"Uh... I heard that the emperor is worried about the treasury's silver issue, so I came to see if there is anything I can do to help." Emperor Zi'an quickly thought of an excuse.

Can he say he came to steal his sister?

Of course not.

The great tyrant curled his lips slyly and simply followed his words and said, "Seventh Brother, you and Third Brother are the only ones in the palace recently, is everything ok?"

Emperor Zi'an's head shuddered.

I always have a bad feeling.

As expected, the great tyrant spoke up, "How about this, let you, Old Seven, figure out a way to deal with this matter and have all the officials raise funds. The more the better. How do you think?"

Emperor Zian was dumbfounded!

He he he can't do it.

The great tyrant sighed again, "Hey, I've already thought about it. This is a lucrative job. If anyone can do a good job of collecting donations from all officials, I will reward her with 10% of the money raised. Don't you think this is a good job?"

Emperor Zian immediately understood the tyrant's look.

Does the emperor want his sister to help him?

After all, my sister is a lucky little girl.

Although people are small, there is nothing they cannot accomplish.

Upon hearing this, Abao, who was eating melon in the tyrant's arms, gradually brightened up his dark eyes.

Silver...

Gold...

Emperor Zi'an nodded quickly and agreed, "My son's ability is limited, and I really can't do it. How about I help my father find someone else. All officials should raise money. If we raise 10,000 taels of silver, then I will have 1,000 taels in my hands."

There is so much silver and gold, not to mention some officials are extremely rich.

"Yes, yes, yes. Oily, oily, oily." Po nodded his head while eating the watermelon.

Of course she knew that some officials were very rich.

Every family has side businesses and countless industries, so they have more money than they can spend.

"Sister, you seem to have nothing to do, why don't you go?" Emperor Zi'an smiled at Abao.

Po paused while eating the watermelon. "What?"

"Could it be that my sister thinks she is incapable of doing this?"

[Okay, okay, I can definitely do it. If there is anything I will really do it. Even if I am dying I can't say I can't do it.]

[The point is, I'm still so young, how can you bear to let me go to collect donations?]

"Well, forget it, forget it. Let's not let my sister get involved in this. She's too young. In the eyes of those old-fashioned people, she's just a little kid who hasn't even grown all her hair yet.

They don't take my sister seriously. If I go, she might be scared and cry. Anyway, they always say that our royal family has a little princess who is spoiled and cries a lot." Emperor Zi'an shook his head and sighed.

Po quit.

The melon in my hand doesn't smell good anymore.

[How dare they call me a brat? Although I am a brat, they can’t look down on me.]

[You scared me to tears? I may be small, but I am very brave.]

[I am not a crybaby who is raised in a coquettish way. I want to let them know what a little devil of the royal family is.]

[Go away, it's just a fundraising event, watch me! ]

Po put the melon rind in his hand into the Tyrant's hand, then climbed down from his legs, put his hands on his waist, and said, "Daddy... let's go."

The great tyrant pretended not to understand and secretly gave Emperor Zi'an a thumbs up.

Lao Qi's method of provoking others is really great, hahaha.

Look how the little girl has been tricked.

"Ahem, where do you want to go, Po?"

Ah Bao pointed to the money bag on his waist seriously and said, "Diamonds...Diamonds for money."

Make money!

The Tyrant understood. At this moment, the atmosphere was set. Even if he didn't understand, he had to say he understood. "Ah Po, are you trying to raise funds for our Tiansheng Dynasty?"

"That's right!"

The tyrant was immediately moved and burst into tears. His tears were real. "My good darling, my good daughter, I will give this good job to A-bao."

Abao pursed his lips and nodded his head.

While wiping his tears, the great tyrant glanced at Emperor Zian and said, "Boy, you did a good job!"

"Ahem, let Feng Zhuo keep a close eye on Abao. Then, you can take Abao to visit the officials' homes. Abao is almost one year old now. It's time for the officials to get to know the Tenth Princess of our Tiansheng Dynasty."

At this time, the officials did not know that their nightmare was about to come.

Emperor Zi'an quickly responded.

Holding Abao, he walked out of the temple.

When Abao caught a glimpse of the handsome man on the dragon chair, his heart began to beat fast.

Why did she feel that something was wrong?

Forget it.

Go make money!

…

…

Abao's first stop was the Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

Originally, Abao and Di Zi'an were planning to come to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion again today. After all, Abao hadn't seen Sister Lan Yixiuan since his luck changed last night.

When I left last night, I didn’t say goodbye to Sister Lan.

"Jinjin, what happened to you today?" In the main hall, Yang looked at Lan Jinjin who came in with a limp and hurried forward, "How could you break your leg just by sleeping last night?"

Before, Lan Jinjin was very lucky.

From childhood to adulthood, I have never been injured or bled.

Even if they went out to hunt in the back hills, all the birds and beasts would just crash into rocks and die, and would never hurt Jinjin in the slightest.

Lan Jinjin's face was slightly pale. She was supported by a maid and sat on a chair. She was sweating profusely from the pain. "Who would have known? I broke my leg when I woke up and got out of bed this morning. I'm so unlucky."

Lan Yixiuan walked in and saw Lan Xiang in the hall.

I don’t know if it was Lan Jinjin’s illusion, but the moment Lan Yixiuan appeared, she always felt that Lan Yixiuan was glowing?

Lan Yixuan entered the hall. Lan Xiang, who had been sitting still, chuckled and said, "Xuan'er is here, sit down."

Lan Yixiuan nodded.

Lan Jinjin felt jealous.

"Sister's leg...was it broken when she fell from a stool?"

Lan Yixiuan just opened her mouth.

Lan Jinjin, who was sitting on a stool, fell to the ground with a bang.

The stool just now broke into pieces in an instant.

One of Lan Jinjin's legs was broken, and now the other leg was also sprained.

Suddenly, Lan Jinjin felt a piercing pain in her heart and her face turned pale.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?" Lan Jinjin said coldly, feeling in pain.

"Jinjin, how do you talk to Xuan'er? Your father is listening here. Xuan'er cares about you, but you are so cold and sarcastic." This second daughter was very different from the second daughter he usually saw.

Yang: "Master, you can't be mean to Jinjin. Jinjin broke her leg, but you didn't care about her. You were mean to her. It's really..."

"She broke her leg, so she's right? She broke her leg, and it's none of Xuan'er's business."

Upon hearing this, Yang burst into tears, "Grandpa, didn't we agree that we should be nice to Jinjin so that she can feel the warmth of home? To be honest, Jinjin and I have no blood relationship.

Jinjin is such a good girl, if she gets sad and runs away from home, what will we two do?"