He tossed aside the letter and gave instructions to Lan Yue.

Lan Yue frowned and nodded helplessly.

Shen Yun told him to reply to Yang Shuhuan, saying that he could bring people to search the place, or even demolish Ning Yin's clinic, provided that no one was hurt.

Although he didn't believe Ning Yin would steal, since she had betrayed him, she deserved to suffer.

In this way, Ning Yinyuan would only blame Yang Shuhuan, and wouldn't blame herself.

When that time comes, Ningyin will have no clinic left, and she'll have no choice but to obediently return to the manor with me.

As for that young master Li, he specifically instructed that if he really appeared, he should be killed.

For a general who protects the nation, killing a mere wealthy merchant is no different than crushing an ant.

Higashiyama is not far from Kyoto, and if a messenger is sent by fast horse, the urgent report can be delivered in just one day.

Yang Shuhuan received the letter the following afternoon. Upon seeing Shen Yun's words in the letter, her expression suddenly lit up with joy.

Shen Yun indeed agreed with his approach, which shows that he was truly disappointed in Ning Yin.

That day, after Granny Qin and Zisu were locked in the woodshed, Yang Shuhuan took Yang Shujing to her room.

Under her repeated questioning, Yang Shujing confessed to the theft.

Although the Marquis's mansion was not short of money, Yang Shujing was addicted to the pleasure quarters and spent a lot of money just on jewelry for Xiaolan and the others.

In addition, he was a gambler, so the monthly allowance from the Marquis's mansion was always the same.

Mo Jinxiu felt that Yang Shujing was hopeless and was even less willing to give him more money.

Blinded by gambling, Yang Shujing had no choice but to turn his attention to Wang Shi.

So the siblings came up with a plan that would kill two birds with one stone.

They poured all the dirty water on Ning Yin.

Yang Shuhuan looked at the letter where Shen Yun said to let Ning Yin suffer some hardship.

Even with a slight upturn of his lips, it was clear that he was far from just suffering a little; this time, he was likely to be severely injured.

"Ruyan, how is Zhou Fusheng doing?"

Yang Shuhuan burned the letter on the candlestick, then turned to ask Ruyan.

“Miss, Zhou Fusheng came to deliver wild ginseng to me today. He said that the old woman’s health has deteriorated. She vomited blood this morning and is estimated to die suddenly in a few days.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuhuan smiled sinisterly, her gaze as cold as a demon from hell, a stark contrast to her public persona.

Even Ruyan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.