Confiscating property? A stunningly beautiful substitute bride empties the national treasury and is

Song Qingqian looked back at Lu Jingchuan suspiciously. Could it be that he did it?

But seeing his nonchalant and open demeanor, Song Qingqian felt that he didn't quite seem like it.

"Boss, everyone's here, not a single one is missing."

Xiao Zhuozi replied in a low voice.

Sun Wuyin nodded: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's set off early while there are no people on the streets and try to get out of the city in half an hour!"

"Sir, please wait."

Dazhu quickly caught up and blocked Sun Wuyin's path, speaking with a fawning smile:

"Sir, you haven't paid your bill for the food you ate at the inn yet. It cost a total of thirty taels of silver. Who would like to pay for it?"

Xiao Zhuozi, displeased, stood in front of Sun Wuyin and coldly rebuked him:

"You should pay whoever booked the room. Our officials don't concern themselves with such trivial matters."

"Where is your manager, Mr. Tong? Let him come out and speak. You little rascal, you have no manners at all."

Sun Wuyin spoke arrogantly, looking down on everyone.

Dazhu quickly explained, "Our manager was injured last night and can't go out, so he asked me to come and collect the money."

"If you give me the money today, you can leave in peace. If you don't give me the money, you won't be able to leave this place."

When Dazhu realized that reasoning with him was useless, he ordered his servants to block the gate, making it clear that they would fight if they didn't get paid.

He had just turned around when he saw Song Qingqian standing unharmed in the crowd. What happened?

Last night he clearly saw Song Qingqian go to the room, but how could the person he kidnapped be a concubine that Manager Tong secretly kept at the post station? After all that trouble, he had only kidnapped a lonely one.

After the concubine woke up, she thought it was a surprise from Manager Tong, and now she can't be asked to leave.

I don't know who was so cruel, but last night, not only was Manager Tong robbed of everything, but even his precious possessions were kicked to pieces. He won't have the strength to do it again, even if he wanted to.

Therefore, he has to get the money back today no matter what, otherwise he will really be in trouble.

Sun Wuyin, with an air of arrogance, said, "Don't worry, I am a man of my word. No matter how much silver you owe, I will not shortchange you by a single penny."

He then had Jiang Ce brought to his side and instructed him, "You've been handling the affairs of the post station all along, so you can take care of this."

"You're Dazhu, right? You just need to coordinate with him. Don't block our way; our schedule can't be delayed."

"Boss... no, I don't have any money."

Jiang Ce hurriedly retorted, but Sun Wuyin didn't care about any of that and had Zhang He lead the exile team to set off.

In an instant, Da Zhu ordered his men to completely surround Jiang Ce. Seeing that he was still rambling on and unwilling to give money, Da Zhu punched Jiang Ce in the face and personally searched him.

"You poor bastard, you should have cooperated earlier, instead of getting beaten up."

Dazhu carefully put away the thirty taels of silver and tossed the remaining ten taels to him.

He was an official, yet he was dirt poor, not even as well off as those lowly servants.

"You wait."

Jiang Ce snorted and said a few words, then picked up the silver, mounted his horse, and caught up with the exile caravan.

He now saw through Sun Wuyin's true colors. If it weren't for him, how would Sun Wuyin have had the chance to buy carriages and horses?

If it weren't for his cousin's help, where would he have gotten supplies? It's all thanks to him. Sun Wuyin is simply going too far.

The carriage was indeed as large as Song Qingqian had expected, and it was very spacious for the group to sit inside.

Since waking up, Lu Yunqi has remained silent, ignoring whatever others say, as if he were a soulless puppet.

The old lady anxiously peeked out and whispered to Song Qingqian for advice:

"Third son's wife, do you think the second son might have damaged his brain from the fall?"

Song Qingqian raised an eyebrow and nodded: "There might be some post-traumatic stress disorder, but your mother-in-law is fine, don't worry."

"Besides, he's liked Yu Ke'er for so long, and almost died at her hands. He might be withdrawn now, or even questioning the meaning of life. Let him be."

"You're right, that makes sense, so let's just let it be."

The old lady sighed, and turning her head, she saw the fifth son's family crying incessantly. She breathed a sigh of relief; compared to Qiaoqiao's unknown whereabouts, the third son was already extremely fortunate.

The exiled group only stopped to rest and cook when they left the city and entered a wasteland.

Having eaten nothing all morning, most of the people in the group were already panting and exhausted.

When Song Qingqian brought out and installed a folding cooking rack, the exiles who were preparing to cook for themselves were stunned. They were amazed that it was possible to do that.

"I'll take care of starting the fire and adding firewood!"

Lu Jingchuan had barely finished speaking when Lu Yunqi snatched the opportunity from him, whispering:

"Third brother, your leg isn't healed yet, you should rest."

"I owe you all. You've always taken care of me. From now on, I'll take care of all the hard and tiring work."

Lu Jingchuan frowned as he looked at his empty palms. Although it was good that his second brother was working, he also wanted to take this opportunity to make a good impression.

Song Qingqian smiled as she watched the two brothers eagerly taking on the work, and then began preparing the dishes.

The two Lu sisters couldn't do anything but help wash the vegetables.

The old lady rolled up her sleeves, ready to cook herself. After all, she was the oldest and most experienced among them, having tasted countless delicacies, and she had a few dishes she could be proud of when it came to cooking.

"Mother-in-law, let me do it."

"Third brother's wife, don't underestimate this old woman. I can cook too."

The old lady explained with a smile.

“I know that my mother-in-law will have plenty of opportunities to show her skills in the future, but we are short on time today, so I will do it.”

As she spoke, Song Qingqian pushed her next to Bai Shi and said with a smile, "I've never been very good at needlework and haven't studied it carefully. You and sister-in-law can do the making of clothes for the children."

"That's fine."

The old lady nodded; she did indeed need to make some well-fitting clothes for her unborn grandson.

As soon as Song Qingqian turned around, she saw Lu Jingchuan starting to cook the dishes. Seeing his calm and orderly manner, a strange feeling flashed through Song Qingqian's heart. Men who can do housework are more pleasing to the eye.

As Song Qingqian approached, Lu Jingchuan explained with a faint smile, "I used to cook for myself a lot on the battlefield, so I know a bit. Try it today; this is the first time I've ever cooked for my family."

"It's very good. Actually, these seasonings are just for adding flavor. You can add a little bit in."

Song Qingqian stood to the side and reminded her.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Lu Jingchuan smiled gently and nodded.

In contrast to his obvious joy, Lu Yunqi kept his head down and tended the fire, not participating in any of the conversations.

Madam Bai chuckled and whispered to the old lady, "I think the two of them standing there are quite a good match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. They're sure to have a good future together."

The old lady sighed, "But didn't the third son's wife say that the two of them had some kind of agreement? I, this old woman, didn't understand what it meant at the time."

“Mother-in-law, no matter what, this third son’s wife is a lawfully wedded wife, and besides, our third son is no less than anyone else.”

I think the third brother really cares about this wife. Relationships develop gradually over time; once there's affection, things will naturally fall into place.

After Bai finished speaking, the old lady looked up at the two of them and smiled, "Just based on the third son's enthusiasm, I think it will work out."