His voice was hoarse and languid.
“This huge Qin mansion is worth at least ten thousand taels of silver. He only borrowed a thousand taels, didn’t he? If he loses it, he loses it. It’s good to add fuel to the fire and make everyone in the Qin family hate Jiang Qingwan even more.”
At this moment, Qin Minglang stood at the gate of the mansion, looking at the indenture and IOU, and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
He had initially felt guilty about his father's suffering in prison, but now he felt extremely fortunate and even hoped that his father could be imprisoned for eternity to prevent him from causing such trouble and embarrassment again.
Zhang said anxiously from the side, "Son, you must think of a way quickly. I am your mother. If I go to the gambling den to serve people, it will be a disgrace to you."
Qin Minglang certainly knew this.
He had just gotten seven thousand taels back from Ghost Face, and before he could even enjoy it, he lost another twelve hundred taels.
One thousand taels of gambling capital, two hundred taels of interest.
He was seething with anger, but there was nothing he could do. He secretly resolved that once he gained military power, the first thing he would do was to wipe out the gambling dens and vent all the pent-up frustration he had suffered these past few days.
After seeing Zhang Biao and the others off.
Zhang immediately set her sights on the silver notes that Qin Minglang had put into his pocket, her eyes gleaming.
“Son, your father gambled away all the money I had saved. Give me some; I need it for my daily expenses.”
Qin Minglang was so angry that his chest ached, but he suppressed his anger and reprimanded him.
"Mother, you have everything you need in the manor, why would you need money? I beg you, please stay here and don't cause me any more trouble."
Zhang was displeased upon hearing this.
"What do you mean I caused you trouble? In the five years you were gone, your father went to the gambling den, but how come Jiang Qingwan managed to keep the family safe and sound, with nothing happening? She even gave us money every month and brought us the best food."
“Look at the woman you married now. She has no money, doesn’t do any housework, and nowadays, she doesn’t even have your mother’s calming tea at night or bird’s nest porridge in the morning. Her life is not as comfortable as when Jiang Qingwan was alive.”
Qin Minglang also got angry.
"It was you who wrote to urge me to divorce Jiang Qingwan, so that her lowly birth wouldn't affect the Qin family. Now you regret it, go and beg someone to come back yourself."
He lost all interest in going back to be intimate with Su Yulan, turned around, and left the mansion alone.
As if possessed, they ended up in the alley behind the Ninth Prince's mansion.
Separated by a door, the fragrance of flowers wafting from inside, coupled with the memory of Jiang Qingwan's beautiful appearance, made him even more restless.
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