Chapter 92: Sleeping in the doghouse tonight
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The housekeeper wiped his sweat: “This… I’m not quite sure myself. I’m just following orders.”
Jiang Yi sneered: “This is really ridiculous. When ites to divorcing a wife, you send a manager to deliver the divorce letter. Now that he has changed his mind, you casually send you to get it back. What, is our Jiang family’s daughter so easy to bully?”
“No, this… actually, His Highness is quite busy and can’t spare the time…”
“Then don’t change your mind.”
“No, Third Master, please return the divorce letter. After all, the princess consort is your own sister. You can’t just stand by and watch her get divorced, can you?”
“Little Master doesn’t care about this. Our mansion has been arranging people to introduce Seventh Sister to other families these past few days. She will always marry out.”
“This, this…” the housekeeper sweated profusely, “Then, Third Master, what do you suggest we do to convince you to return the divorce letter?”
“Since my sister has been wronged in your mansion, her brother-inw should naturallye in person to apologize and show some sincerity. Otherwise, why should we forgive him and go back with him?” Jiang Yi smiled, “Housekeeper, you must admit that this request isn’t too much, right?”
“This…”
“Housekeeper, please go back and convey this message to your prince. Give him seven days toe and apologize in person and take my sister back.
Otherwise, we will arrange for her to remarry someone else. Close the door and see the guest off!”
After saying that, Jiang Yi left with a flick of his sleeve.
The housekeeper dejectedly returned to the Prince of Yu’s mansion.
Seeing that he had returned empty-handed and with a saddened face, Li Hongyuan knew that the task had not been aplished.
Actually, he didn’t expect the housekeeper to get the divorce letter back so easily either.
If it were that easy, Prime Minister Jiang wouldn’t be Prime Minister Jiang.
He had stolen the Emperor’s dream lover back then, and he was still alive and well, even bing a prime minister. How could he be underestimated?
The housekeeper carefully repeated Jiang Yi’s words.
“Seven days? So, he’s returning the words I said to him.” Li Hongyuan sneered, “Asking me toe and apologize in person, how high and mighty the Jiang family’s door is.”
The housekeeper whispered: “This servant has heard that none of the daughters of the Jiang family have been bullied by their husband’s family. Whenever they suffer even the slightest grievance, the husband’s family has toe and kneel down to apologize.”
“Kneel down and apologize?”
“No, Third Master Jiang didn’t say that. But you really have to go there in person.” To avoid sleeping in the dog house, the housekeeper did his best to encourage the reconciliation, “The princess consort is pregnant with your child. If not for anything else, do it for the child’s sake.”
Li Hongyuan frowned when the child was mentioned.
“I know. Get out.” Li Hongyuan waved, “You can leave now.”
The housekeeper let out a sigh of relief and happily turned to leave.
Just as he reached the door, he heard a sentence from behind him –
“Sleep in the doghouse tonight.”
Housekeeper’s eyes filled with tears of frustration.
What did he do to deserve this?
The Jiang family gave them a seven-day deadline.
During the first few days, there was no movement.
Li Hongyuan went to court, dealt with matters, drank with colleagues and friends, and didn’t dy any of it.
On the sixth day, Li Hongyuan was discussing matters with two staff members when the housekeeper came stumbling in, shouting: “Your Highness, it’s, it’s not good!”
“What’s wrong?”
“This servant just got news from outside that our princess consort went to the Prosperity Teahouse today!”
“So?”
One of the staff members said: “Prince might not be aware, but the second floor of the Prosperity Teahouse is a ce where many wealthy families arrange for their young men and women to meet.”
“Meet for what?”
“For blind dates.”
“Blind dates?” Li Hongyuan paused..