Just as he stepped out of the courtyard, Qin Gong rushed in in a great hurry.
Seeing this, he immediately adopted a stern father demeanor, stretched out his hand, and said, "Give me five hundred taels."
It's stated as if it were perfectly natural.
Qin Minglang was puzzled.
"Father, you didn't stay out all night, did you? Why do you need so much money? What did you do last night?"
Qin Gonggong snorted.
"I went to the Sifang Casino for a bit. Jiang Qingwan used to keep an eye on me, but now you're going to try and control your old man too? I lost money gambling, so I wrote an IOU. Give it to me right now!"
Qin Minglang's anger instantly surged to the top of his head.
Yesterday, he shamelessly borrowed a thousand taels from Su Yulan to make ends meet, but his father lost five hundred taels in one night.
"I have no money, and there's no money at home either. You lost the money gambling, so you'll have to figure out a way to make a living from it."
After saying that, he turned and left, but couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Damn Jiang Qingwan, he entrusted his family to her and she raised him to be like this?
Qin was so anxious that he jumped up and down when he didn't get the money.
Suddenly remembering the gifts he received last night, he had another idea.
If they didn't give him money, he would offer something as collateral.
Anyway, they all belong to the Qin family.
Qin Minglang was completely unaware of this.
He strode confidently into the palace walls.
They walked together toward Zhengyang Hall with many court officials.
This was his first time attending the morning court session.
Previously, due to their low official rank, they had no chance to meet the emperor.
Several officials who had come to the mansion to offer congratulations the previous night came over with smiles and flattery, making Qin Minglang's face glow with pride.
Just as they were having a pleasant conversation, the officials who were chatting and laughing suddenly bowed in unison, as if cats had seen mice.
"Your humble servant pays respects to the Ninth Prince."
Ninth Prince?
That powerful and influential official, the Nine Thousand Years Old?
Qin Minglang was so frightened that he quickly turned around and bowed to Qin Minglang.
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