He waved his hand, signaling his men to take Heshen's body away and give it a proper burial.
He leaned against the attic window, watching the sparse raindrops in the sky, feeling somewhat bored.
One less rival, life feels as lonely as an avalanche.
With Heshen's death, other grain merchants also failed to hold on.
The Marquis's grain has been sold for several days now.
There is no indication of a price increase, nor any sign of shortages.
This made their hearts sink to the bottom.
Countless families in Jiangnan sent their disciples to the capital despite the heavy rain.
They dared not cause trouble for Li Chang'an, so they could only deal with their own manager.
Li Jiaqi looked at the young man sitting in the chair and felt his legs start to tremble uncontrollably.
Aside from Heshen, he spent the most money to buy grain.
That's him.
The young man looked at the account book, then at Li Jiaqi kneeling on the ground, and felt his eyes turn red.
"In just one month, you spent two million taels of silver from me and Lian Sheng to buy a bunch of worthless grain."
"You piece of trash."
The young man kicked Li Jiaqi over, then grabbed a chair and began punching and kicking him repeatedly.
After he had finished beating, he was panting heavily when he spoke to his servants.
"Someone, bring out the rice from the warehouse."
He looked at the ledger and said, "You bastard, don't you like hoarding food? I'll let you hoard as much as you want."
After saying that, the young man ordered his men to hold Li Jiaqi down, preparing to let him eat his fill.
Seeing the murderous intent in the young man's eyes, Li Jiaqi struggled frantically and begged for mercy, "Spare me, young master, spare me!"
The servants ignored his struggles, pinned him to the ground, and kept feeding him food.
Perhaps they felt that Li Jiaqi was being fed too slowly with his mouth closed.
A burly man punched him, breaking his teeth, then took out a bamboo tube and forced it into his mouth before putting grain down his throat.
The young man watched as Li Jiaqi slowly choked to death from the food.
The burly man dropped the corpse, walked behind the young man, and asked, "Young Master, what do we do now?"
"What else can we do? Notify everyone to retreat to Jiangnan."
"I would rather be an enemy of the White Lotus Sect than oppose any immortal disciple."
"Have these grains delivered to the Marquis's residence, and say that Lian Sheng and I are apologizing to him."
"Also, tell any of the immortal disciples that the person behind Heshen is the leader of the White Lotus Sect, the Eternal Mother."
"Lian Sheng and I were just being used."
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