As soon as Mo Zichen finished speaking, the people below the hall began to murmur amongst themselves.
Does anyone have any objections?
Mo Zichen narrowed his eyes, a chilling aura emanating from his body. His gaze was gloomy, and the words uttered from his thin lips were icy cold.
"I dare not, I will follow Master Zhuang's instructions." The crowd below had seen this kind of thing before, and they were all so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat, wiping the fine sweat from their foreheads.
"Since there are no objections, then I, the master of the manor, have one more thing I need my uncle to explain."
Qianfeng threw the ledger in his arms at Moyu, "Isn't this the ledger the one the master asked me to deliver yesterday? Is there something wrong with the ledger?"
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle, to explain to me why the business of Beiming Manor suddenly dropped by 70% after you took over?"
"Master, you may not know this, but since my second brother passed away, the business of Beiming Manor has been declining day by day. In the end, I was the one who used my own money to fill the gap. They can all testify to that."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, yes, yes," the crowd below echoed. They were now all in the same boat; if one of them got into trouble, none of them could escape.
Mo Zichen snorted, "Since you're all so united, then take a look at this."
Mo Zichen pulled an account book from his sleeve and threw it at Mo Yu. "Uncle, take a good look at this. Let those people see how much of their benefits you've taken over the years."
Mo Yu was already excited when she opened the first page, then the second page... the third page... and finally... it was full of the real accounts of Beiming Manor over the years.
"How...how did you get this in your hand..."
"Now that Uncle has seen it, let the others see it too."
Mo Zichen has truly given up his position as the head of the manor over the years. This ledger is evidence that Yue Xiyuan collected after he saw that Mo Zichen had given the Northern Ming Order to Yan An. He used the Dark Pavilion to investigate for many days.
In addition, there are some details about how his parents were murdered, but due to the passage of time, much of it is now impossible to find out.
When Yue Xiyuan gave it to him, he said to Mo Zichen, "Since you're going to give her this token, you have to let her use it without any scruples. Anyone who threatens An'an cannot exist."
So after he recovered, he left the capital and returned to Beiming Villa. He really owed Yue Xiyuan a huge favor.
The others weren't fools either; they could tell what had happened just by looking at the scene.
Now that the manor lord was in front of them, they were no longer afraid of Mo Yu and snatched the account book from his hands.
“Mo Yu, you are truly a despicable person! You saw that the manor lord was young and weak, so you seized real power from him. You even claimed that Beiming Manor had declined and needed a lot of money to fill the gap, and that you would give us more dividends every year. I never expected that you would be so treacherous and ambitious. Not only did you embezzle our family property, but you also stopped giving us dividends every year, and our monthly salary is getting smaller and smaller. Please, manor lord, do us justice!”
These people really do scatter like monkeys when the tree falls; they show no tolerance whatsoever when their own interests are at stake.
"Uncle, do you really think I was completely unaware of all the things you've done over the years?"
Mo Zichen stared at Mo Yu, his expression sinister, his gaze as cold as a thin blade.
No! No! He couldn't possibly have known; he was just a ten-year-old child then. Impossible! Impossible!
Mo Yu kept telling himself that Mo Zichen couldn't possibly know that he was the one who killed his parents and that he was the one who poisoned him.
"Since everyone agrees that this is the real ledger, then I give Uncle three days to return all the silver from the manor. I hope that by this time tomorrow, the real ledger will appear in my study." Mo Zichen's voice was extremely cold, sending chills down one's spine.
"Oh, right, since my uncle has committed such a grave mistake, how can we face our ancestors if he is not punished? Let's reduce the monthly salary of the Moyu family by 70%, and after returning all the silver in three days, move out of Beiming Manor."
“Master, what about us? For the past ten years or so, Mo Yu has withheld an unknown amount of our monthly salary. If this continues, the other branches of the Mo family will fall apart.”
These people didn't care about their status as descendants of the Mohists at all. They cried and wailed, saying that without money, they were nothing.
"Don't worry, after Uncle returns the silver, I will have Qianfeng return your monthly stipends for all these years according to the true accounts. So... I'll trouble you all to remind Uncle to return the silver as soon as possible these three days, so I can distribute it to you as soon as possible! Let's end the meeting here for today. Don't stay here any longer, go back."
Qianfeng pushed Mo Zichen toward the study. If it weren't for Mo Yu's men stopping him, the other members of the collateral branches would have given Mo Yu a beating.
After all, Mo Yu was just a concubine's son, essentially a servant, while today's guests were all heads of collateral branches of the family. They were going to beat him up!
"Master, do you intend for Mo Yu to take a desperate gamble and eliminate you within these three days?"
"Qianfeng, you've become smarter too."
“But Master Zhuang, you have just recovered. If something else were to happen, I really wouldn’t be able to face you.”
"It's alright. Didn't Jing Zhan give you a lot of poison? And An'an also gave me several bottles of Tianshan Water. If Mo Yu isn't eliminated now, there will be endless troubles later. Yue Xiyuan is right. I didn't think things through before giving the Bei Ming Order to An'an. Now that it's been given to An'an, we have to remove these troublesome weeds. Just wait. He won't wait three days. He'll probably make his move tonight. Go and prepare. This good show needs someone to watch."
Mo Yu returned to his study, clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, his eyes red with rage as he muttered something under his breath.
How did he get that ledger?
Even though he had eliminated Mo Zichen's father, his trusted confidants of so many years did not recognize him at all. It took him a lot of effort to barely replace half of them.
Mo Zichen has never been involved in business over the years, so he couldn't possibly know about these things. Someone must have been helping him.
"No, too much time is wasted. We'll make our move as soon as it gets dark."
If he doesn't act now, he'll have no chance at all; he wants Beiming Manor to belong to him completely.
The sky gradually darkened, as if knowing there was an operation planned for today, as not even a glimmer of starlight remained.
"Master, I personally saw Mo Zichen drink the medicine that the servant brought him, and he has already gone to his room and is probably asleep."
"Alright, take your guards and come with me to kill that little bitch. From now on, Beiming Manor will be mine, and you will enjoy endless wealth and glory."
"Thank you, Master. I will gladly die for you."
Bang! Mo Yu pushed open Mo Zichen's door and saw Mo Zichen lying peacefully on the bed, motionless. He raised his hand to signal the guards to surround the room.
"Mo Zichen, you've finally met your end! You never thought this would happen, did you? The poison I gave you more than ten years ago, I had a backup plan, adding poison on top of poison, let's see how you survive!"
Mo Yu lifted the blanket and found a pillow underneath, with no sign of Mo Zichen. "Damn it, we've fallen for their trap! Get out of here!"
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