Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

If this is another world after death, Yun Qiao suspects that her mother didn't burn money for her, which is why she was poor before.

But then she felt it shouldn't be like this. Maybe she had too much fever. She was about to become an unlucky empress, and then one day when the rebels came, she would have to die with that disgusting bastard Qin Xiangchi.

"Mom, I'll keep you safe here. Please don't burn too much money for me over there."

She's the epitome of finding joy in hardship. I wonder if her mother can cope with the sudden loss of her daughter. Judging from her immense wealth here, her mother must be holding on.

I hope so.

As Yun Qiao was muttering sadly to herself, a hand reached out and added some paper money to her paper offerings.

She looked up and saw a person dressed as a palace servant, with an unfamiliar face.

"Thank you."

Even if you want to die, don't forget to be polite.

The palace maid looked up at her and lowered her voice, "Bear with it a little longer, I'll take you away in a few days."

Yun Qiao froze upon hearing this, her eyes widening in shock. "The money... is that all? Add some more."

He looked around as he spoke, noting that the guards outside were far away.

Yun Qiao then lowered her voice and asked uncertainly, "The God of Wealth?"

The other person didn't stop moving; they just said, "Hmm."

My god, is there a master here? Yun Qiao looked at him curiously and secretly. He looked completely different. If it weren't for the familiar voice, she wouldn't have dared to think it was so outrageous. Did they have head-changing techniques in ancient times? Is this something that makeup can do?

"That's amazing, how did you do that?"

The God of Wealth remained expressionless. Was this the kind of thing he should be concerned about? Escaping was the most important thing.

He softened his voice and said, "I'll teach you outside."

She must have been quite frightened lately, and he'd also found out about the tyrant's outrageous behavior.

Thinking about the scenes he heard people describe, he felt a chill run down his spine and was filled with lingering fear.

I thought about it and decided to try talking to her, which would at least help ease her emotions.

"Who was it burned for?"

It's neither a holiday nor a festival, so I don't know who she's commemorating. I've never heard her mention any relatives or friends before. Although we weren't familiar with each other before, she's still my superior, so it's only right that she knows the basic details of her subordinate. According to the information, Yun Qiao is an orphan.

Yun Qiao blinked. "For myself."

Upon hearing this, the God of Wealth paused in his actions and took out a stack of unlit items to extinguish them.

They keep doing unlucky things.

"Your ex-boyfriend is also looking for you. Is there any message he can pass on for you?"

Yun Qiao lowered her eyes; she was unaware that her thoughts were in turmoil.

"Will you be in danger if you take me out?"

The God of Wealth paused for a moment, then said, “No, we can’t stay in the capital after we leave. We have to leave. If you want to take that fool from the Prince Le’s mansion with you, I can scout out the place beforehand, but it’s very risky.”

As for Yue Shan, he can't be brought along.

The past is the past, and the present is the present. Yun Qiao has been targeted by the tyrant, which is very troublesome. If it were the previous situation, no one would have put much effort into finding a defector. He could have taken her with him to avoid the search. The fool's identity is too special; he is a prince. It's troublesome, but it's worth a try to take him along.

As for Yue Shan, he can't be brought along.

He should have left long ago if it weren't for Yun Qiao's matter, but the clinic had been closed for several days and he couldn't find her. He only ran into Yue Shan, who was also looking for someone.

There's another force looking for her behind the scenes. Caishen isn't sure, but he knows it's inextricably linked to the people behind Yue Shan.

In short, Yue Shan's identity is too complicated for someone as prudent as him to figure out. Moreover, he was always afraid that Yue Shan would implicate Yun Qiao and drag her into some complicated situation.

Yun Qiao paused for a moment after hearing the God of Wealth's words. "My money and account books are hidden in the fourth drawer of the small medicine cabinet in the clinic's rest room, buried under the medicine. Can you give Yue Shan's portion to him? I'll give him half of mine, and you can keep the other half."

"Just tell him that I left after saying goodbye to you, and you don't know where I went. Tell him to live well with that idiot, take good care of himself, and I won't pursue the matter of what he kept from me."

It's not that she's stingy; she even divided her assets with him after the breakup, which was very generous. As for the remaining half, running away with the God of Wealth would definitely cost money, so she couldn't just give him everything. Besides, she didn't even have time to settle accounts for what he had been hiding from her. The breakup was unilateral, so they were even.

Besides, she's being targeted by a pervert now. If she stays and gets involved with the Prince's Mansion, it won't be good for Yue Shan and Qin Xiangming.

They suffered no loss when she left; they were in cahoots before she arrived, weren't they?

Yun Qiao didn't mention bringing the fool along, and even left the fool with Yue Shan? Cai Shen knew that there was more to this than met the eye, but he didn't want to pry into it.

"Okay, don't be afraid these next few days, I'll be around a lot."

His voice was inexplicably reassuring. Yun Qiao nodded, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tyrant returning, and her heart suddenly jumped into her throat.

She suddenly stood up and kicked over the brazier, shouting, "Stop burning! Put the things away!"

It's infuriating. If she ever shows a kind word to anyone, that pervert will definitely pick a fight.

The God of Wealth obsequiously packed up the items, got up, and withdrew.

The tyrant squinted at him, about to say something, when Yun Qiao struck first.

"What are you doing here again? I'm not burning it anymore!"

Seeing that Yun Qiao was no longer cold and indifferent to him, Qin Xiangchi raised an eyebrow.

"Has the Empress finally paid me any attention?"

Even cursing can be considered reasonable; these days, there are all sorts of crazy people.

Qin Xiangchi was having a fit of rage, and Yun Qiao signaled the God of Wealth to leave quickly.

Looking back at Qin Xiangchi with a cold eye, I sometimes really want to ask him what brand of hazardous waste he is.

"What should I do? The more the Empress protects my foolish brother and these lowly palace servants, the more I want to kill them."

Qin Xiangchi said it with a smile, but the chill in his tone was unmistakable.

Yun Qiao didn't respond to him. She had figured him out over the past few days. The more she pleaded and tried to stop him, the more enthusiastic he became, as if he had some kind of anti-human mechanism in his mind.

She glared at him coldly, then turned and went back to sleep.

He was stuck here and couldn't go anywhere; his only activity was going to watch performances with him.

Only after truly getting to know Yun Qiao did I realize how serious his illness was. He genuinely found those bloody scenes interesting and wanted to share them with her and with everyone else.

There's something wrong with the Qin family's genes; one is pretending to be stupid, and the other is genuinely insane—neither of them are normal.

Qin Xiangchi was very patient. He followed Yun Qiao into the house and lay down with her. Looking at the person who closed her eyes and ignored him, he began to trace her face with his fingertips.

"Does the Empress really dislike the surprises I prepared?"

He was disappointed; how could anyone not like him, especially his empress?

If others don't like it, just kill them. But there's only one empress. If you kill her, there won't be another one. What should you do?

Take it slow, be more patient, and she will definitely agree with him.

Yun Qiao was annoyed, so she pulled the blanket over herself, covered her ears, and couldn't listen to anything.

Qin Xiangchi didn't stand on ceremony and directly pulled the blanket over her to hug her. He really liked his Empress.

Since she arrived, he hasn't found any new fun in a long time, spending all his time sharing his past masterpieces with her.

Unfortunately, the Empress didn't know how to appreciate her and always looked at herself as if she were something dirty.

Qin Xiangchi had considered gouging out her eyes more than once, but then he felt that if he removed his empress's eyes, things would be incomplete. Not only would she not be able to see his works, but she would also not be able to see him. That wouldn't do.

Thinking of this, he leaned over and kissed her tightly closed eyes with affection, only to receive a slap from Yun Qiao that was both shocking and disgusting.