The general's eldest daughter has a spatial ability

Mo Liuyun wondered who could have caused the chaos. The Qingwang Mansion was heavily guarded. If it weren't for her spatial ability, she would have thought she had been exposed. But then she thought, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Helping him out would also be a way to annoy that scumbag!

"Ling'er, scan to see where the assassin they mentioned is. The master is ten meters to the left front, outside the scumbag's study. There is a man with an arrow in his left shoulder. He is not in immediate danger, but if the bleeding is not stopped in time, his life will be in danger! This person is being surrounded by more than ten people. This should be the assassin you mentioned, right?" Ling'er told Mo Liuyun after scanning.

"Well, let's create some chaos first." Mo Liuyun bought a small can of gasoline from the mall. Too many royal palaces had already burned down; how would she restock next time?

Mo Liuyun poured gasoline on the warehouse windows and doors, moved one or two shelves out, then entered his spatial dimension and threw out a tinderbox, which instantly burst into flames.

He teleported away from the warehouse and headed towards Nangong Chun's study, waiting for an opportunity to rescue the person. Outside the study, Nangong Chun saw the person who had been shot by an arrow and was still putting up a stubborn resistance. He was just about to have someone fire another arrow to kill him when he knew without a doubt whose people they were. Most of these people were suicide soldiers, and he wouldn't be able to get anything out of them even if he captured them!

Suddenly, flames shot into the sky from a spot in the mansion. He glanced at it and instantly flew into a rage. It was the storeroom, so there must be accomplices there. He immediately ordered, "Leave half of them here, and the other half will come with me!" In his mind, this man was already dead, and the storeroom was the priority!

Just after Nangong Chun left, while the assassin was still fighting with the guards, everyone suddenly smelled a fragrance.

The guards fell to the ground one after another. The assassin cried out in his heart: "Oh no, it's a sleeping potion!" He was just about to use his internal energy to resist.

A woman's voice came from beside me: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

"Save him?!" Before he could finish his thought, he fainted!

Mo Liuyun brought the assassin into the space and saw that his injuries were quite serious. He had been fighting and exercising vigorously after being shot with an arrow, resulting in excessive blood loss. Thinking that he might as well go all the way, he gave him another injection of anesthetic, cut open his shirt, took out a scalpel, and removed the arrowhead. The other wounds were all external and not fatal, so he left them alone.

Mainly, it was too much trouble. Mo Liuyun thought that Nangong Chun would definitely search, so where could he hide him? Home was definitely out of the question. Suddenly, his eyes lit up! That cave! It should be hard to find him there!

In an instant, he teleported to the cave, lifted the person out, and placed them on the stone bed.

Yes! It's all about carrying her in a princess carry! That's a privilege only vixens get! Everyone else either has to be carried or dragged; a princess carry is absolutely out of the question!

Mo Liuyun didn't want to take advantage of the man's distress, so she lifted the veil covering his face, gave him another healing and hemostatic pill, took out a bottle of wound medicine, placed it on the stone table beside the bed, and thoughtfully put out a few fruits. Just as she was about to leave, she saw the assassin's face and felt a sense of familiarity.

Mo Liuyun thought: Taking advantage of someone in distress isn't so bad, is it?! After all, she saved his life! She only asked to show her face, not her private parts! Ugh! She's babbling again!

She was simply curious about who this person was. How come he seemed to have some recollection of him?

Lifting the mask, a familiar face appeared before him. How could it be him?! It seems the owner of Wangjiang Pavilion and Chunfeng Tower really do have a grudge. Since we know each other, let's give him another healing pill. Mo Liuyun stuffed another pill into the man's mouth, and he swallowed it with a tilt of his chin.

It has to be said that Mo Liuyun is not gentle at all when it comes to other men. She is different from a vixen. Not only is she different, but the difference is also very big!

After delivering the person to the cave, Mo Liuyun returned to the Qingwang Mansion, mainly wanting to see Nangong Chun's furious and berserk face.

Upon arriving at the Prince Qing's residence, Nangong Chun stood at the entrance of the storeroom, his face ashen and as black as the bottom of a pot: "The locks were intact, and everything inside is gone, yet you claim there was no sound? Did you see a ghost?! Did you steal from your own premises?"

The two guards trembled and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Highness, we only took over the shift half an hour ago and haven't left since. The guards in the courtyard can also testify to that! You can't just move all these things away without making a sound!"

Upon hearing this, the guards in the courtyard also knelt down: "We have indeed not seen anyone come in or out. We can guarantee that not even a cat has been here!"

Just then, a servant came from the study to report that the assassin had been rescued and that five guards had been drugged!

Nangong Chun's face was terrifyingly ferocious. He drew his sword and killed the servant who had brought the news, roaring, "You're all a bunch of fools! Nangong Li, I will never let you get away with this!"

After admiring the scumbag's ugly face, Mo Liuyun was quite satisfied. He appeared gentle and refined in public, but when he was angry, he would indiscriminately kill innocent people. Perhaps they weren't innocent at all. What kind of person you are, that's the kind of dog you raise.

She just hadn't expected that Nangong Chun would hold Nangong Li responsible for her theft! She truly felt a little guilty towards the Prince of Pingnan! She just wondered if the person she saved today was one of the Prince of Pingnan's men. If so, who owned Wangjiang Pavilion? Was it the Prince of Pingnan?! Because the person she saved today was the waiter from Wangjiang Pavilion, whose name seemed to be Nineteen. Or was this Nineteen not one of the Prince of Pingnan's men, and everything was just Nangong Chun's speculation?

After leaving the Qingwang Mansion, Mo Liuyun went to the north of the city. The north of the city was mostly inhabited by poor people. Mo Liuyun took out copper coins and grabbed a handful from each household, scattering them in their courtyards.

We came to a courtyard midway through our journey. The lights were still on, and in the candlelight, a figure was coughing and pulling at a thread. I couldn't tell if he was embroidering something or mending something.

The door opened: "Mother, stop embroidering, it's late, you should rest."

“It will be finished in a little while. Once your mother has saved up ten taels of silver, you can marry Xiaolan and she will be free from her suffering!” The old woman said without stopping her work.

"It's because I'm a useless son, making my mother worry about him even at her age!" the man said, choking back tears.

"My son, do not underestimate yourself. If you hadn't suddenly fallen ill before the exam three years ago, with your talent, you would surely have been able to pass the imperial examination, if not rank in the top three. Now, I only hope to save enough money to marry Xiaolan and escape this misery. When the imperial examination comes next year, I believe you will have your day!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Liuyun took out two copper coins, a ten-tael silver ingot, and some ten-tael pieces of loose silver. After repeatedly confirming that there were no official seals of the Prince's Mansion or the government, he wrote a note and put it together with the copper coins. He then used a copper coin to hit the windowsill with a loud 'bang'!

The mother and child inside were both startled. The man asked, "Who goes there?"

There was no answer from outside. Only the clatter of coins falling to the ground and the sound of stones hitting the floor were heard. Both mother and son were startled. The man said, "Mother, please stay inside. I'll go out and find out what's going on."

The man lit a lamp and pushed open the door. He found the courtyard empty. In the light's glow, there was a silver ingot, some loose silver, some scattered copper coins, and a piece of paper.

The man picked it up and looked at it under the light: "I passed by here late at night and gave you this silver to help you achieve your marriage. If you pass the imperial examination in the future, I hope that you will treat the common people well when you are able to do so!"

The man immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "I, Chu Rong, thank you for the silver tonight. I will remember your teachings!"

Upon hearing her son's words in the courtyard, the man's mother hurriedly rushed out of the house. The man used the hem of his robe to gather the silver and copper coins he had picked up, and quickly came over to help his mother: "Mother, a benefactor has given us silver! He must have overheard our conversation last night, and thus generously gave us this money. But he asked me to promise that if I were to be listed on the list of successful candidates in the future, I would treat the people under my jurisdiction well."

“My son, you must always remember the kindness you have shown me today, and repay it to the people in the future to repay the kindness of the silver you have given me today!”

Mo Liuyun never imagined that the person who gave him the silver today would one day become the prefect of a prefecture. Just as Mo Liuyun wished, the people under his jurisdiction were prosperous and the local customs were simple and honest. They were known for not picking up lost items on the road and not locking their doors at night!

After leaving that family, Mo Liuyun resumed his life as a generous benefactor, sharing ill-gotten gains with everyone who saw them. This is called taking from the people and using it for the people!