The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

With the shopkeeper's warm farewell, Mrs. Nan took Nan Xi to another treasure house and bought a pair of earrings, a hairpin, and some good rouge and gouache for her.

Near noon, the two of them headed back home.

As soon as Nan Xi walked into Tingyu Tower, she saw Nan Jiao walking around anxiously in the yard, looking extremely impatient.

The maid next to her saw Mrs. Nan and Nan Xi returning first and quickly reminded her in a low voice.

Nan Jiao turned her head, and the impatience on her face was instantly replaced by a smile: "Auntie, sister, you are back."

Nan Xi smiled half-heartedly: "It seems that Aunt Li didn't tell you what I said."

Nan Jiao was slightly stunned: "What are you talking about?"

"My mother is the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion." Nan Xi said calmly, "According to the rules, how should you be called?"

Nan Jiao frowned subconsciously when she heard this, as if she was displeased. However, she was asking for help at the moment, and she didn't dare to express her temper. She just lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and said respectfully: "Mother, I used to be a spoiled child." Jiao doesn’t know etiquette, so I bother my mother to teach me.”

Huh, hold on for a while, wait for her to establish a good relationship with Princess Baoling, and then slowly deal with the mother and daughter.

Nan Xi said calmly: "This 'mother' sounds like she is unwilling to do so, but my mother has never cared about this, otherwise she would have made up her mind to renovate the inner house long ago."

Renovating the inner house?

Nan Jiao sneered, Yuan wanted to rectify it, but did she have the power?

Her father didn't like Yuan at all. He disliked her for being a merchant and having a very humble status. What qualifications did she have to be the wife of the prime minister?

Don't you just rely on the money you have in your hands?

Do you still want to be like the mistresses of high-ranking families and have all your concubines and concubines treat her with respect?

Just dream.

"Since you've already paid your respects, you don't have anything to do here. Go back." Mrs. Nan said calmly. It's not that she didn't see the ridicule on Nan Jiao's face, but she didn't care. "Xi'er and I are also tired from shopping. Need a break."

Nan Jiao's face changed slightly: "Mother...mother, I..."

"Is there anything else?" Mrs. Nan looked at her expressionlessly, "If there is anything else, we have to talk about it tomorrow. I'm very tired now and don't want to hear anything."

"But I can't wait until tomorrow." Nan Jiao gritted her teeth, her face slightly red, "I'm going to attend Princess Baoling's birthday party tomorrow, and I haven't prepared the gifts yet..."

"Congratulatory gifts?" Mrs. Nan frowned, "Since we haven't prepared the congratulatory gifts yet, why don't you hurry up and prepare them? What are you doing in Xi'er's yard?"

Is the old immortal just pretending to be confused, or is he really stupid?

Nan Jiao could barely control her temper. She clenched her hands, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said respectfully, "I want to get some money from my mother."

"Don't you have monthly routines every month?"

How can that monthly amount be enough? It’s all spent buying two pairs of clothes.

Nan Jiao looked at the ice blue crocodile dress Nan Xi was wearing with jealousy. One dress was worth several of hers. They were both daughters of the Prime Minister. Why were they treated so differently?

And these things I bought today.

Nan Jiao looked at the brocade boxes held by Yin Yue and the other maids with jealousy. They were all from high-end silver houses and powder houses. She was so jealous that she almost couldn't help but want to grab them. Why could Nan Xi buy them? so much?

Why can Nan Xi buy whatever she wants?

"Because I am my mother's biological daughter, it is natural for my mother to give me flowers with her money." Nan Xi walked up to her, her voice was light, as if she could see what she was thinking, "You don't have to be jealous, Aunt Li. She is your mother, and she should be willing to spend her money on you. "