Nonsense! How could my adopted son be a villain?

After whispering with the four little ones, the two went to the front to meet the two managers.

After learning that the two had returned, Zhuang Shun and Lin Wen were already waiting at the front, ready to be summoned at any time.

Upon seeing the two approach, Zhuang Shun first stepped forward and reported in detail on the situation of the Prince of the West in the mansion. Only then did he ask for instructions: "The puppet is equipped with a memory bead. The Prince of the West has trespassed into Qianjin Tower with ulterior motives. The evidence is conclusive. I wonder how Your Majesty intends to deal with this?"

In their opinion, although the Western Prime Minister's actions were a bit too arrogant, the other party's status and position were undeniable; the Golden Scale Guard was now under the Western Prime Minister's control. They were under his roof, and when necessary, they had to bow their heads.

After all, it was the King of the West who suffered the greatest loss this time, while they did not suffer much damage.

It's better to avoid trouble and let it pass quietly.

However, Zhuang Shun knew that his master was not a good-tempered person, so he could only try to find out what his master was thinking first.

As expected, Lan Jian fell into deep thought after listening, tapping his fingers on the table. After a long while, he slowly said, "Calculate all the losses in the building, make a list, and make a copy of the recording bead, and send it to the Prince of Xi's residence."

He paused, then added, "There's no need to hide your actions."

The phrase "no need to hide it" means that this matter can be laid out in the open, and there's no need to give face to the Western Prime Minister.

Zhuang Shun and Lin Wen exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves that their master was indeed as vengeful as ever.

This trip by the Western Prime Minister is not just a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead; he's likely to lose everything, both inside and out.

Now that there were rules in place, Zhuang Shun and Lin Wen stopped standing around in their way and took their leave to calculate the losses in the mansion.

For example, the spirit stones consumed by the puppets, the flowers and plants damaged during the battle, etc., may seem insignificant, but when you really calculate it, all of these add up to a considerable expense.

Oh right, and all the little ones in the manor were also quite frightened. Seeking medical treatment will cost money, won't it?

Getting some more miracle cures to replenish our bodies would cost money too!

Zhuang Shun took out his abacus and said to Lin Wen as he turned the abacus, "I'll take stock and make a list. You think about how to write the invitation to our door. We're asking for money, but if we're really going to come and collect the debt, we don't want to make a scene."

It's best to recover the losses gracefully.

You also have to make sure that no one can find fault with it.

In any case, no matter what the mistakes are, it's all King Xixiang's fault!

Lin Wen was always adept at this, and much better at speaking politely than Zhuang Shun. He didn't refuse, and said with a smile, tucked into his sleeves, "Just list all the big and small items. We should make a good profit off these fat sheep that have come to our door."

While Qianjinlou was busy calculating the debt list, the Xixiangwang Mansion was also in turmoil.

The King of the West exerted all his strength to break through the protective array. Although he was fortunate enough to avoid a direct confrontation with Lan Jian, he was seriously injured.

After leaving Qianjin Tower, he immediately returned to his residence and had someone send him healing elixirs, intending to immediately go into seclusion to heal his injuries.

Healing wounds was a familiar task for Xi Xiangwang.

First, he swallowed a thousand-year-old snow fungus whole. This kind of healing treasure can heal even the most severe internal injuries in a very short time. Based on past experience, his current injuries can be fully recovered after two days of seclusion.

As for the external injuries, they will be a piece of cake once the internal injuries have healed. With his cultivation level, he won't even need to treat them specially. They will heal and recover quickly once the internal injuries have healed.

The Western Prime Minister, Wang, was extremely confident and went into seclusion to meditate.

However, two days later, even after he had swallowed the three thousand-year-old snow fungus he had prepared, his injuries still had not healed.

Not only his internal injuries, but even the external injuries he had ignored showed no signs of healing. The wounds inflicted by sharp weapons had not only failed to heal in the past two days, but were even showing signs of festering.

King Xixiang could only grit his teeth and scrape away the rotten flesh from the wound before sprinkling hemostatic powder on it.

The medicinal powder had a pungent smell. When the King of the West applied it to his wound, he was momentarily blinded by the rising powder, and his mind went blank for a moment. He felt as if many eyes were watching him from outside the secluded chamber.

They're puppets!

He couldn't be mistaken for the rustling sound made by the stiff limbs rubbing together.

The King of the West's eyes sharpened instantly. He didn't even bother to put on his coat before raising his hand and slapping the wall of the secret chamber.

The walls of the secret chamber were made of special materials and were equipped with multiple defensive formations, but they still couldn't withstand his full-force attack and collapsed, creating a hole the size of a person.

The guards in the palace, unaware of what was happening, immediately issued a warning and hurriedly gathered their men to come over. They then found the Prince of the West standing shirtless outside the secret room.

Thinking that the escaped demon had broken into the palace and caused trouble again, the guards who rushed over were caught off guard and immediately knelt down to beg for forgiveness.

The guard mustered his courage and looked up to ask, "Your Highness, has a thief broken in?"

The King of the West frowned deeply, his sharp eyes sweeping over the kneeling guards before him. He uttered each word with a distinct slur: "Why is it you? Where are the puppets?"

The head guard was even more puzzled: "What puppet? Is the intruder a puppet?"

The Prime Minister's temples throbbed, and he felt as if needles were pricking his brain. He pressed his head down, gritted his teeth, looked at the head guard, and turned to walk towards the main courtyard: "Go and fetch a physician. Don't make too much of a fuss."

The chaos and turmoil at the Prince Xi's Mansion stood in stark contrast to the tranquility of Qianjin Tower.

While the King of the West was caught in his inner demons and acting erratically, Xu Lingguang was sitting cross-legged on a cushion looking at the list that Zhuang Shun had presented, with a group of little cubs surrounding him.

He flipped through the thick list and said to Lan Jian with an amazed tone, "Zhuang Shun is truly a talented person. No wonder he can sit firmly on the throne of the head manager of Qianjin Tower."

If the King of the West were to see this list, he would probably be so angry that he wouldn't be able to eat.

Look at what's listed here.

The items mentioned earlier were spirit stones consumed by puppets, buildings damaged in battles, flowers and plants, etc. Although the amounts were quite large, they were still normal losses.

In the later pages, Zhuang Shun completely mastered the concept of "compensation for emotional distress," a notoriously exorbitant demand.

The cubs were greatly frightened and need to see a doctor and take some rare and precious herbs to replenish their strength, which is quite reasonable.

But the items on this list, such as the "Eternal Snow Fungus," "Polar Ice Spring," and "Exquisite Carnation Heart," are all incredibly expensive.

Looking at the quantity, it's enough to feed the little ones continuously for a year.

Xu Lingguang felt sorry for the King of the West's money bag.

"So many things, that's no small amount. Will the Prince of Xixiang really give them to us willingly?" Xu Lingguang asked with some concern.

Lan Jian lifted Yu Rong, who was lying on Xu Lingguang's lap, and took the opportunity to sit down next to him. He glanced at the list and said, "The scout just sent back news that the pill has taken effect. He's too busy to take care of himself right now, so even if he doesn't want to, he'll probably have no choice but to pay to avoid trouble."