The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

When Zhou Shiyue uttered those words, the Marquis of Runan knew things were not going well. Sure enough, things unfolded exactly as he had predicted: the Emperor was swindled out of 20,000 taels of gold!

Once the Prince of Jin speaks, will the loss of gold and silver be small?

The Marquis of Runan looked at the Emperor with some sympathy.

The Emperor might not be thinking clearly right now. Will it really only amount to 20,000 taels in the end?

impossible!

The Marquis of Runan was silently praying for the Emperor.

He guessed that the 20,000 taels of gold was just the beginning!

Prince Jin will definitely have more tricks up his sleeve!

The Marquis of Runan looked at the Emperor, and in his eyes, the Emperor was so poor that he only had a dragon robe left.

I heard that the Emperor had previously intended to kill Prince Jin.

This is an offense against the Prince of Jin, and also against the Princess of Jin. How could this couple possibly let it go?

No, the Crown Prince is here.

It's estimated that the emperor's dragon robe will be completely lost.

The Marquis of Runan glanced at the Crown Prince discreetly, and he was certain that he hadn't misjudged him; the Crown Prince's aura was different now than before.

In the past, the Crown Prince always seemed a little hesitant to stand tall in front of the Emperor, which showed that he still held the Emperor in some awe.

But that's not the case now.

Now, the Crown Prince stands there, and his aura is different from before.

On the contrary, the emperor, because of this illness and injury, looked like a listless old man.

The Marquis of Runan was startled to realize—

The emperor's era is coming to an end.

When he got back, he had to give Dai Xu another good talking-to. He should make sure his unfilial son behaved himself. Even if he had to fight with his strange wife in the mansion, it would be better than accidentally offending Prince Jin outside.

"First, the profound..."

The Emperor still wanted to speak.

He was shocked because Yin Yunting had just said that the First Mystic Sect was going to be rebuilt.

Why are all the people from the First Mystic Sect flocking to his palace?

"Your Majesty, the First Xuanmen is about to be rebuilt. I hope Your Majesty will provide some supplies then?" Yin Changxing asked. "This time, I brought my junior brother and several disciples to the palace to treat Your Majesty. Fortunately, we did not fail. Our fees are not low. Although the Crown Prince promised ten thousand taels of gold, Your Majesty's health is extraordinary. Any movement would affect the world and the fate of the nation, so this reward is actually not enough."

Shu Ge Lao and the others looked at Yin Changxing with some shock.

"Sect Leader Yin," Elder Shu couldn't help but speak up, "Since its founding, the First Mystic Sect has been wholeheartedly devoted to the world and its people, and has selflessly assisted the Great Zhou royal family. With the Emperor injured, it is your duty to step forward without hesitation..."

How can they still ask for such an exorbitant amount?

However, before Elder Shu could finish speaking, Yin Changxing interrupted him.

"Duty not to shirk my responsibilities" my ass.

Grand Secretary Shu's eyes widened, his face darkened, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

Sect Leader Yin is so rude!

The crown prince managed to suppress his laughter.

The old Duke and the others stared wide-eyed, never expecting that the seemingly immortal Lord Yin would so calmly utter such vulgarities.

Yin Changxing continued calmly, "The past is the past. In the past, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty revered the First Mystic Sect as a god. The First Mystic Sect was constantly filled with incense offerings, and the emperors of that time sent many gifts to our sect."

"And now? The Great Zhou royal family and you people have been living a life of luxury for years. Who has ever cared how the First Mystic Sect disappeared? What happened? In all these years, has the royal family sent anyone to search for the whereabouts of our disciples?"

"The First Xuanmen Sect has fallen into ruin, its roads blocked. Over the years, weeds have grown wildly, mountain winds have howled, and frost and snow have covered it. Who has ever cared for it? Now we want to rebuild the sect, but the royal family won't give us any money. Are we supposed to rebuild it with the wind?"

Yin Changxing's gaze swept over and landed on Elder Shu's face.

Grand Secretary Shu felt a little flustered and wanted to back down, but it was too late.

"Don't even mention the Emperor, your Shu family was once blessed by the talisman of the First Mystic Sect, wasn't it? And your Shu family's ancestral graves, weren't they moved by people from my sect back then?"

Grand Secretary Shu: "......"

"So, since our sect is rebuilding, shouldn't the Shu family offer some assistance? How much would you like to donate?"

This is like asking for it right in front of you.

Shu Ge Lao's face turned pale and then red.

But what they said is true!

If Yin Changxing hadn't brought it up now, Grand Secretary Shu would have completely forgotten about what happened before.

Before he could speak, the Marquis of Runan quickly raised his hand, "Sect Leader Yin! Our Marquis's Mansion sincerely supports the reconstruction of the First Xuanmen, and I will donate five thousand taels!"

Five thousand taels—he felt he was being quite generous.

After saying that, the Marquis of Runan immediately added, "To be honest, we don't have much business acumen, so the Marquis's mansion doesn't have much income..."

The Marquis of Runan was somewhat embarrassed.

“But Grand Secretary Shu is different. His descendants are all quite good at business! I imagine he can donate tens of thousands of taels more than I can.” He quickly added.

Shu Ge's face darkened again.

Grand Secretary Meng smiled and said, "Putting everything else aside, we are very grateful to Sect Leader Yin and his disciples for reviving the Emperor. For this, my Meng family is willing to donate 10,000 taels of silver."

When the old Duke heard him mention the Emperor, he couldn't be left behind.

"The Duke's mansion can also donate ten thousand taels."

With everyone saying this, Grand Secretary Shu felt like he was being put on the hot seat.

He gritted his teeth, about to shamelessly say that he would donate five thousand taels like the Marquis of Runan, when he heard the Crown Prince say, "It seems that everyone wants to thank the First Xuanmen on behalf of Father. Father will surely be very happy."

Grand Secretary Shu: "......"

Can he still have five thousand taels?

After all, both the Emperor and the Crown Prince knew very well that the Marquis of Runan's household didn't have much money. But the Shu family...

The Emperor looked at Grand Secretary Shu and tried to speak, "No, no... ten thousand taels..."

The Emperor's true meaning was that since Grand Secretary Meng had already received 10,000 taels, Grand Secretary Shu shouldn't receive less; he should also receive 10,000 taels.

He felt that if everyone donated a lot, then he wouldn't have to take out so much from his private coffers.

He couldn't explain it clearly. Zhou Shiyue, upon hearing this, simply said "Oh," and then said, "Grand Secretary Shu, the Emperor said you can't offer ten thousand taels. Given the size and wealth of the Shu family, you should at least offer fifty thousand taels, right?"

"Five, fifty thousand..." Two?

The emperor's eyes widened.

He was shocked that Zhou Shiyue dared to speak out.

They actually demanded a sum of 50,000 taels from the Shu family!

However, Zhou Shiyue insisted on twisting his reaction.

"Look, the Emperor himself emphasized it: fifty thousand taels. It seems that's what the Emperor meant too."

A surge of blood rushed to the top of Shu Ge Lao's head.

He was asked to hand over 50,000 taels of silver just for that one sentence!

How could His Majesty mean that?

Yin Yunting had already taken out paper and pen at some point and quickly wrote it down.

"Then thank you very much, Elder Shu. I will write down the amount of everyone's donation."

Shu Ge Lao donated 50,000 taels of silver.

I just kept writing.

After that, Elder Shu didn't want to say a word.

He wanted to die.