Once the small wooden box was opened, He Yunxiao was speechless.
A thick stack of gold and silver certificates was placed on top of the wooden box.
He Yunxiao picked them up, counted them, and found a total of 11,850 taels.
He Yunxiao will never forget this number.
This was a dubious deal that occurred on the very first night of Daqi Bank's opening. It was this deal that gave them confidence; it was this deal that provided the funds to subsidize merchants and customers, directly leading to Daqi Bank's later establishment and rapid growth.
Without this money, He Yunxiao doesn't know what would have become of himself and Daqi Bank.
Failure is the most likely outcome.
The stack of gold and silver certificates that Sister Jiang had hidden away now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Even He Yunxiao, a ninth-rank martial artist, was so shaken that his hands trembled and he could barely hold it.
Since his transmigration, even when faced with Chu Chu, who was initially unreasonable and wanted to kill him, He Yunxiao never shed a tear out of fear. Even later, when faced with the endless torment of the Soul-Devouring Pill, He Yunxiao never shed a tear from the pain. And even when faced with the blow of his wife Nan Zhu's "breakup," He Yunxiao didn't shed a single tear.
But now, he's raised his head because of a stack of worthless scraps of paper.
The seemingly sturdy wooden house of Chunfeng Tower is swaying in the wind and rain, and a torrential downpour is brewing under the seemingly clear night sky.
This illusory rain fell on He Yunxiao's parched heart, but instead of moistening everything, it made everything more resolute.
He wiped his face with his sleeve. At this moment, He Yunxiao had no doubts or hesitations whatsoever.
Sister Jiang's identity? Forget about her identity.
I, He Yunxiao, have always sided with my family regardless of right or wrong. Jiang Wuyou is my wife, and that is her greatest identity.
I don't care if she's a spy from Qi, Yan, or some other random force. Even if she's a princess or empress of Yan, so what?
She's my woman, and I'm determined to protect her.
He Yunxiao had already weighed the options in his mind.
So what if Sister Jiang really has something to do with the Yan Kingdom?
She has ties to the State of Yan, so I will go to the battlefield to kill enemies in her place. For every mistake she has made against the State of Qi, I will kill as many Yan soldiers as she has committed. Merits and demerits cancel each other out, and no one can touch her.
Even the royalist heroine Meng Qingqian is no match for her.
Meng Qingqian is the female lead, and so is Sister Jiang. Who's afraid of whom? If she dares to touch my Sister Jiang, I'll just rebel! I'll make Meng Qingqian, the female lead who's second only to me, serve me as a maid every day, doing things like serving tea and water, warming the bed, and massaging my shoulders.
He Yunxiao put the gold and silver vouchers aside and took out the remaining scraps of paper from the small wooden box to look at them. After seeing that the scraps of paper were all about him, He Yunxiao was once again pushed to his breaking point by Sister Jiang.
Waaah, Wuyou, my Wuyou...
However, judging from the information on these scraps of paper, He Yunxiao finally understood Sister Jiang's identity.
Yan state spies, even those holding high-ranking positions. (www.cascoo.net)
Having just wiped his face, and now knowing the truth, He Yunxiao felt no emotion.
Although he was a transmigrator and his feelings for this world were not yet deep, he had, after all, transmigrated into the body of the eldest son of Marquis Wuqing. It could be said that, whether he admitted it or not, he enjoyed the power, convenience, and privileges of being the eldest son of Marquis Wuqing.
He Yunxiao wouldn't do something like cursing while breastfeeding.
Having enjoyed these privileges, his stance was undoubtedly aligned with the State of Qi. Besides, his father, Marquis Wuqing, had earned his title through military exploits fought for Qi.
A father who protects his country may have a son who is dissolute and incompetent, but he cannot do something as shameful as selling out his country for a woman.
He Yunxiao tidied up the two wooden boxes and put the bed back in its original position.
Since he couldn't betray his country, he only had one choice: to win over Sister Jiang to the Qi state, allowing her to atone for her crimes through meritorious service, thus offsetting her transgressions. Ultimately, she could achieve self-redemption and face everything with dignity.
We don't yet know Sister Jiang's feelings towards the Yan Kingdom. What if she's a loyal fan of the Yan Kingdom? We can't be rash about this. We should wait until we bring her to live in the Marquis's mansion before slowly testing her.
He Yunxiao had already decided that regardless of whether Sister Jiang was willing to cooperate with him or not, she would proactively provide the court with intelligence about the Yan Kingdom in order to atone for her crimes. He would ensure her privacy and prevent her from directly communicating with the court. He would have to negotiate with the court himself.
Firstly, his status as a son of a marquis is very safe, and his status as the legitimate son of the Marquis of Wuqing is even safer; he has no motive whatsoever to defect to the enemy. He is a suitable intermediary.
Secondly, He Yunxiao didn't entirely trust the people in the imperial court. Firstly, the court was currently divided into two factions, and secondly, there was a possibility that high-ranking officials were actually Yan spies. If he were unlucky enough to find a Yan spy to negotiate with, and they discussed selling Yan intelligence, then he would be completely finished.
After much deliberation, He Yunxiao decided that he still needed to find the girl who could provide the antidote.
As Meng Qingqian's confidante and a member of the Li clan of Jiangnan, Jieyao, like herself, had no motive or possibility of siding with the Yan Kingdom. At least, both she and Meng Qingqian, the two leading ladies of the royalist faction, were reliable.
Just as He Yunxiao was thinking about how to redeem Sister Jiang, familiar footsteps came from outside the door, growing louder and closer.
The footsteps sounded so familiar; it must be Sister Jiang.
He Yunxiao quickly hid by the door of the inner room of the boudoir, pressing herself tightly against the wall, waiting for her sister to come in.
Jiang Wuyou walked into the house with a smile on her face, holding a 10,000-tael silver note and her own indenture.
"Yunxiao? Xiao'er?"
As soon as she entered the inner room, a huge thing hugged her from behind.
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