The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching and the festive atmosphere is getting stronger.

Although Nanjing City has become a capital city, it has lost its political constraints and its economy and culture have become more prominent. Left-behind officials and scholars have pushed the Qinhuai River entertainment industry to its peak, and is filled with a strong atmosphere of traditional culture.

In the Duke of Wei’s Mansion, the lights and decorate colors have begun in front of the door, presenting a festive celebration of the coming of the festival.

If we talk about the entire Nanjing city, the mansion that has both status and gold and silver piles up like mountains, it should be the current Duke of Wei.

After more than a hundred years of reproduction, the Duke of Wei’s Mansion has been in the seventh generation from King Xu of Zhongshan to Xu Pengju, and the tribe is full of branches and leaves. On major festivals, many relatives and relatives will come to visit.

Butler Liu had just settled a group of relatives and saw several tall carriages parked at the gate of Duke Wei's mansion. He learned that the visiting lady was the fifth lady, so he did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly called the servants to help carry the luggage into the room that had been arranged inside.

Xu Rong is Xu Pengju's fifth daughter and married the prince of the Lingbi Hou.

Although the Lingbi Marquis' Mansion was not as prominent as the Duke of Wei, Dong'ou King Tang He was also a founding hero in the early Ming Dynasty and was awarded the title of Lingbi Marquis. To this day, Tang Shilong, the Lingbi Marquis' Marquis's seventh generation.

Xu Rong was only in her twenties and seemed a little active. When he entered the door, he looked around and asked: "Butler Liu, what's new happening in this mansion recently?"

"Miss Fifth, don't make things difficult for me. How dare I bite my tongue!" Butler Liu knew that this fifth lady liked to inquire about gossip, so he replied with a wry smile.

"You are still the same as you back then. No wonder my father has been using it for you!" Xu Rong glanced at and passed a courtyard full of orchids. He asked curiously: "My father brought the courtesan back from Yangzhou this year, but he didn't know which yard to settle in?"

Butler Liu's face changed slightly. He was busy observing his left and right side carefully, and then he warned seriously: "Miss, please do not mention the name of the courtesan in front of the master!"

"What's wrong?" Xu Rong was slightly stunned and slowed down the trail in confusion.

Butler Liu sighed lightly and replied in a low voice: "This courtesan has always been arrogant, but this courtesan is also too stubborn. The master just wanted to polish her mind, but she not only didn't know how to adapt, but she actually threw a tantrum and said she wanted to leave the mansion and return to Yangzhou, which angered the master!"

"If she really returns to Yangzhou to re-enter her old career, where will my father put his face? Then?" Xu Rong snorted coldly with dissatisfaction and continued to inquire.

Butler Liu's face was hesitant, and he carefully observed the left and right, then lowered his voice and said, "She had committed some things in the past, and now she has been investigated. The magistrate of Jiangning sentenced her to exile for three thousand miles!"

When the two maids behind Xu Rong heard this, they swallowed and spitted secretly, but put their heads lowered.

"This is another move!" Xu Rong didn't know the trick, so he shook his head gently.

But I have to admit that although this move is old, it is effective. This not only punishes such disobedient woman, but also preserves the good reputation of the Duke of Wei Mansion.

While talking, the group had already arrived at the courtyard, which was Xu Rong's former residence. However, not every married daughter had such treatment, but Xu Rong married well, so she would naturally pay more attention to it.

As night falls, the lights light up.

Although there are still some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family banquet at the Duke of Wei's Mansion seemed very lively, especially the eldest prince and the second prince returned from the capital today, which made the entire Duke of Wei's Mansion full of joy.

Xu Pengju attended the event today in a grand dress, sitting on the first seat with a radiant look, receiving toasts from relatives and friends, and liked the joyful atmosphere.

"Dad, this is a glass cup that the child gave you. I wish you a long life every year!" A handsome young man handed over a gift box and congratulated Xu Pengju.

Xu Pengju looked at the most beloved son Xu Bangning in front of him and felt more comfortable. He first nodded slowly, then reached out and opened the box.

"This was brought back to you from Guangdong by Ning'er. Those people said they were transported from ocean thousands of miles away!" A noble lady next to her explained with a smile.

Xu Pengju took out the crystal clear glass cup, which immediately caused a burst of surprise around him. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "I have collected it for many years, and this glass cup is invisible. Ning'er is determined this time!"

"This is what the child should do!" Xu Bangning immediately bowed, but the light of his eyes glanced at his elder brother Xu Bangrui on the other side.

Xu Bangrui looked at the happy scene, but he kept his face and drank another glass of wine.

Every family has a difficult sutra, and the sutras at his family made him very angry.

In theory, the former Duke of Wei, Zhang, died early and did not leave any descendants. The Duke of Wei should have been taken over by his eldest son. However, his father not only favored Xu Bangning, but also asked Yan Shifan to grant Zheng the Duke of Wei the wife, which made Xu Bangning the "primary son".

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly thought of a Guangdong businessman he met a few days ago. That person seemed to be able to really help him.

"Okay, you guys continue to eat and drink, I'll go back to the room first!" Xu Pengju had a great time drinking today, but he didn't mean to be drunk, and said goodbye to the relatives and friends present.

Although Xu Bangrui was quite unhappy, he still stood up and saw him off with everyone.

Xu Pengju drank a lot of alcohol, but it was a "alcohol test", which made his mind extremely clear. He led a very trusted Chief Chen and Manager Liu, and the three of them went straight to the study.

Since he did not like reading, there were no books in the study, mainly some antique characters, which were considered Xu Pengju's most important collection.

Butler Liu brought a pot of tea and carefully poured a cup, then quietly retreated.

After drinking tea, Xu Pengju put the glass cup that his second son had just given to him on the shelf, and then took out a wooden box from the secret wall next to him. At this time, he was no longer drunk at all, but asked headlessly: "The boat should be coming soon, right?"

"According to our plan, we should arrive two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Chief Chen responded respectfully.

Xu Pengju opened the box, took out the account book and handed it over and ordered: "You hand-written a copy and send it to them, so that they must not make any mistakes!"

"Yes!" Director Chen took the account book with both hands and nodded solemnly.

Xu Pengju knew that it would take a little time to copy Master Chen, so he started playing with the glass cup. However, he suddenly found Master Chen was still stunned. He couldn't help but look up in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!