Qin Minglang felt humiliated.
However, over the years, the Qin family has indeed relied on Jiang Qingwan's dowry to acquire their current luxurious mansion.
He dismissed the steward, coaxed Zhang away, and knelt down before Su Yulan, yielding to her will.
"Lan'er, you don't need to worry about the shop, but I really don't have any money for tonight's banquet."
Su Yulan was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode.
If the members of the Su family's eldest branch knew that she not only became a stepmother but also had to contribute to the family income, where would she put her face?
But when she returns to Beijing, the Su family will definitely be watching, and she absolutely cannot lose face.
Although unwilling, she still took out a silver note from her sleeve.
"Take this thousand taels. Tonight's victory celebration banquet must be grand. Tomorrow, after you receive your official position, go to the bank immediately and make them return all the money. Not a single copper coin is allowed to be left for Jiang Qingwan!"
Qin Minglang was overjoyed.
"Lan'er, don't worry. Jiang Qingwan dared to scheme against the Qin family, I won't let her get away with it. I'll immediately send someone to keep an eye on Puheng Bank."
A divorced woman who has money to rely on will only die faster.
The eighteen districts of the capital are teeming with desperados.
Do you really think you can live a peaceful life just by taking the money?
She would soon realize that being a servant in the Qin family was her only way to survive!
...
At this moment, Lian'er looked at the huge mansion and was so shocked that her mouth remained open for a long time.
"Miss...you're amazing! You just got on the carriage and said a few words, and that noble person bestowed such a large house upon you?"
The capital city has three districts, which are the most popular gathering places for dignitaries.
Chang'an District, in particular, was a place reserved for royalty and nobility.
Jiang Qingwan was standing in the backyard of the Ninth Prince's mansion.
As the emperor's most favored younger brother, Mo Yunhan's residence, even in the backyard, was much larger than that of an ordinary merchant's mansion, and its feng shui was excellent.
Everywhere you look, there are clusters of flowers, pavilions and towers, and a beautiful view every ten steps.
There are not many habitable rooms, but there are quite a few wine cellars.
The aroma of the wine was intoxicating.
This is clearly where Mo Yunhan usually relaxes and plays.
Jiang Qingwan took a deep breath. The aroma of wine and flowers mingled together, making her feel as if she had returned to the Qilian Mountains, back to the days when she fought with her master and senior brothers to steal wine and meat.
She was very satisfied with this arrangement.
She took out a stack of silver notes from her purse and handed them to Lian'er.
"Have Li Dou accompany you to buy some daily necessities. The quilts and clothes should be top-notch. When you come back, clean up the kitchen. We're going to stay here for a while."
The two agreed and left excitedly.
Jiang Qingwan turned around with her hands behind her back, then, remembering her business, she pushed open the wooden door connecting the palace to the backyard.
A group of shirtless guards who were exercising stood there dumbfounded.
Some people were hit on the feet by spiked clubs, and others were hit off course by darts. Screams of pain rose and fell.
Upon hearing the news, Mo Yunhan rushed over and dismissed the crowd, frowning as he looked at the woman who had just reached his chest.
"Isn't it supposed to start at night?"
Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but glance at his legs.
From this angle, the black aura appears even denser.
She pursed her lips, a restless glint in her eyes.
Mo Yunhan had the illusion that someone had pulled down his pants in the street; his face was gloomy and his voice was as cold as ice.
What exactly do you want to do?
Jiang Qingwan reluctantly came back to her senses, and with her small hand, she took out her private seal and bank receipt from another purse and handed them over.
"Send someone to Puheng Money Exchange to help me withdraw all of it."
Mo Yunhan already knew that Jiang Qingwan had been kicked out of the house.
They initially thought this was a woman's hidden stash of money, unknown to the Qin family.
Although he provided a place to stay, food, clothing, and daily necessities all required money, so taking money was certainly to make a living.
After he glanced at the amount on the receipt, he dismissed all his guesses.
This woman is very rich.
Sure enough, she seemed like a stray dog, demanding to live next door just to get close to him and cling to him.
How cunning and treacherous!
He didn't answer, but gave a cold, curt smile.
"You plan to carry so many silver notes with you at all times?"
“It is quite troublesome.” Jiang Qingwan frowned. “The manager of Puheng is a good person. The Qin family will find out about this money soon and will definitely make things difficult for me. Even if the money I earned goes down the drain, I can’t leave it to those people.”
She spoke frankly.
They were also honest about giving out the private seal and receipts.
They seemed completely unconcerned about what he might do.
After all, the amount on that table is not small.
This strange sense of trust, despite being a first meeting, made Mo Yunhan feel uneasy.
“Puheng is owned by me. No one can take your money without your consent.”
Jiang Qingwan's eyes lit up instantly. She deftly stuffed the private seal and receipt back into her purse, then pointed to the guards who were already dressed not far away.
"Send more people over there. When the Qin family goes to cause trouble, beat them up badly."
Mo Yunhan glanced down at her from his high position.
“If you harbor hatred, why didn’t you mention returning to the Qin family when I asked you what you wanted? Even if she is just a county princess, I have no fear of her grandfather.”
Jiang Qingwan shook her head. "How can they compare to you? You are more important."
After saying that, he turned and left, but after taking two steps, he turned back and gave another word of advice.
"Wait for me at midnight."
The wooden door clicked shut.
A group of onlookers were dumbfounded.
Their prince, known as an iron tree who never gets close to women, actually kept a young concubine in the backyard of his palace.
And they still want to have a passionate rendezvous at midnight?
Is it really that explosive?
Mo Yunhan, his long black robe standing still, exuding an air of refined elegance, felt a strange, throbbing flutter in his heart.
That line, "You are more important!" made my ears burn.
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