Looking around, there were only a few white curtains, a broken wooden coffin, two or three melons and fruits scattered on the incense table, and four or five servants gathered together to shout and gamble.

On the contrary, the tall carved candlesticks used by the servants and the burning white candles on them still gave off an aura of wealth and luxury.

Those servants probably didn't expect Qing Lan to come, so they hurriedly threw away the gambling tools in their hands and knelt on the ground, begging for forgiveness.

Qinglan waved her hand, signaling them to get up.

Naturally, she has no position and no intention to pursue it.[

"How many people are paying their condolences these days?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Marquis...no, there's no one to express condolences."

"Why would anyone express condolences?" The young man did not forget to add a sneer, "This is the fate of a traitor! Didn't the young marquis hear the rumors outside? I heard that things have turned upside down in Beijing. Fan Fan and Qing Jin

Who is not busy clearing up the relationship? I don’t know what your majesty means, but because of the reputation of the Hou Mansion, which is the richest in the world, I am afraid that the family will be confiscated and the clan will be exterminated, right? In fact, the young Marquis does not need to worry,

In just a few days, there will be results!"

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When she returned to Peiyuxuan that day, it was already late in the morning, and Qinglan felt extremely tired.

The various things she experienced during this day were close to the limit of her psychological endurance: the hard-to-find past, the strange state of possession, the striking similarities between her and the "Little Marquis", the impending murder...what else?

The goal of changing the world. Everything was so absurd yet so real that it was hard for her to accept but she had to accept it...

But there is still a trace of luck in her heart. Maybe, this is not a too real dream, right? When she wakes up, she returns to herself...

With such beautiful wishes and expectations, she fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I felt even more disappointed.

She is still in this body, and this body still does not belong to her.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she saw that it was already getting late again; in front of her was a long carved lacquered table with peony flowers and ribbons in the Peiyuxuan, with various account books and books piled all over the floor.

"Fei Yi, has the money from the Liu family been collected?" Her body, the "little marquis", leaned lazily on the edge of the table, held up an jade lamp, and asked slowly.

The clear wine in the glass swayed slowly as she shook the glass.

"Already collected! Ten large boxes were sealed with copper strips and sent directly to Mingluan Garden in the south. The Liu family's people hurried back without even touching the ground!" Fei!

Yi said, smiling like a silver bell, "It's rare that they collected one hundred thousand taels so quickly, it seems like they specially prepared it for us!"

"Where can I scrape up the money?" The young Marquis smiled and shook his head, "These 100,000 silver are from the batch allocated to Longxing Mansion for disaster relief ten days ago. There should be marks on them."

"Young Master didn't look at it, how did you know it was this money?" Feiyi was a little confused, "Shouldn't the money for disaster relief be in the Treasury of the Ministry of Revenue? How could it be sent from the Liu Mansion?"

The young Marquis sneered, "Where can it be in the warehouse of the Ministry of Revenue? The disaster relief funds were shipped to Longxing Mansion ten days ago. These 100,000 were left by Liu Shangshu himself, and they have not had time to be melted down and rebuilt."
Chapter completed!