Chapter 34: The City God owes me four wishes
"Um."
Cen Xiaoan nodded without hesitation: "You are half my daughter. I am naturally happy that you can avenge us."
"But if it doesn't work out, I hope you can live well."
In this way... the General's Mansion of Protector of the Nation will not be considered extinct.
"I thought you would ask me to give birth to a child and let one inherit the Cen surname." Qin Yinyao raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.
People in the world have many selfish desires.
How could Cen Xiaoan be so selfless as to entrust his huge fortune to a stranger without any purpose?
Just because this stranger used his daughter's body, does that mean he has the Cen family bloodline?
"Don't speak in secret in front of others." Cen Xiaoan smiled bitterly: "If you were engaged to someone else, I would naturally want someone to inherit the Cen family. But you will marry the prince in the future, the royal family..."
There is absolutely no reason for a princess of royal blood to inherit the surname of a minister.
"I can't make a promise." Qin Yinyao told the truth.
She traveled in modern times for some time. Even though men and women are equal in modern times, it would still be controversial if one wanted a child to take the mother's surname after marriage.
What's more, this is where imperial power is supreme.
"But if I am lucky enough to have many sons and daughters, I will do my best to ensure that my daughter inherits the Cen family name and that she can marry into the family in the future."
"By then, all children born, regardless of gender, will have the surname Cen and will be descendants of the Cen family."
This is the only thing she can fight for the Cen family in the world of the living.
The corners of Cen Xiaoan's eyes were red, without any sound or tears, but it made people feel sad just looking at him.
"These are things that will happen a long time from now." Qin Yinyao avoided her gaze.
He swallowed hard, calmed down his emotions, and then continued, "It's really shameless to use empty words to exchange for your Cen family's huge fortune."
"I'll give you two some, mother and daughter. You can enjoy it."
She stood up, kicked off her shoes and walked to the table, spread out the rice paper, and picked up the brush.
Without dipping the brush in ink, he wrote something directly on the paper, then opened the lampshade and lit the rice paper.
After a few breaths, the completely burned rice paper turned into an invisible document, floating in front of Cen Xiaoan.
The floating golden lines on it are depicted in obscure characters.
"The City God owes me four wishes. I will grant you and your daughter one each."
"Keep it. When you've figured out what you want, you can always go to the City God to get it. As long as it's not something he can't achieve, like becoming an immortal instantly, he won't dare to refuse."
After a pause, he added, "I gave you the Soul-Nourishing Pill I asked the City God for, and you replenished your spirit at the Sitianjian. Your spirit and soul are still a little weak."
"Although the Soul Nourishing Bottle can warm the souls of you and your daughter, it is ultimately just an artifact and its effect is minimal."
"It's best... to report to the City God as soon as possible."
Both of them died unjustly. Hua Niang had a strong evil spirit, but her soul had never been lost. She became a fierce ghost and was able to stay in the world of the living for a long time.
Even so, perhaps avoid the midday sun.
What’s more, it’s a soul that has been trapped in the Borrowed Luck Array for more than ten years?
If it weren't for that soul-nourishing pill and the Sitianjian's methods, the day his injustice was redressed would be the day his soul would be shattered.
Cen Xiaoan's eyes were filled with reluctance and uneasiness: "I...I understand. We will report as soon as possible."
"When a person's life span ends, his soul returns to the underworld. Only after he completes his life span in the underworld will he be reincarnated." Qin Yinyao understood her reluctance at a glance.
The closest relatives are first separated by death, and then by the Yin and Yang.
Now that we are finally together, how can we bear to be separated?
"You and your daughter have committed no sins. Just report your crime and go through the formalities. You will then be sent to the underworld by the underworld messengers to live out your life there."
"When the time comes, you can live your life however you want, as long as you don't do evil."
"The Yin life span is much longer than the Yang life span. The bond between mother and daughter will not end so soon."
"Besides, there's no difference between down there and the living world. The biggest difference is that down there, even during the day, the sky is gray."
Of course, this only applies to those who are without sin.
Those who commit sins will be punished according to their crimes. If they do, they will be thrown into the oil pan, and if ... mountain of knives.
Cen Xiaoan's fear of the unknown and uneasiness of separation completely dissipated.
I subconsciously wanted to ask, how did A Yao know about the underworld?
The words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.
The A Yao in front of him can drive away evil spirits and beat up the underworld officials. His origin is probably as scary as what is written in the storybook.
Better not ask.
His eyes lit up a bit: "I'll take her to the Cen Mansion to have a look. At night, we'll meet the old man from the Cen family, and then report to the City God."
"Yeah." Qin Yinyao nodded.
Thinking of something, Youyou sighed with a complicated feeling.
"I have finished my business. Your senior brothers are still waiting for you in the yard." Cen Xiaoan said in a gentle voice.
As I was talking, my sleepiness disappeared, and the annoyance of being sleepy was gone.
Chunqi heard the noise, came in with water and helped her wash up.
A moment later, Qin Yinyao came to the pavilion: "Several senior brothers are here."
"I'm disturbing Junior Sister's lunch break." Li Cheng's straight brows softened a bit. "Have you recovered from your fatigue?"
"Not bad." Qin Yinyao nodded slightly and sat down casually on the fence of the pavilion: "Mother Cen told me that her dowry and the property of the Protectorate General's Mansion will all belong to me."
"The brothers are worried that too much money will arouse envy and lead to schemes against us."
"I don't know much about these things. I wonder if any of you brothers have any good ideas?"
Housekeeping and accounting are too brain-intensive. Give it to someone who has brains and is willing to use them. She doesn't want to use any of them.
Li Cheng and his companions looked at each other.
Qin Yinyao: I understand.
She tilted her head to look at Nanny Xia who was serving beside her: "Madam, you were the head nanny in the palace before, so you must be familiar with accounting. Why don't you take care of this matter?"
Leave professional matters to professionals.
Nothing wrong.
Nanny Xia was not surprised by Qin Yinyao's trust.
Imperial servants could amass wealth, but they could not covet their masters' money. Otherwise, they would become ghosts and not know how or when they died.
She sorted out her thoughts and said, "I can do the job, but the money is too much, so it's inevitable that some people will have bad intentions."
"Besides, there are too many things that can be done. This old servant feels that if the master doesn't want to toss around for half a year or a year, he still needs to discuss a countermeasure with His Highness."
"Half a year or a year?!" Qin Yinyao exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Is it so troublesome?"
Chunqi's eyes were gentle, "Master, don't think it takes too long. Money matters are always troublesome."
"There are so many ways to manipulate dead objects. Shops are even more sophisticated, short selling, losing money. A profitable shop can lose the money of two shops in just two months."
"And the fertile farmland and the tenant farmers are even more troublesome."
"These properties have been in the Marquisate for many years. Even if the accountant hasn't changed, I'm afraid the Marquisate's name has changed. To suddenly ask the Marquisate to give them up would be like cutting off flesh. How could they bear to do that?"
Li Ming, who was listening in, nodded repeatedly: "If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to do it either."
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