Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 670

He gritted his teeth and said in defeat, "So, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Shi Yunqi coldly spat out two words, "A grand funeral."

Wei Cailing continued, "According to the wishes of my aunt, you will be buried in the Qiu family's ancestral tomb according to the rules of the mistress. Your Qiu family's ancestral tomb was not moved to Huizhou, but was originally in the capital."

Qiu Hongyuan then remembered that, yes, the Qiu family's ancestral tomb was originally in the capital. But he was a little unwilling to agree to it, so he said, "You can bury me with honor, but I have a condition. You, the Jian'an Marquis Mansion, must find a job for me in the capital..."

Shi Yunqi tilted his head and asked Wei Cailing, "Is it dark now?"

Wei Cailing replied softly, "It's not dark yet, he's daydreaming."

Qiu Hongyuan: “…” He now really hates dealing with such children, who are not as sensible as the older generation.

Wei Cailing said, "If the eldest aunt had not passed away, we might have considered your request. Now, it is best for your Qiu family to handle the funeral in a dignified manner. Otherwise, let alone finding a job in the capital, even if you want to live in the capital, it will be difficult to gain a foothold. If you want to become an enemy of the Marquis' Mansion, it depends on whether you have the qualifications."

This is more than just a show of authority; it's a naked threat.

Qiu Hongyuan was filled with resentment and prepared to go back home to take care of things. How unlucky! He had to deal with his funeral as soon as he arrived in Beijing!

As he was walking through the corridor with his servant and preparing to leave, he saw Qiu Hongyan running towards him with tears on her face, shouting, "Father, take your daughter home!"

"Hongyan?" He almost forgot that he had a daughter here. "Why are you here?"

Qiu Hongyan lowered her head and cried, "Father, I broke a very expensive vase a while ago. The vase was worth three thousand taels, and mother didn't want to pay for it, so she sent her daughter to work in the Marquis's mansion to pay for it. Now that father has come to the capital, he will surely be able to compensate for the three thousand taels, so can you take your daughter home?"

My stepmother is dead, and I have nothing to lose. I can fly wherever the mountains and seas are high and wide, and I can blow three thousand taels of silver at will...Father, give me the money quickly!

Qiu Hongyuan was as angry as if he had been hit on the head by a heavy hammer. "Three thousand taels? For a vase! How can I afford to pay you for it?"

"If you don't pay me back, I can't go home with you, father! I miss you and my aunt. I will soon be 15 years old and I have to arrange marriage."

Qiu Hongyuan has never been happy since he entered the Marquis' Mansion. "You are a daughter of a concubine, why are you still planning a marriage? You made your own mistakes, so you should solve them yourself! I don't have any silver, not even a tael!"

Money-losing stuff! Get lost! So annoying!

"Father!" Qiu Hongyan cried, choking with tears, "Are you going to pawn me off to Princess Haiyan forever to compensate for the three thousand taels of silver vase?"

Qiu Hongyuan was furious and pointed at her, "You'd better pay the three thousand taels yourself. I won't pay you a penny! All of you are such a worry! You make me so angry!"

Bei Hui handed over a piece of paper with a cold face, "Master, if you don't want to pay back the three thousand taels of silver for Hongyan, just sign this contract. From now on, you don't have to worry about Hongyan's life or death."

Qiu Hongyuan looked at the so-called contract, which was not really a life contract. It just stated that from now on, all of Qiu Hongyan's life, old age, sickness, death, and marriage would be decided by Princess Haiyan, and the Qiu family had no right to interfere.

Compared with three thousand taels and a daughter born out of wedlock, the three thousand taels are naturally more important.

Qiu Hongyuan took the brush from Nan Yan, found a nearby stone table, spread out the contract, and signed it impatiently.

He was afraid that the other party would go back on his word and ask him for the three thousand taels.

Qiu Hongyan held the hard-earned contract in her hands, crying, laughing, and feeling sad, her eyes blurred with tears and her heart broken.