Dad, open the door. I'll bring your mistress back for you.

"Sir, this is bad!"

The shopkeeper of the Yun Family Bank rushed in, looking so flustered that he didn't even notice the pen in his hand fell to the ground.

Yun Zian suddenly jumped up from his chair and asked nervously, "What's wrong? What happened? Is there something wrong with our money?"

He clutched the shopkeeper's shoulders tightly and shook him anxiously, as if trying to shake out all his anxiety.

The shopkeeper was out of breath, and finally recovered and said, "Master, there is no problem with the money, but the people."

"Something's wrong with someone? Who is it? What's the problem?" Yun Zian asked.

"Mojia... Mr. Mojia is here." The shopkeeper uttered these words with difficulty.

He knew very well that his uncle had been raising funds without telling the Mo family.

Even when transferring silver, he specifically instructed not to use the money houses in Gusu, for fear that the Mohists would notice.

Now that Mr. Mo has come to our door directly, this is really no small matter!

Yun Zian clenched his fists tightly when he heard the news.

Seeing this, Shen Chuning quickly spoke to comfort him, "It's not necessarily a bad thing. We were just worrying about not being able to find the right person to go to the palace to deliver the money, and now, someone has come to us on their own."

Yun Zian pursed his lips and said helplessly, "Let's take it one step at a time."

At this moment, Mo Huaiqian strode in, bringing a cloud of dust into the room. It was obvious that he had also hurried here, and was as anxious as Yun Zian whom he had met in Shen's house a few days ago.

Shen Chuning smiled and greeted Mo Huaiqian.

Mo Huaiqian looked at Shen Chuning and suddenly realized, "So you are the Ninth Miss of the Shen family. Your improved salt-making technology has been a great help to our Mo family. I left in a hurry this time and didn't bring anything good with me. I'll give you a gift next time."

Shen Chuning hurriedly smiled and declined, "Uncle Mo, there's no need to be so polite. Concubine Hui has taken such good care of me in the palace, so I should do my best to help. I wonder what brings Uncle Mo to the capital this time?"

"Miss Shen, you often go to the palace, so you must know the inside story. Why was Concubine Hui suddenly banished to the cold palace?" Mo Huaiqian asked anxiously.

"Because the former crown prince passed away, His Majesty punished the queen for failing to take good care of him." Shen Chuning answered truthfully.

Mo Huaiqian sighed, "Is Your Majesty short of money again?"

Shen Chuning widened her eyes. How could Uncle Mo guess so accurately?

Seeing Shen Chuning's expression, Mo Huaiqian knew everything. "In the past, whenever His Majesty was short of money, he would find a reason to punish Concubine Hui. The Mo family would give her money in exchange for a promotion and a title. It was nothing new. As soon as I heard that Concubine Hui was sent to the cold palace, I hurried here with the money. I just didn't know how big the shortage was this time, to have her sent to the cold palace."

"Six million taels of gold." Shen Chuning replied quietly.

"Six...six million taels? Gold?" Mo Huaiqian widened his eyes and looked at Shen Chuning in astonishment, even his voice rose eight octaves.

He widened his eyes and looked at Shen Chuning in disbelief, as if she had just said a number that was out of this world.

"What exactly does Your Majesty want to do? First, you forced the Mo family to buy a salt permit, and now you want such a large sum of money. Are you going to start a war against the neighboring country?" Mo Huaiqian lowered his voice and asked with a frown.

Shen Chuning shook her head slightly to express her denial.

She told Mo Huaiqian that if financial support was needed because of the tense war situation, it should be provided by the national treasury, rather than asking the Mo family for money in this way.

This is obviously a personal matter for Your Majesty.

Mo Huaiqian sighed helplessly and said, "Ruxing is still in his hands now, what can we do?"

He turned his head and his eyes fell on Yun Zian, revealing a hint of expectation and hope.

He continued, "Zi'an, I only brought 15 million taels of silver this time, which is far from the amount Your Majesty requested. I wonder if you could lend some to the Mohist School so we can get by."

Yun Zian didn't immediately answer whether it was feasible, but instead asked, "When will this ever end? Over the years, the Mo family's business is no worse than the Yun family's, but their financial resources are far behind. Do you want to keep subsidizing them like this?"

Mo Huaiqian thought Yun Zian was unwilling to lend him the money, so he frowned and said with some dissatisfaction, "That's Ruxing, my only sister. If she hadn't chosen to enter the palace, my father and I might have died in prison. Now that the Mo family is gradually rising with her help, how can we bear to watch her suffer in the palace? Moreover, with the Empress in the palace, the Mo family's business can prosper in the long run."

However, Yun Zian didn't listen to what Mo Huaiqian said before at all. His attention was only focused on the last sentence.

His eyes widened as he asked in disbelief, "She's suffering in the palace, yet you're only thinking about the Mo family's business thriving thanks to her?"

Mo Huaiqian suddenly felt very embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, I just want to say that Ruxing has made an indelible contribution to the development of the Mo family to where it is today, but I definitely don't mean to only focus on the Mo family's business."

Seeing that their conversation seemed to be getting increasingly off topic, Shen Chuning decisively took over the conversation and said directly to Mo Huaiqian, "Uncle Mo, if you can pay some money to let Concubine Hui leave the palace, would you be willing?"

Mo Huaiqian was stunned for a moment, then asked anxiously, "Some? How much is some?"

Shen Chuning replied calmly, "Fourteen million taels of gold."