man smiled and didn't continue.

Yang Tiezhu asked hurriedly, "How much silver?"

He didn't dare to talk about it. The young man smiled and said he didn't know. Yang Tiezhu didn't ask any more questions. He walked out of the beverage shop and looked back and forth at the shop across the street. An idea came to his mind.

He walked into a pawnshop across the street and asked, "Boss, how much can this house on this land be sold for?"

The shopkeeper looked at Yang Tiezhu with disdain: "Do you still have houses to sell?"

Yang Tiezhu said arrogantly, "Don't look down on me. The Nianluoxiang Drink Shop on the east side of this street is mine."

The shopkeeper sneered, "Look at how capable you are! I was the one who sold that house to Master Wei. Master Wei needed it urgently and spent five thousand taels of silver on it."

"Five thousand taels?"

Yang Tiezhu's head was buzzing and he couldn't remember how he got back to the house.

The kitchen was hardly used. Mother Yang couldn't find any rice or vegetables to cook. When she was worrying about how to cook, she saw her husband. She walked out of the kitchen, stopped Yang Tiezhu, and asked, "Master, I don't know how this third girl is doing. There is nothing in the kitchen. How can she cook?"

Yang Tiezhu arrogantly took out half a pound of money and said, "Don't do it anymore. Go buy it. And buy me a pot of wine."

"Hey!" Mother Yang happily took the silver and called her eldest daughter who was catching something in the kitchen. Before the two of them left the yard, the waiter came in with a bundle of buns slung over his arm, followed by two waiters from the restaurant, each holding five food boxes.

"You must be hungry. Come in and have dinner!" Shishu walked into the hall, put down the buns, asked two waiters to set out the food, and greeted everyone with a smile.

"The eldest master was originally going to come over to see you, but happened to meet Miss Nian'er buying buns on the way. Miss Nian'er said she wanted to eat beggar's chicken from the west of the city, so the young master had no choice but to accompany her there first."

The table was filled with delicious food, and the aroma filled the air. After a night of hunger, Yang's mother, Yang Pan'er, and Zhang Fengshou began to eat.

Yang Tiezhu looked at Shishu, slapped the table, and said angrily: "I ask you, where was my daughter last night?"

There was a huge noise, and the room suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked up.

"Isn't Miss Nian'er living here?" The secretary came to her senses and said hurriedly, "She is staying at the Chengyang Marquis's Mansion with the Fourth Miss. Please don't misunderstand me, my master has never done anything inappropriate to Miss Nian'er!"

"Is that so?" Yang Tiezhu suddenly felt a little disappointed after hearing this answer.

The secretary's mind began to become active, and she invited Yang Tiezhu out to talk.

"Uncle Yang, I'm sure you've noticed. My young master is a rare talent. No matter which girl he falls in love with, it would be an honor for that girl, don't you think?

"Although I may suffer a loss in terms of status, I am still the apple of your eye. Why should I be afraid of not having a good life?"

Thinking of the pain and distress that the young master had been experiencing these days, the secretary felt distressed and blurted out everything.

"Take this house for example. When the young master was looking for it for Miss Nian'er, he put so much effort into it. If he bought a bigger one, he was worried that Miss Nian'er wouldn't want it. If he bought a smaller one, he was worried that Miss Nian'er wouldn't be comfortable living in it. He searched for more than ten days before finally settling on this one."

"Don't underestimate this house because it's small. It's right in front of the Ningyuan Palace, the most expensive land in the capital. Just so Miss Nian'er could be closer to the princess, the young master bought it without hesitation."

"Not to mention taking a concubine, even marrying a wife, which man in this world can do this?"

"..."

After saying a lot, the secretary got to the point: "When you have time, please give Miss Nian'er some advice. After the matter is completed, my master will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Yang Tiezhu had only been thinking about the house, but upon hearing this, he said dazedly, "Can I meet your young master?"

"Okay, I'll tell my master right away." The secretary left happily.

Yang Tiezhu went back to the house to eat.

Yang's mother asked, "Master, what did he say to you?"

"Nothing!" Despite saying this, Yang Tiezhu obviously had no appetite. After taking a few bites, he patted the table, got up and went back to the house.

Mother Yang took a few buns and two dishes and followed her husband back to the house.

Back in the house, Yang's mother put down the dishes and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

Yang Tiezhu said, "Prince Wei wants Nian'er to be his concubine."

"Master, this is not good. With Nian'er's temper, there's no way she could possibly live under the master's thumb. If things go wrong, she'll get beaten every day."

"And I heard that Prince Wei is from Yunzhao. If Nian'er marries there, we will never see our daughter again."

Mother Yang started to cry as she spoke: "Boss, I asked the shop assistants today. This shop can earn more than ten taels of silver a day. Fire the shop assistants and do it ourselves. In a month, we can go home and marry you a concubine and give birth to a son. We don't need to sell our daughter."

Yang Tiezhu picked up a bun, chewed it, and said slowly: "This house belongs to Prince Wei."

"Ah?" Yang's mother was stunned.

Yang Tiezhu said, "This house costs five thousand taels. How could she, a little girl, have so much money?"

Mother Yang cried even harder, "Xi'er is the daughter of the Marquis's family. The two sisters have always been close. I thought Xi'er gave it to her."

"The Marquis of Chengyang has a son, how could the money fall into her hands? The prince doesn't like her, and she can barely protect herself, so how can she be capable of taking care of the third girl?"

Yang Tiezhu was actually unwilling to let his daughter become a concubine. He waved his hands helplessly and sighed, "If I don't agree, will they let us live in this house?"

"But……"

"But what!" Yang Tiezhu interrupted directly, "Wait until Nian'er comes, and try to persuade her."

That evening, Nian'er, who had disappeared for the day, returned with some food. Although it wasn't as rich as Wei Luo had asked for, she had bought it with great care, having gone to several places and found everything she found delicious.

At the dinner table, Yang Nian'er watched her parents, elder sister, and elder brother-in-law eat. She took out a three-hundred-tael silver note from her bosom and pushed it in front of her father.

"Dad, Mom, take the silver and leave tomorrow!"

Mother Yang looked up at the man beside her. Yang Tiezhu, expressionless, ate his rice and vegetables. Zhang Fengshou, seeing the amount on the banknote, bumped into the woman beside him.

Yang Pan'er said, "Third sister, I heated up the leftover food from this morning. Come with me and get it!"