Yang Mengchen busily took Lady Xiao's hand and acted coquettishly, "Aunty Xiao, don't be mad. I won't do it again."

"You little thing," Lady Xiao fondly chided, stroking Yang Mengchen's cute little nose. Every time Chenchen acted coquettishly, her heart immediately melted like water.

Ever since meeting the young lady, she had always been stern and aloof. No one would have thought she had such a charming and cute side. Most people secretly lifted their heads, but upon seeing the White Tiger by Yang Mengchen's side, they were scared into quickly looking down again. Only Uncle Heng, his daughter, Qiao Niangzi, and the Youming Palace People remained calm as before.

Hearing that Jiujiu had bought many servants back to the village, everyone in the Yang family, except for Yang Chengyou and Yang Cheng'an at the ancestral hall, and Yang Chengning and Yang Chengyu from the hinterland of the Dayang Mountain, hurried back. Seeing dozens of people standing with bowed heads in the courtyard, they were all as surprised as Madam Yang Zhou.

"Jiujiu, why did you buy so many people?" Yang Chaoyi asked, puzzled.

Old Master Yang immediately scolded his youngest son, "Jiujiu has her own arrangements. Don't be so nosy."

"Father…" Yang Chaoyi looked at his father with a touch of grievance, wishing his father had left him some face in front of the younger generation.

Yang Chaowen and Yang Chaowu remained composed, believing that their niece must have her reasons for doing so.

Sticking out her little pink tongue cheekily at her father, Yang Mengchen took Old Master Yang's arm. "I plan to select a dozen people to serve you, and the rest will manage the household chores, so you'll have less to worry about. Over time, we'll add more people. I'll be setting up new factories in the future, and you won't be able to handle everything."

Old Master Yang nodded, "If Jiujiu has decided, that's good." There were indeed many businesses at home that they were struggling to manage.

Yang Mengchen's clear eyes swept over the bowed heads, her voice calm, yet what she said carried a chill like ice and snow, "I don't care what your statuses were before, here you are simply servants of the Yang family. I will temporarily set your monthly silver at one tael. Those who perform well will receive extra rewards. If anyone has treacherous intentions and betrays me, I will not be merciful.

Do not forget that your Servitude Contracts are in my hands. Also, you will continue to use your previous names, is that understood?"

"We understand," they replied in scattered voices, most of them bowing their heads in fear without making a sound.

Yang Mengchen's gaze became slightly stern, and the commanding aura of the superior instantaneously spread, "Answer loudly, do you understand?"

The oppressive atmosphere was so overwhelming that people could hardly breathe, and they knelt down heavily, shouting, "The servants understand!"

Only the Youming Palace People internally rejoiced with a touch of regret: The young lady was even more domineering than the Palace Master, it was just a pity that she was not the Young Palace Master.

"Lady Xiao assured, "Chenchen, rest assured. If they harbor any treacherous intentions and betray you, your Uncle Heng, as the County Magistrate, will certainly punish them severely!" For the first time, Lady Xiao invoked the authority of her husband for Chenchen's sake.

"If Ah Jiu is not satisfied, I'll send over some Death Contract Servants another day." Long Xuanmo and Nangong Lingfei suddenly arrived, their sharp eyes coldly sweeping over the servants.

Whether deliberately or not, in these past few days Long Xuanmo always referred to Yang Mengchen as 'Ah Jiu' in front of the Yang family members. The Yang family was unhappy with this, but they dared not voice their anger due to Long Xuanmo's status, "We pay respects to the Prince."

"Mm," Long Xuanmo responded indifferently, looking at Yang Mengchen, "Ah Jiu, how come you didn't call me when buying servants? I could have helped Ah Jiu pick them out."

"Thank you for the kind offer, Prince, but I trust my own judgment," Yang Mengchen thought to herself. She had no intention of keeping even the Youming Palace People, let alone those sent by Long Xuanmo.

Long Xuanmo did not insist, "Just let me know when you need help."

Yang Mengchen nodded.

The servants, realizing the man before them was the Prince, hurriedly knelt down to pay their respects. Trembling with fear yet curious, they wondered how their new mistress could be so familiar with the Prince.

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