The billionaire girl: Daddy and Mommy, love me again

The next day, the left prime minister did not attend the morning court.

The court officials were not surprised by this.

Emperor Mingde, as usual, slumped weakly on the dragon throne.

At the same time, the street in front of the Left Prime Minister's Mansion was crowded with people who came to watch the fun.

It was because someone had written words on the gate and walls of the prime minister's mansion with a blood-red paint.

Unfortunately, no one could understand those characters, and they looked like the writing of the Xishen Kingdom.

Those big blood-red characters looked extremely bloody and creepy.

If the paint had not given off a pungent smell, they would have thought that the Zuo Xiang's family had been wiped out. This was Zuo Xiang's blood.

Despite such a big commotion, the door of the Left Prime Minister's residence was closed and no one came out.

This makes everyone wonder if there are no survivors inside.

For this reason, someone reported it to the authorities.

Since the matter involved the Left Prime Minister, the government naturally did not dare to be negligent, and soon, officers and soldiers arrived at the scene.

They knocked on the door first, but after about a cup of tea, there was still no response.

Just as they brought the ladder and were about to climb in through the wall, the door slowly opened from the inside.

The doorman of the prime minister's residence looked at the huge crowd in confusion, and his confused mind immediately became clear after he had just woken up.

"What...what do you want to do?"

At this time, the official came forward with anger and asked, "You knocked on the door for a long time just now, why are you opening the door now?"

The concierge replied in surprise: "Ah? I didn't hear it. I just woke up."

The officer didn't want to talk to this brainless guy anymore. He just wanted to know what happened in the prime minister's residence?

"Where is the Left Prime Minister? Nothing happened in the mansion, right?"

"Ah? What could have happened? Why did you appear at the gate of the Prime Minister's residence?"

"See for yourself."

When the doorman saw the red graffiti on the gate clearly, he felt like the sky was falling.

"Who did it? Who did it?"

He was about to collapse. As a doorman, he didn't even know when someone had written on the door. This was a serious dereliction of duty. According to the rules of the Prime Minister's Mansion, even ten of his heads would not be enough for them to deal with.

"What are you still standing there for? Go and report to your master!"

The officer picked up the doorman who was lying on the ground and pushed him inside to call for help.

At the same time, Mrs. Zhao, the wife of the Prime Minister, suddenly felt a chill drilling into the top of her head.

She reached out her hand to touch her head in a daze, and suddenly, as if she had a nightmare, she shuddered violently and her eyes widened in an instant.

Her hands kept touching her head, which felt smooth, like a gourd.

"Where's my hair? Where's my hair?"

She kept stroking her head with both hands in fear.

But no matter how she touched it, it was all bald. When she touched the wound on her forehead, the stinging sensation made her believe that this was not a dream, she really became bald.

"Ah! Who is it? Who did it?"

When she sat in front of the mirror and looked at the head that was so smooth and clean without a single hair and even the eyebrows were shaved cleanly, she couldn't help but scream in horror.

The same scene was happening simultaneously in three other courtyards.

Qin Ruoshui also became bald.

Qin Jiang and Qin Wangyan were in a better situation than them, as they still had hair, but it was worse than having no hair at all.

Just because they were shaved into the bald hairstyle that is unique to the people of Xishen.

Before he could get angry, he heard a servant come to report that the food in the kitchen had been stolen and there was no rice to cook.

After a while, the housekeeper came to report that the storehouse in the mansion had been robbed and even the floor tiles and walls of the storehouse had been scraped off.

When Zuo Xiang heard this, he felt a fishy and sweet taste rising up his throat.

He seemed to have thought of something, and amidst the shouts of "Master! Master! Master...", he rolled and crawled, stumbling towards the main courtyard.

When he saw his magnificent darkroom turned into a pitch-black cellar, his eyes suddenly went dark, the world was spinning, and he fell backwards.

Fortunately, the butler caught him from behind: "Master, hold on, look, there is another letter here."

The left minister closed his eyes and opened them again reluctantly.

He took the envelope, and his hands shook violently when he saw the words on it clearly.

When he opened the envelope and saw the strange characters inside, he really fainted this time.

The characters on the letter were in Japanese language, which Zuo Xiang could not understand, but he couldn't figure it out either.

All signs indicate that this was a planned move by Xishen State against him, more like revenge.

But what is puzzling is that, logically, they should have brought a lot of people to move such a staggering amount of treasure.

Even everyone in his house was drugged.

What about the people outside? Didn't anyone hear the noise?

After the incident, the city gates were quickly blocked and suspicious persons were checked house by house, but they seemed to have disappeared out of thin air without leaving any trace.

Zhao and Qin Ruoshui cried all day long, asking him to find the culprit and cut him into pieces.

The father and son were too ashamed to see people with their bald heads, and they stayed in the house all day without going out.

After searching for a few days, I couldn't find any useful information.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was looking in the wrong direction.

Perhaps, this is a frame-up.

The person who had the ability and courage to do this was none other than his arch-enemy Zhang Shizhong.

I have to say, he couldn't be said to have guessed wrong.

After all, Zhang Shizhong was indeed an insider and was not completely innocent in this matter.

Look, he was currently listening to Cheng Xingwan's vivid description of the good things they had done to Zuo Xiangguan.

The corners of his mouth were pulled up and he couldn't suppress them.

"Naughty, so, what exactly did you write in the letter you left for him?"

Cheng Xingwan cleared his throat and said seriously, "Qin Sang, I will lend you some money. When you ascend the throne, I will mobilize the whole country to send you a generous gift!"

"Is this also what is written on his door and on the wall?"

"May the friendship between His Excellency the Left Prime Minister and His Majesty the Emperor live forever!"

"You kid, you are playing too big a trick. Aren't you afraid that he will do something desperate? After all, he has more than 300 important officials in his hands. If he wants to rebel, it will be easy for him to change the master of the world."

"With my uncle here, how high can a clown like him jump?"

Cheng Xingwan was not afraid at all. After all, she had already obtained the list of people who were poisoned. At worst, she would just be busy these days and help them to remove the poison. Let's see how he could resist.

"Besides, I'm not wrongly accusing him by doing this. He's not innocent to begin with."

After saying that, he threw a stack of letters on the table.

“You’ll know once you see it.”

In addition to Cheng Xingwan and Mo Junyi, there were Cheng Zeli, Cheng Laowu, and Zhang Shizhong and his son in the study.

They picked up the letter on the table out of curiosity, and when they read the contents of the letter, they were all dumbfounded and furious.

"What a good Qin Jiang! He has been colluding with the Japanese pirates for a long time."