Quick Wear: Fake White Rabbit! The yandere boss needs to be disciplined

Bad news came from the Su Mansion again. Master Su could not bear the pain of losing his wife and son and passed away.

Su Jun became a poor and helpless person in the eyes of others.

Little did he know that Su Jun was counting money in the backyard until his hands were tired.

The wealth of the richest man in the capital is not exaggerated. Not only are his businesses spread all over the country, he also has assets in neighboring countries. There is even a tendency that his assets will exceed those of Dayong.

He counted for three days without sleep before Su Jun finally counted the property in the mansion.

A businessman has a keen sense of smell. Su Jun nodded in praise, took a sip of tea, and continued to copy the account book.

...............

Royal Palace

The emperor in the Golden Throne Hall had his eyes covered with red silk and was surrounded by dancers holding wine jugs.

"Your Majesty, guess who fed you this grape," the pretty woman said, and she pointed her finger at the corner of the emperor's lips, causing the emperor to laugh out loud.

"Of course my dearest"

The emperor ate the grapes fed to him by the beauty, then turned around to drink the wine fed to him by the beauty. He was very happy.

Outside the palace, the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet and his attendants were stopped by the eunuchs at the door.

"Your Majesty is busy with important matters, and will not see anyone else."

The ridiculous laughter from inside the hall came into my ears through the door.

The Grand Secretary's old face was so embarrassed that it seemed like blood could drip out.

This is what the emperor calls important matters?!

"I have been ordered to deliver the palace examination papers to Your Majesty for review. How can I be an outsider?"

In a rage, he pushed aside the eunuchs blocking the door, knelt in front of the hall and said loudly: "I, the cabinet minister Yang Xiu, come to see His Majesty!"

"This pedantic old man ruins my mood"

The emperor tore off the red silk in front of his eyes, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes, and angrily pushed open the palace door.

"Your Majesty, I am honored to see you!"

A group of attendants behind him saluted and raised the brocade box containing the test papers above their heads.

"What's the point of making so much noise?"

The emperor glanced at everyone and said, "Leave this trivial matter to Wei Jie. Why bother me?"

"His Majesty?!"

The Grand Secretary looked up in astonishment, and the emperor only left him with his back.

Laughter and joy were heard again.

The eunuch beside the emperor laughed disdainfully and said, "Please, Lord Yang. From now on, you can go and see the Thousand Year Old Master for such trivial matters yourself."

Thousand Years Old Lord?

Yang Xiu closed his eyes in grief.

In this court, the surname is Wei now, not Chu.

…………

Next to the dragon throne in the imperial study, there is a special dragon chair, which is the seat for the Nine Thousand Year Old.

However, the man did not sit on the Jiaolong Chair, but sat on the bright yellow dragon chair.

"Sir, Yang Xiu is outside the palace asking for an audience"

The palace maids spoke with caution, fearing that the man on the dragon throne would be displeased and lose his head.

“Let him in”

The Grand Secretary was brought into the imperial study by palace servants, and he was sweating profusely after walking a few steps.

When he saw the upright figure on the dragon throne, he was horrified and knelt down in haste.

The man was dressed in a dark python robe and looked sinister. A black and gold mask covered most of his face, leaving only his smooth chin exposed. He had a few strands of white hair at his temples and a pair of dark eyes that were as cold as a snake.

"Old minister, I pay my respects to the 9,000-year-old man."

He bowed his head and kowtowed, not daring to linger for long.

"I heard that Lord Yang went to the Golden Palace. Why did he come back to the Imperial Study?"

"?!!"

He had only been in the palace for a short time, and the news had already reached Wei Jie?

The Grand Secretary was so frightened that his hair stood on end. Wei Ji's ambition was obvious, but the emperor believed in treachery rather than loyalty.

"I am just here to see His Majesty, and now I am here to ask His Majesty to review the papers."

"Pfft"

His words were hilarious, one after another, making people very happy.

"On the way? Hahaha, I thought Lord Yang was so honest, but you know how to flatter me?"

Lord Yang's face turned pale and blue at the ridicule, but he had nothing to refute. He just lowered his head in shame and anger.

"What do you mean, sir? Please forgive my ignorance."

"Forget it, just kneel down."

Wei Jie raised his hand to interrupt Yang Xiu, pointed at the table, and nodded to the attendant kneeling on the ground, "You, bring the paper over here."

When his name was called, the servant was so frightened that he almost dropped the brocade box.

He stood up tremblingly, walked forward and presented the brocade box to the man.

I casually glanced at the pair of hands with distinct veins.

He doesn't look like a man in his fifties at all.

I heard that the thousand-year-old master has an ageless face. In his early years, he was just a eunuch sweeping the cold palace. Not only did he not die in a fire, but he also grew a new skin and was worshipped as an immortal by the emperor.

He doesn't show any trace of immortality, but rather a pervasive evil spirit.

"You go down"

The attendant woke up with a start, and was about to bow and leave, when a cold gaze pierced his bones. Then he heard someone say with a faint smile: "Leave those eyes staring away."

"?!!"

The servant turned pale and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, "Your Majesty, spare my life. I know I was wrong."

"I don't want your life"

Wei Jie looked quite helpless, "You called me some vicious and cruel person, are you trying to tarnish my reputation?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes turned colder, and he glanced at Yang Xiu, who was kneeling in front of the palace, with a pointed look, "The people around Lord Yang need to be disciplined. Can I take care of them for you?"

"Good! Of course it's great!" Yang Xiu suppressed his trembling and forced himself to smile, "Why don't you thank Lord Wei quickly?"

"Thank you...thank you for sparing my life"

"Haha, that's right," Wei Jie smiled, and the guard beside him hurriedly dragged the man out.

From far away, one could hear someone pretending to be crazy, saying, "Thank you, sir, for your life."

Wei Jie looked at Lord Yang for a long time, half smiling, then straightened his sleeves and stood up, walking towards the people, "Why is Lord Yang kneeling for so long and can't get up?"

He helped the trembling Lord Yang up and said, "You and I are both court officials, why are you lower than me?"

"Come, come, come and sit over here"

"No, no, no! I am not worthy of this"

Yang Xiu dared not move, feeling shocked and frightened.

The man in front of him was moody, and his voice suddenly darkened, "If I say you deserve it, then you deserve it, or did I choose the wrong position for Lord Yang?"

At last he suddenly laughed out loud, grabbed Yang Xiu's wrist and led him to the dragon throne.

"I was wrong, you should sit here"

"I dare not! You absolutely cannot do that!" Lord Yang shouted hoarsely, his face turned pale and he fainted from fright.

"..."

Wei Jie stared at the unconscious man and let go of his hand. He was silent for a long time and sighed in a complicated way, "It was a good intention, why is it like this?"

"Carry Lord Yang away and let him leave the palace after he has rested."

"Yes!"

The hall returned to silence. Wei Jie just felt bored. He flipped through the test paper presented to him and circled a few places at random.

Until he saw a blank piece of paper...

I thought it was accidentally brought in by a servant, and then I saw two small words "rules and regulations" at the end.

Su Jun.

"???"

Blank paper?

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

He held the blank paper in his hand and looked at it for a long time, repeating the name in his mind thousands of times.

The more I watch, the deeper the unspeakable throbbing I feel.

Putting down the blank paper, Wei Jie closed his eyes and calmed his heartbeat. He raised his eyes again, and interest flashed in his deep pupils. He called the servant to ask, "Who is Su Jun?"

"My Lord, Su Jun is the eldest son of Su Fu, the richest man in Beijing."

"The one whose whole family died a while ago?"

"..."

The attendant choked and said, "That's right."

Wei Jie lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, waved his hand and ordered his men to leave, then he stroked Su Jun's name with his fingertips and elicited a smile with ambiguous meaning.