Xu Wenzhao was dead, and he had died a most gruesome death.
It was said that even his intestines had been beaten out.
"Lang, you have rendered tremendous service this time," Earl said. "Not only did you recover more than ten thousand gold coins for the family, you also exposed Xu Wenzhao, that enormous parasite. What reward do you want?"
Earl was not in a very good mood, yet his manner toward Young Master Shen remained gentle.
I want my wife, Young Master Shen thought. Father-in-Law, just give the order and make her obediently comply. Or send a few skilled female fighters to tie MuLan up and let her consummate our wedding night with me.
Naturally, he only dared say such things in his heart.
If he truly said them aloud, someone would die.
"This is merely what your son-in-law ought to do. How would I dare ask for any reward?" Young Master Shen said.
Earl said, "How about I entrust the entire Accounting Room to you? From now on, you will manage the accounts of our Earl's Manor."
"No..." Young Master Shen hastily refused.
I came to the Earl's Manor to live off my wife, to enjoy wealth and splendor. Matters like managing the Accounting Room, laborious paperwork that wears down body and spirit—please leave them to someone else.
Besides, people who did this sort of arithmetic work often worked overtime and stayed up through the night. Not only did they age quickly, they were also prone to premature decline and sudden death.
How could a peerlessly handsome man like me possibly do work that was both exhausting and mentally draining?
"I believe Old Master Lin is utterly loyal, upright in character, and proficient in arithmetic. No one is more suitable to oversee the Accounting Room," Young Master Shen