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

The Imperial Guards rushed in, ripped off the old emperor's dragon robe, and threw it aside.

The old emperor not only had all his chest hair burned off, but his face was also blackened by soot, and only one eyebrow remained after the burning, making him look utterly ridiculous…

Enraged and trembling, he commanded, "Someone is plotting to assassinate me! Seal the city gates immediately! I will capture him and tear him to pieces!"

"Yes!"

Just as everyone was in a panic, Song Qingqian calmly drugged and knocked out the hundreds of Imperial Guards stationed at the national treasury.

Isn't this a raid? She can raid anywhere; she'll just plunder first, making some extra money to replenish her vast, boundless space.

In the national treasury, which occupies one-third of the entire palace, Song Qingqian first saw the grain storage area.

The entire warehouse was piled with countless reserves of grain, including rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, beans, and other miscellaneous foods such as potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Although it was supposed to be in preparation for famine years, the Chuzhou area suffered three years of severe drought, causing countless people to starve to death, yet the old emperor showed no mercy in opening the national treasury for disaster relief. It was truly despicable…

Since they're not really needed, it's not unreasonable for her to take care of them temporarily, right? Song Qingqian waved her hand and took them all away!

Just think of the old emperor's fat head and big ears; starving for ten days or half a month would be a good way to lose weight. She's actually quite considerate, hehe…

In the warehouse next door, Song Qingqian was so dazzled that she couldn't open her eyes.

The mountains of gold ingots, gold bars, and silver ingots shone with a dazzling brilliance, and the gold and silver utensils and various jewelry truly captivated her heart.

Song Qingqian was dazzled by the various priceless pearls, gemstones, and jade, while silks and satins were neatly piled to one side.

In addition, there are all kinds of leather products, including clothing, shoes, saddles and more.

Take it all away, don't leave that old emperor a single tael of silver.

She easily found the medicine storage room and smelled a lingering medicinal fragrance.

Cheap herbs like licorice, angelica, poria, and atractylodes were piled up haphazardly in a corner, while more expensive herbs like ginseng, deer antler, and lingzhi were displayed on a large cabinet.

Finally, Song Qingqian also discovered various extremely rare medicinal materials in the secret chamber, including bezoar, musk, rhinoceros horn, and so on.

Without leaving a single one, Song Qingqian stored all the cabinets and medicine-brewing utensils into her space.

The armory was filled with knives, swords, guns, shields, and armor, piling up to fill the entire storeroom.

It's such a waste not to use so many weapons on the battlefield. Song Qingqian shook her head as she thought of their recent discussion about being attacked by the Eastern Ling Kingdom.

Originally, Lu Jingchuan wanted to volunteer to guard a region, but now it seems unnecessary. This kind of dog emperor is not worth his loyalty. Take him away!

The imperial kitchen was not spared either; Song Qingqian took away all the pots, pans, and utensils, leaving half of the palace empty.

The entire palace was in chaos. The old emperor had just changed his clothes and came out when he heard officials report that the national treasury, the Imperial Hospital, and the Imperial Kitchen had been robbed. He was so enraged that he fainted.

After being finally awakened by the imperial physician pinching his philtrum, the old emperor saw that the Golden Water River, which ran through the entire palace, had dried up instantly, leaving not even a single goldfish behind...

Could it be that his old eyes are failing him? The old emperor looked more closely and found that the entire back garden, including the rockery, pavilions, and even the century-old trees, had disappeared, leaving only a bare expanse as far as the eye could see.

An old minister muttered, "Could it be that the gods in heaven want to take back the fortune of our Northern Xia Kingdom?"

"No...it must be the Imperial Concubine returning; she's punishing us..."

Upon hearing the name of the Imperial Concubine, the Emperor was startled and ordered, "Go, quickly bring the Eighth Prince here. I miss my son dearly today and wish to sleep with him in the same bed."

Little did he know, the moment he finished speaking, all his beds, along with the furniture in the room, vanished...

A moment later, the empress and her concubines collapsed in tears in front of the old emperor.

"Your Majesty, you must avenge me! That thief went too far! Everything in my room was gone in the blink of an eye, even the bronze mirror..."

"Your Majesty, my room has also been burgled..."

"emperor…"

The old emperor had a headache from listening to this, and within an hour, he had fainted several times.

"Imperial Consort... what about the Yuheng Courtyard? Has it been burglarized?"

The old emperor spoke weakly, and the concubines looked at each other and all shook their heads. Soon, the head maid was summoned, and she replied sorrowfully:

"Your Majesty, the Yuheng Courtyard is safe and sound; nothing has been stolen!"

The old emperor suddenly felt the air around him become eerily cold and chilly, as if the imperial concubine were right beside him, gently stroking his cheek…

"Ah...get away, get away now..."

The old emperor was so frightened that he quickly hid behind Eunuch Quan. Then he swiftly snatched the Eighth Prince and held him tightly in his arms.

The Eighth Prince was in pain from being grabbed and burst into loud cries. Everyone looked at each other, and immediately shrank back in fright.

After Song Qingqian finished inspecting the palace, she searched around but couldn't find Lu Jingchuan, so she had no choice but to give up.

After all, the old emperor has already said he will be exiled, so he certainly won't take Lu Jingchuan's life for the time being.

As she was leaving, Song Qingqian glanced back at the magnificent city gate, which looked so majestic and grand under the moonlight. This was a rare sight, and she couldn't leave without taking it!

"Ah! The city gate... the city gate is lost..."

Shouts rose and fell behind her, and at that moment Song Qingqian felt that these were the most beautiful notes in the world.

Thinking back to the people in the Golden Palace, Song Qingqian, adhering to the principle of sharing her favors equally, kindly visited their residences as well.

Looking at the account books seized from the Crown Prince's residence, Song Qingqian ransacked all the shops and restaurants under his name.

For her final stop, she went to the home of the original owner's adoptive father.

At this moment, the original owner's cheap father was not yet asleep, and was studying the mysteries of the body while holding his newly acquired beautiful concubine.

Song Qingqian glanced at the time and couldn't help but admire him. It was already past four in the morning and he still hadn't quieted down. It seemed his body was quite robust...

Since her adoptive father was so enthusiastic about this, it would seem unfilial of her not to help. Song Qingqian smiled brightly and blew some smoke into the room to liven things up.

The bed was too dirty for her to care about. Song Qingqian twirled it a few times, and with a loud thud, the bed collapsed!

The commotion alerted the servants in the courtyard, followed by a series of screams!

Song Qingqian had no interest in watching their act and rushed to Song Weilan's room. Song Weilan had just finished dressing and was about to open the door when she suddenly lost consciousness.

Jealous, huh? Then let me make you jealous to your heart's content. Song Qingqian pulled the hairpin off her head, and her long hair, like a waterfall, instantly broke free from its restraints and cascaded down. She looked quite charming in this way.

Song Qingqian gently ran her fingers through her hair, and images of her tearing the original owner's hair and beating her up flashed through her mind.

My cheeks felt faintly hot, as if the countless slaps I received were still there, never fading away…