At this moment, in a prosperous courtyard of Prince Cheng's Mansion, sharp cries of pain were heard.

"An, Xin, I'm going to kill you."

"If you steal something from someone, you have to give it back." An Xin scratched his ears that were stung by the scream and said in a sad tone, "Look, he's only fifteen or sixteen years old. How could you be so cruel and almost suck him dry?"

"Bitch, you, I don't understand what you are saying."

Princess Cheng was stopped outside the door by An Xin and was not allowed to enter. She could only hear the intermittent voices of the two people talking inside.

Soon An Xin opened the door and asked Princess Cheng to instruct someone to send the bruised and battered Xiao Wenrou to the servants she had brought with her outside the palace.

An Xin didn't care about Princess Cheng having someone bring a cloak to cover Xiao Wenrou's wounds and then sending her away.

Princess Cheng walked into her son's room and came to the bed. She saw her son, who was originally pale and breathing more than he was breathing out.

Her complexion had improved a lot now, and her eyes had become brighter. She turned around in disbelief and looked at the woman sitting on the chair drinking tea.

"How did you do that?"

An Xin did not answer her, but said calmly: "Find a trustworthy doctor to take a look. If there is no problem, you pay the money you owe, and I will leave.

There are still many debts waiting for me to collect.”

As for the powder scraped off from the blood Ganoderma lucidum obtained in Nanyu a few years ago, and the luck that was taken away from him by the young master of Chengwang Mansion, he personally beat it out of Xiao Wenrou and returned it to his own body.

By using this two-pronged approach, they were able to rescue the young master of Chengwang Mansion, who had been deprived of his luck and was lying on a sickbed with one foot halfway into the coffin.

Princess Cheng ordered someone to invite the doctor who was employed by the palace to examine the young master and confirmed that he was really fine.

“Plop.”

An Xin lowered his eyes and looked down at Princess Cheng who was kneeling in front of him.

"Bang bang bang" An Xin hurriedly supported Princess Cheng who was about to kowtow to her.

Three heads is a salute for the living, and four heads is the etiquette for worshiping the dead. An Xin said that he really can't bear it now.

"I'm sorry for offending you just now, please forgive me."

An Xin raised her eyebrows. Of course I understood what Princess Cheng meant.

This was an apology for the contempt and disrespect she had received when she entered the palace just now.

Princess Cheng was just an ordinary woman in the harem. She knew that no matter how much she had done to save her son, it was of no avail.

Originally, she didn't quite believe that An Xin could save her son, so she agreed with an attitude of trying everything possible.

Princess Cheng didn't expect that she was about to die, but her son was actually saved by An Xin.

How could this not make Princess Cheng, who already felt that her life was hopeless, extremely excited and burst into tears of gratitude? She even knelt down to kowtow to An Xin to express her sincere gratitude.

Even if An Xin said at that time that she wanted to exchange her life for her son's life, Princess Cheng would agree.

Because he knew what kind of life a princess would live in the future if she lost her son.

An hour later, An Xin entered Prince Cheng's palace.

Just when the servants sent to investigate heard that An Xin would not pay off the debts and would definitely return empty-handed, or even be driven out by the always arrogant King Cheng and the Queen.

The gate of Prince Cheng's palace opened.

Boxes were carried out from the palace one after another. People saw through the cracks that were not tightly closed, a white mass of money. "Silver, a lot of silver."

King Cheng was holding a box in his hand, standing on the gate steps of the palace with a sullen face, looking coldly at An Xin who had followed him out with a calm expression.

"No, that's so embarrassing..."

An Xin showed her white teeth and pretended to push the gift away, politely refusing the thank-you gift that Princess Cheng was trying to force on her.

King Cheng's forehead was throbbing and he felt like crying when he saw the silver being taken out of the palace.

I glared at the hypocritical woman and said, "You don't want the gift money to save your son, so just leave quickly."

"!!!" Why does she look so upset?

"I just helped a little, but the princess insisted on paying me in order to live in peace. This is inappropriate, inappropriate..."

The people watching the excitement at the door glanced at the box given by Princess Cheng. Judging from its exquisiteness, it was impossible for it to contain cheap things.

When everyone saw An Xin refuse and look unwilling to accept it, they were jealous and anxious to go up to her and help her accept it.

A tall and handsome man in the crowd saw the cunning light in An Xin's eyes, and they raised the corners of their mouths slightly and smiled.

This is not about not wanting to collect it, it's clearly about wanting to collect it too much.

"miser."

The two looked at the man next to them who curled his lips and also had a smile in his eyes.

I didn't refute it and agreed with what he said.

An Xin curled her lips, looking like she couldn't refuse the kindness, and finally accepted the thank-you gift from Princess Cheng.

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Looking at the box placed at the gate of the palace, An Xin raised his eyebrows and saw King Cheng holding his head proudly with a stubborn look.

You can tell how upset he is right now.

An Xin knew that he was trying to make things difficult for her, so she just paid back the money and didn't care about the gift...

There were smart people watching the fun and they realized that King Cheng did this to make things difficult for An Xin, the debt collector.

They all laughed and wanted to see her make a fool of herself, "Ha!" An Xin said coquettishly.

This would be difficult for her.

She had already noticed that when they came, there was a team of guards following them not far away.

An Xin waved to Chi Lan, who had been waiting outside with a big flag, to come over and whispered something in his ear.

"Okay, got it."

Then everyone saw the young man carrying a large flag of the imperial edict on a bamboo pole and running towards an alley.

After a while, a team of forty or fifty people came out from there, arrived at the gate of the palace, and bowed to King Cheng, whose face was dark.

Then they moved the box that was placed at the gate of the palace to the carriage they had just hired.

An Xin walked past King Cheng and looked at him intently.

…

Wrong, her eyes should be focused on the box he was holding.

The leader of the guards who followed behind at An Xin's hint was also staring closely at the carved and gold-painted box in King Cheng's hand.

King Cheng's eyes were spitting fire and he handed over the box with gritted teeth. An Xin raised his chin towards the chief guard next to him.

The head of the guards paused. Just now, they saw An Xin accepting the box given by Princess Cheng in the alley not far away. They originally thought that he was a greedy person.

At this moment, her eyes were clear, without a trace of greed, as if the box in King Cheng's hand did not contain very precious things, but just some ordinary things.

The head of the guards changed his opinion of the woman with indifferent eyes from his initial contempt.

The leader of the guards received An Xin's hint, bowed respectfully to King Cheng, and reached out to try to take the box.

But I found that King Cheng was holding the other end tightly with a painful look on his face...

(End of this chapter)