Murong Xingchen had already figured it out on the way back. The secret guards assigned by the Emperor hadn't been used until now, and now it was time to put them to use. Sure enough, the Emperor had pointed out the way; it was just a matter of whether his family would cooperate.
Regarding the counterfeit silver, although the Murong family was not the mastermind, they could not escape blame. In recent years, the eldest uncle's power in the court had grown increasingly strong, and his protégés were scattered throughout the officialdom. He had also begun to express unconventional opinions on important court matters, often displeasing the emperor. His patience until now seemed to be a prelude to settling scores.
I don't know what Father was thinking. He became irreconcilably opposed to Dugu Zijun over a prostitute, and now she's dead. Dugu Zijun is also physically disabled and mentally unstable. How could the Prefect possibly swallow this insult?
Since the counterfeit silver was discovered, the court officials were filled with unease and all distanced themselves from the Murong family. At this point, if they were to get involved in this Jianghu token, they would likely only face certain death.
To save themselves, they had no choice but to painfully cut off their own limbs and wait for the emperor's wrath to subside before they could barely survive and plan for the future.
At this moment, Murong Feng couldn't care less about his entire family; protecting himself was more important. The number of secret letters he received over the past few days had decreased, indicating that his henchmen had sensed the danger and were all focused on self-preservation. He had sent eight letters to his brother, but only received one reply: "Act according to the situation."
Now, seeing his once taciturn youngest son choose an escape route in the shortest amount of time, Murong Feng couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect. This son had always lived a transparent life, but unexpectedly, he was the most meticulous one in the family.
Murong Feng nodded, as if he had made his final decision. He pushed open the study door, turned the inkstone on the table, and a hidden door popped open behind him. The father and son first took out a brocade box from the hidden room, and inside were the three identical pieces of jade.
“Chen’er, to be honest, I tried to stop your uncle when he brought up that terrible idea, but I couldn’t resist the temptation and agreed. These three jade pendants are the result of my hard work and have been stained with a lot of blood. I can’t bear to smash them now. You can take them and deal with them!” Murong Feng said, handing the box containing the jade to his son and turning away.
Murong Xingchen smiled briefly. He took the box, put the jade pendant in his pocket, and then put on a look of fear and trepidation. He said to his father, "Chen'er will handle this matter properly and not let our family fall into dire straits."
Murong Feng did not turn around, but kept his head down and raised his hand.
Murong Xingchen had many things to do, so he clasped his hands in a fist salute and quickly left.
He first returned to his courtyard, dismissed his attendants, and went inside. Only then did he take out the three pieces of jade from his robes and place them in his palm. He channeled his inner energy into his right hand and gently covered his left hand. A burst of light erupted, and a beam of light slowly entered his pulse from his palm, then traveled to his eight meridians.
As the afterglow faded, she opened her hand again, only to find that the three pieces of jade, once emerald green, had all turned to ashes. Murong Xingchen gently poured the ashes into the roots of the asparagus fern beside her.
At this moment, he looked like a drug addict who had just taken illicit drugs, with bloodshot eyes and bristling hair all over his body, which was quite frightening.
When the door opened and he reappeared, Murong Xingchen had already returned to his gentlemanly demeanor.
He first went to his mother's courtyard, checked on his sister's injuries, and the two siblings joked around for a bit before finding a safe place to roughly tell their mother about their plan.
Mother was no ordinary woman; she merely frowned and said, "Isn't this the best way out now? Chen'er, go and do it with peace of mind, and be careful in everything you do."
Upon returning to the government office, Murong Xingchen immediately took out his token, asked Liu Xun to lead out a thousand secret guards, and dispatched them out one by one for the assassination missions.
The guards received the order and scattered.
After leaving the Emperor's residence, Qiu Zeyu returned directly to Longyang Town. He wanted to know as soon as possible what Lan Yamei's plans were for this martial arts auction. If she showed her face, wouldn't there be endless trouble? If she didn't show her face, how could the auction proceed?
Upon hearing Aunt Guan's words, Grandpa Ouyang immediately hung a "For Sale" sign at the door of the shop. Because the old courtyard was grandly renovated and very quiet, it was quickly purchased for 30,000 taels of silver. Grandpa Ouyang received the money and handed it to Aunt Guan. Without a second thought, Aunt Guan turned around and gave it to Lan Ya Mei.
Lan Yamei silently accepted the money and tucked it into her bosom. Now was not the time for sweet talk. She would wait until the auction concluded successfully, and she had received the large sum of money to purchase the Flower Pavilion. Once she had reorganized her plans, she could then offer those kind words to the two of them. She was truly grateful to these relatives, who were not related to her by blood, for trusting and supporting her!
Yangyang has completely let go of his burdens and is much more lively now. The female clerk at the counter who can read asked him to help with the accounts, and the two of them talked quietly in front of the counter.
This time, Lan Yamei was much more careful with the business, and she didn't dare to completely leave it to Tie Tou. She would still check around whenever she had free time. Now that the lunch rush was over, Lan Yamei was thinking about finding a carpenter to partition off a two-story shop in front of the store overnight. After a rough calculation, she realized that the cost would be considerable, and turning one shop into two would make it lose its grandeur. So, she turned her attention to the Zui Xiang Restaurant across the street.
While chewing on peanuts, he strolled into Manager Wang's restaurant.
A group of waiters were cleaning and wiping everywhere in the restaurant, but no customers came in. When they saw Manager Lan coming in from across the street, they greeted him warmly.
Upon hearing the noise, Manager Wang came out of the kitchen with a long face and said, "Oh dear! Manager Lan, you've finally arrived! Quickly, help me take a look. How can this fish be sliced so thinly? We've been practicing since the day before yesterday and still haven't succeeded." He then asked Lan Yamei to hurry to the kitchen to take a look.
Upon entering the kitchen, they saw the cutting board covered with fish heads, and piles of fish meat stacked like small mountains. The three cooks, their fists drooping dejectedly, were exhausted and their backs ached.
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