"Sir, these are truly invaluable words!"

Wen Tai took a deep breath, his face darkening, and said to Wen Hu, "This matter must not be made public!"

Wen Hu nodded and said, "Nephew understands."

"It seems I can't let my guard down for a moment against my mentor!"

"Uncle, should Luo Ying take action?"

"The great victory at Lingshan has just passed, and the end of the Northern Expedition is imminent. Now is not the time to make a move." Wen Tai waved his hand and said, "To deal with the Right Chancellor, there is more than one way than to strangle him by force. Let me think about it some more... You just said that you wanted Luo Ying to make a move. Has he returned?"

Wen Hu said, "He was originally on his way back, but he went to a certain place along the way."

"Where did you go?"

"Qingdong City".

Wen Tai's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he asked, "Hu'er, what are you up to now?"

"Uncle, rest assured, I acted rashly in the assassination of the Right Chancellor. I will not act on my own initiative again in the future."

Wen Hu clasped his hands and said, "I didn't send Luo Ying. He discovered someone interesting and wanted to meet him."

...

In Qingdong City, it was drizzling.

The imperial court's arrangements for Du Laihua came even faster than the rain, much as Zhao Cheng and his group had anticipated.

He survived, but was stripped of his title, reduced to a commoner, and all his property and land were confiscated.

Looking at the gloomy sky, Du Laihua, dressed in fine clothes, stood in the courtyard, raised his head, and let the rain wash away the tear stains on his face.

At this moment, the only thing he had that was worth anything was probably this piece of clothing.

The Marquis's mansion had been sealed off, and he had to leave before sunset.

A servant carrying a large bundle ran out of the courtyard behind him. Du Laihua was a little surprised, as he had thought there was no one left in the mansion.

"Du Xiaoliu?"

Du Laihua didn't know what Du Xiaoliu was hiding in his bundle, but when he saw the antique-looking cup in Du Xiaoliu's hand, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

"Where did you find these things? Weren't they all confiscated?"

Du Laihua rushed over and reached for the cups and glasses, but Du Xiaoliu immediately distanced himself from him.

"you……"

"This is mine!"

Du Laihua was stunned, then seemed to realize something, and said, "You stole these things a long time ago! You hid them!"

"What's wrong now?"

Du Xiaoliu made no attempt to hide it. His eyes lit up when he saw Du Laihua's clothes. He quickly put down the cup and went over to undress Du Laihua.

"How dare you! Let go!"

"What do you mean by 'courage'? Do you think you're still a marquis?"

Seeing Du Laihua resist, Du Xiaoliu kicked him to the ground and continued to tear at his fine clothes.

"Give it to me, or I'll beat you up!"

Du Laihua shouted, "Xiao Liu, have you forgotten how I usually treat you? When you urgently need money, I always have the accountant expedite the process!"

"You're generous! But you're arrogant! The way you look down on us when you give us handouts, you probably think of us as lapdogs begging for bones, don't you?!"

With red eyes, Du Xiaoliu grabbed Du Laihua by the neck and roared, "You think you're so good to us?"

"Let me tell you, it's not just me, many people in the manor have had enough of you! What are these little things compared to what I've taken? Compared to them, I've gotten the least!"

Buzz—

Upon hearing this, Du Laihua felt his head suddenly buzzing, and in his daze, he gave up resisting and had his clothes stripped off by Du Xiaoliu.

What brought him to this state was his malice towards Xiao Luofeng.

What brought him to this state was the malice of his servants.

He was trapped in a vicious cycle, repeating his entire life.

With his only valuable possession gone, Du Laihua knelt in the pool, his long hair disheveled, looking like a beggar.

He never dreamed of this.

Yesterday's kings and nobles, today's pigs and dogs.

I can't believe this kind of thing happened to me.

"Father, I'm so sorry!!!" Du Laihua roared in the rain.

At that moment, a figure silently floated down in front of him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

She was an ordinary-looking woman who would never attract attention in a crowd, but the way she raised her eyebrows was not unattractive.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Du Laihua didn't even raise his head, saying, "There's no more Marquis, no more..."

Liu Ling looked around, not intending to ask any more questions, and said directly, "The person has been killed, I'm here to collect the money."

Du Laihua then raised his head and said, "It's over, it's all over! Because you killed someone, I'm completely finished!"

Liu Ling raised her eyebrows even deeper and said, "You asked me to kill that person, and now you're blaming me?"

"I shouldn't have killed him, I shouldn't have..."

"Fine, I'm not going to waste my breath arguing with you. Just give me the money!"

"Where did the money come from? We have nothing left."

"My lord, are you going to renege on your debt?"

"I really have no money left!" Du Laihua pointed behind him and shouted, "Look for yourself, what do I have left?"

As he spoke, he tugged at his clothes and said, "What's left?!"

Liu Ling took a deep breath and said, "Whether you have money or not is your business, but I almost lost my life for this job... My lord, you know the rules of my line of work. Although I have no interest in your life, if you don't have money..."

Liu Ling's hands hung naturally at her sides, her ten fingers spread open, with a black nail between each finger.

Like the black nail shot into Mother Fu's throat.

The nails, with their dark color, exuded an aura of death in the rain.

Du Laihua's hair stood on end, and he immediately exclaimed, "I have money! I remember now! I still have money!"

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