My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1132 - 1138: No More Silver

Tooth Granny thought for a moment before saying, "They seem wealthy, but they hardly interact with others. They’re reluctant to answer any questions, which feels quite intimidating."

Sometimes she didn’t even want to deal with such clients, but she couldn’t resist the handsome commissions they offered, forcing her to press on regardless.

Tan Zhenghong did not pursue further, as he knew Tooth Granny would not know more.

However, he kept this matter in mind to discuss with Qin Longyun when the opportunity arose.

"How long might it take to find a house?"

Tooth Granny honestly replied, "I can’t say for certain. If you’re lucky, it might just be a day or two, but if not, it could take up to ten or fifteen days. However, I can assure you that my Tooth Row is the fastest around."

Her Tooth Row was the biggest in Mansion City, with many clients, surely faster than others.

Tan Zhenghong pressed his palms together in a gesture of request, "I urgently need a house, so I would appreciate your vigilant assistance."

"Leave it to me. Give me your address, and I will have someone notify you as soon as there’s news so you can come and see the house," she said, pounding her chest in assurance, not worried about him backing out given his urgency.

Moreover, even if he did back out, it wouldn’t matter much. There were plenty of people looking to rent houses; a simple shout from her would suffice to draw them in.

Taking a deposit might lead to disputes, better not to have it.

Tan Zhenghong wrote down his address in a notebook. All that was left was to wait for the news.

For the next two days, Qiao Duo’er and Chen Yiling stayed in the courtyard, watching the three children study and write, chatting about gossip and not finding the days dull.

"I heard that last year, the Saint took in a concubine who, to secure her favor, drugged his tea. The Saint’s health has severely deteriorated, even the Medicine King estimates he has only two or three years left. This will ensure that Prince Liang won’t leave easily," Chen Yiling propped her chin with her hands.

Prince Liang, lacking compared to King Qin in achievements, had to make extra efforts in winning people’s hearts.

If the public’s heart is with him, it is entirely possible for the Saint to lean toward him.

Qiao Duo’er disdained, "I would have respected Prince Liang if he had simply revolted."

But now, she only felt profound disdain.

Qin Longyun and Tan Zhenghong were unwilling to support him, sticking to him like a troublesome plaster. He likely thought that by annoying others enough, they would have no choice but to compromise.

Alas, to be a prince and yet resort to such despicable means.

"The Saint is also foolish to still favor Prince Liang," Chen Yiling expressed her dissatisfaction.

Clearly, from any perspective, King Qin was more suitable for the throne, yet the Saint still deliberated over legitimacy issues, puzzling her.

Her words had barely ended when the gate of the courtyard was knocked upon.

Ruyi opened the gate and led a middle-aged man inside.

"Madam, I am the shopkeeper of Fu Yuan Tavern." The man introduced himself first.

Qiao Duo’er nodded, "I remember, we met the day before yesterday. What brings you here?"

Since Wang Yun and his mother were staying in Fu Yuan Inn, the shopkeeper’s visit could only be about them.

"You left ten taels of silver the day you left, for room and food expenses. Today it has run out, and if no more silver is provided, I will have to reclaim the rooms," the shopkeeper stated bluntly.

He was in business, after all; his priority was to make money however he could.

"Really?" Qiao Duo’er was skeptical.

It had been only two days. How could ten taels of silver have been spent already?

During this era, commodities were cheap; spending one tael of silver a day was already more than sufficient.

The shopkeeper explained, "The room charge is one hundred wen per day, the rest went to food expenses."