Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

"Someone related to my mother! How could he appear here?" Li Xingyun felt a little confused, and his mind was like a tangled mess, unable to make sense of it.

His eyes were filled with confusion and shock, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable. He had imagined a cozy courtyard, perhaps a quiet pavilion, but what he saw before him was far from his imagination. He felt as if he were in a strange world, a world completely different from the bustling world he was familiar with. He no longer had much hope for this trip!

After all, one was the most noble and elegant imperial palace in Shenwu City, a symbol of power and glory, a place countless people dreamed of. Every inch of land there exuded an aura of dignity and majesty. Meanwhile, the other was a slum in Shenwu City's west district, a haunt of poverty and suffering, a corner forgotten by the world. The difference between the two was like heaven and earth; it was difficult to connect them.

"Your Highness, how about I have someone bring her out?" Yuan Tiangang saw Li Xingyun's furrowed brow and thought he was not used to this kind of environment. His eyes revealed a hint of concern, and his voice became much softer.

He knew that Li Xingyun had lived in the palace since he was a child and had been pampered. Such a harsh environment was undoubtedly a huge challenge for him.

"No need, lead the way!" Li Xingyun shook his head, a look of determination in his eyes. He wasn't that delicate yet! He had his own convictions: to find the person related to his mother and solve the mystery in his heart. He wasn't willing to back down because of this little difficulty; he wanted to find the truth himself.

"Yes!" Yuan Tiangang nodded, strode forward and showed Li Xingyun the way.

With the arrival of Li Xingyun, the entire slum fell into chaos, and people rushed forward to beg for Li Xingyun's charity!

"Young Master, please be kind and give us some silver so we can have enough to eat and eat!" An old man with gray hair and ragged clothes knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he stretched them forward. His calloused and dirty palms seemed to speak of the hardships of life. His voice was hoarse and weak, and every word seemed squeezed from a dry throat, filled with endless pleading.

"Kindhearted young man, please have mercy on us! We haven't eaten for three days!" A thin, sallow-faced middle-aged man tightly grasped the equally starving child beside him. The child's large eyes were filled with a longing for food, while the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with helplessness and despair. As he spoke, he gently rocked the child, as if trying to alleviate his hunger.

"Young Master, please save my little girl! She's dying!" A young woman, holding a pale, weak little girl in her arms, tears welled up in her eyes and her voice was filled with sobs. The little girl's eyes were tightly closed, her lips cracked and white, and her tiny body trembled slightly in the woman's arms, as if she would be taken away by death at any moment.

Although these people live in slums, the narrow streets are lined with garbage, emitting a pungent smell, and the dilapidated houses are crumbling, as if a gust of wind could blow them down.

However, Shenwu City was home to many influential figures, and they had witnessed the pomp and circumstance of many high-ranking officials. Their discerning eyes were far more discerning than those of ordinary people in more remote areas. They immediately recognized Li Xingyun's extraordinary qualities. He wore a finely crafted robe, a belt inlaid with beautiful jade, and black boots. His every move exuded an air of nobility. Thus, the crowd swarmed forward, surrounding Li Xingyun, hoping to beg for some silver from him.

"Hmm?" Li Xingyun paused, his calm demeanor slightly startled. He turned his head and looked over. He saw a group of ragged, skinny people surrounding him, their eyes fixed on him, either pleading or expectant.

He had already seen the poor people around him, but he had not paid any attention to them. He folded his arms, frowned slightly, and his eyes revealed a trace of thought.

He knew very well that these people's difficulty wasn't a lack of money, but a lack of livelihood. Even if he gave them money, most of it would be taken away by the local tyrants. These tyrants were usually domineering and arrogant, lording it over the slums and charging these poor people all kinds of fees.

Even if he gave the poor some money, it would be quickly plundered by the local tyrants under various pretexts, making no difference. Furthermore, even if he could temporarily solve their food and clothing problems, without a stable source of income, they would soon be in dire straits. Thinking of this, Li Xingyun sighed softly.

But! Then again, since I have met him, I can't just ignore him. Although he is a refugee, he is still a citizen of the Shenwu Empire, still a citizen of Li Xingyun!

"Okay!" Li Xingyun raised his chin slightly, his eyes firm and gentle, his lips slightly opened, and he slowly uttered the word "Okay" which was of great significance.

This single word seemed to be his response to the suffering of all living things. Then, he waved his hand with a graceful and powerful movement, as if imbued with an invisible magic. Countless copper coins, like glittering meteors, surged out of the system space. These coins traced graceful arcs in mid-air, radiating a unique metallic sheen as they landed at high speed on both sides of the road.

"Money... it's money!" Someone in the crowd was the first to shout out this word of surprise and joy, their voice trembling, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Then, like dominoes, everyone else's reactions followed.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. Thank you for your kindness!" An old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face held the copper coin he had just picked up in trembling hands, his eyes full of tears of gratitude. While speaking words of gratitude, he kept bowing in the direction of Li Xingyun.

"Child! Child, you are saved! You are saved!" A young mother hugged the thin child tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face. She looked at the copper coins in her hand, as if she saw the hope of her child's survival, and her voice was full of joy of surviving the disaster.

"Take the money and go have a good meal!" Li Xingyun's voice was low and gentle, like a warm spring breeze, gently brushing past everyone's ears. After he said this, he no longer paid attention to the grateful voices around him.

He straightened his back, took long strides, and followed Yuan Tiangang deeper into the alley. His steps were steady and firm.