"Princess, this is indeed the palace's treasury. However, the palace is very poor now. It needs a large amount of funds every year to subsidize military expenses, so almost everything that can be sold has been sold."

"Tsk, how pitiful!" He took a look at the empty warehouse and left with An San.

Back in the yard, looking at the calm and leisurely man drinking tea and reading, it really shows that you can't judge a book by its cover.

Who would have thought that the war god Xuan Wang of Xiling Kingdom, who was so glamorous and majestic, was actually a poor guy.

"Oh, you're still drinking good tea? Why didn't you tell me that there was no money in the treasury? I made this trip for nothing."

Yue Qianli looked at Jiang Ling with innocent eyes, a hint of doubt on his face, and asked:

"Ah? The treasury is out of money? I'm not sure."

Jiang Ling couldn't help laughing out loud. Looking at the innocent-looking man in front of him, he couldn't help but feel the urge to give him a slap in the face.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea. After all, Yue Qianli had been poisoned and disabled, and probably couldn't withstand his pressure.

He took a deep breath and comforted himself, "Forget it, don't be angry. If you get angry to death, there will be no one to bury you.

Anyway, he doesn't need the money from the Xuanwang Mansion."

"Okay, don't think about managing money from now on, you prodigal son!" Jiang Ling said unhappily.

Yue Qianli accepted the fact that he no longer had control over the money.

He knew nothing about managing money, and he was busy fighting before, so how could he have time to worry about these trivial matters?

Since Jiang Ling is willing to manage the money, let him do it.