Yuwen Linyuan's mind worked quickly: "Perhaps the palace maid took the wrong incense."
"The scents of two different incensees are mixed together." Si Jin pressed, "Was it really a mistake?"
“He took the wrong one,” Yuwen Linyuan said. “Once you’re asleep, I’ll punish him with thirty lashes tonight to uphold the law.”
So ruthless?
Si Jin frowned slightly. He was sure that if he didn't speak, the whip would definitely fall on the little wolf dog himself tonight.
How could he bear to do that?
"Let's not?" he suggested. "The palace servants didn't do it on purpose. Let them go. You hold me while I sleep. Don't leave in the middle of the night. I'm prone to nightmares."
"Alright." Yuwen Linyuan wanted to punish himself, but after hugging himself all night, he couldn't find a chance to leave. The next day was also the day of his coronation, so he had no choice but to go out like this.
On the day the emperor ascended the throne, he granted a general amnesty and exempted the slaves of the Sijin from slavery. Afterwards, he was busy with the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue's treasury.
After much effort, the Minister of Revenue was executed, but when the treasury was opened, it was completely empty; not a single penny was to be found.
Yuwen Linyuan was furious, and he remained absent-minded when he returned to his bedchamber for dinner.
She tried her best to suppress her anger in front of Si Jin, and habitually served him food, soup, and tested the temperature of the soup bowl.
“Today, Sun Wuyang asked me to go back to his hometown with him, saying he has something important to discuss with me.” Si Jin said, placing Sun Wuyang’s invitation in front of him: “I know where the money is, I’ll go back with him.”
"It's too dangerous." Yuwen Linyuan saw a glimmer of hope but still insisted, "I'll go."
"You're going?" Si Jin laughed. "Are you his son? I'll have the people from the Eastern Depot secretly follow me. Nothing will happen to me. You just sit here and wait for my good news."
Yuwen Linyuan dared not delay, so he sent Chen Yang, who had always followed Si Jin in the Eastern Depot, out.
Throughout the journey, Sun Wuyang was very amiable, until they arrived at the ancestral hall in his hometown of Mizhou, where he revealed his true purpose: "Jin'er, has the Emperor been very upset about the Ministry of Revenue running out of money lately?"
“Yes.” Si Jin stood there casually: “The new emperor has ascended the throne and everything is in ruins. He is counting on money to save his life, but that damned young martial arts alliance leader Mu Zijin has robbed the national treasury. The emperor is worried about not having money, which has kept me from getting off the dragon bed for several days.”
Upon hearing this, Sun Wuyang was even happier. Now that Jinjin was willing to acknowledge her ancestors and return to the family, it was a great blessing for his Sun family. He no longer sought to have an heir.
If Jin'er has the ability to make Yuwen Linyuan chase after only him, why shouldn't he be able to walk sideways in the court in the future?
"Let me tell you, I've moved this money under the ancestral hall." He chuckled, offering his advice: "If you and I join forces, we'll surely make the Emperor extremely grateful to us, and then..."
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As they were talking, Si Jin's long sword was placed against Sun Wuyang's neck. The man in red swayed his clothes and smiled, "I'm so excited, but Prime Minister Sun, I'm afraid you won't live to see that day!"
Sun Wuyang was taken aback, caught off guard by Si Jin's sudden change in attitude and unable to process it: "You..."
"I... I never intended to cooperate with you from the very beginning." Si Jin's peach blossom eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: "You don't really think I would forgive you for what you did to my mother, do you?"
The original owner's mother's revenge must be taken, and everyone involved will suffer a terrible death.
"Sun Sijin!" Sun Wuyang roared, "You've gone too far! The ancestral hall is surrounded by my personal guards..."
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Without the slightest hesitation, Si Jin slashed off half of Sun Wuyang's neck.
Then, grabbing his collar, he led him outwards. His skill was so high that he killed four or five of the guards who surrounded him in the blink of an eye.
As soon as he stepped outside, he threw the barely alive Sun Wuyang to the ground and mercilessly plunged his blood-stained longsword into his heart.
Then, amidst Sun Wuyang's infinitely desperate gaze, he skillfully gave orders to the guards who surrounded him from behind.
"Guards, blow up the Sun family ancestral hall!"
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