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

A huge wave of emotions surged in Lu Jingchuan's heart in an instant. With his back to Song Qingqian, strange emotions welled up in his eyes.

The rhythm of my heartbeat was disrupted, and after a brief silence, it turned into a raging torrent, and the turmoil in my heart was hard to suppress.

For the first time, he felt an urge to hold Song Qingqian tightly in his arms and cherish her.

Looking back, Lu Jingchuan felt that the best thing he ever did was to keep Song Qingqian with him…

Seeing Lu Jingchuan remain silent, Song Qingqian didn't say anything more. After all, it was just comforting someone, and anyone could say that. But if the perspective were reversed, she might not be as open-minded as Lu Jingchuan.

"Alright, don't get it wet again for a while."

Lu Jingchuan nodded, restraining his impulse to put on his inner garment, then put on his outer robe and went to the bed. He then slowly and methodically removed one side of his underpants and used the outer robe to cover the area above the wound.

Song Qingqian shrugged helplessly, picked up her medicine box, and followed him into the inner room.

The arrow wound on his thigh was obviously more serious. After such a long delay, it was red and swollen. So, Lu Jingchuan's limp was not an act.

"This wound is too deep and needs to be stitched up. It will hurt a lot, so please bear with it."

Song Qingqian reminded him that there was indeed anesthesia available, but some people were intolerant to it, so the effect was the same whether it was administered or not, and the pain would still be intense once the anesthesia wore off. Besides, his wound wasn't that big, so Song Qingqian simply ignored it.

“I’ve suffered even more serious injuries before, so this is nothing.”

Lu Jingchuan smiled gently, gazing into her earnest eyes. The candlelight was just right, stirring ripples in his heart.

His infatuated gaze finally displeased Song Qingqian. Without even raising her eyes, Song Qingqian reminded him:

"Lu Jingchuan, you'd better know when to stop, or I'll gouge your eyes out."

"You really have no sense of romance!"

Lu Jingchuan smiled, his eyes narrowing. Why was she always so unpredictable? Did she not have even the slightest bit of affection for him?

Song Qingqian jokingly said, "With your life constantly in danger, how can you have time to think about anything else? Could it be that our War God General is a love-struck fool?"

What does "love-struck" mean?

Lu Jingchuan asked in confusion, "Why have I never heard of this word before?"

Song Qingqian put the needles away, applied medicine, and bandaged him up.

"Take your time to understand the literal meaning."

After saying that, Song Qingqian whispered, "Do you know where Sun Wuyin went? I always feel that Bingzhou is not peaceful. Didn't you say that the assassin escaped here last time? Could he make a move at night?"

"Even if they make a move, there's no need to panic. We have our own people inside and outside this post station. They'll notice and deal with any disturbance immediately."

Lu Jingchuan calmly said, "As for Sun Wuyin, he most likely went to the government office."

Song Qingqian nodded thoughtfully. Just then, Bei Chu knocked on the door and reminded her:

"Master, young mistress, dinner is ready."

"it is good!"

Lu Jingchuan replied, then got up and put on his robe. Song Qingqian turned her head away and went to pack her medicine box. A moment later, the two went out.

Just after midnight, Song Qingqian changed into a night outfit and quietly slipped out of the post station, heading straight for the Bingzhou government office.

Since they were all henchmen of the First Prince, she didn't need to be polite. She hadn't had time to replenish her private treasury on the way here, and she really felt that it was lacking.

The county magistrate's residence was magnificent, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an air of wealth.

Even at this hour, the mansion was still brightly lit, with toasts and laughter filling the air. Song Qingqian quickly avoided the crowd and headed towards the storeroom.

With seventeen or eighteen guards patrolling the three layers of buildings, the level of tension suggests that there must be a considerable amount of valuables inside.

Taking advantage of their casual conversation, Song Qingqian flicked two sleeping pills at them. The pills exploded upon landing, and just as the group was about to resist, they instantly lost consciousness.

"You're quite wary, but it's all in vain. You're just unlucky to have run into me!"

After complaining, Song Qingqian strode in. Sure enough, the storeroom was piled high with treasures, and gold, silver and jade artifacts were dazzling and glittering. Not to mention the others, there were ten large boxes of gold ingots neatly arranged.

With a gentle stroke of her fingers, Song Qingqian smiled wickedly and took everything away. Looking at the warehouse that was now completely empty, she felt incredibly satisfied.

Right next to the warehouse was the grain depot. The old rice piled up in a corner of the warehouse was moldy and no one took care of it. The new grain was also piled up randomly according to type.

Song Qingqian clicked her tongue twice. This perfectly good thing was being wasted in this person's hands. It was such a waste.

With a wave of her hand, Song Qingqian took away everything usable, leaving only the moldy, spoiled food that even dogs wouldn't eat...

Since they were henchmen of the First Prince, they must have an armory. Song Qingqian wandered around the area but couldn't find one.

Suddenly, she had a bright idea and sneaked into the study of the prefect. The antique-style study was filled with towering bookshelves and all kinds of books.

The four treasures of the study were laid out on the desk, and a very grand calligraphy and painting hung on the wall. Song Qingqian's gaze swept over the brushstrokes, and her eyes unconsciously deepened...

This magistrate is really a die-hard fan of the Crown Prince, so openly telling everyone that he's protected by the Crown Prince.

Song Qingqian took away all the calligraphy, paintings, books, and valuables. Looking at a piece of ornament that remained motionless on the shelf, she stepped over and gently turned it, causing the shelf in the study to suddenly begin to move.

In a short while, a secret passage suddenly appeared. Song Qingqian had a backup plan and went inside. After walking five or six meters, two secret chambers appeared in front of her.

The one on the left is clearly the private vault, which contains rare and unique treasures.

Song Qingqian opened a brocade box in the center, inside which were two account books and a set of keys neatly arranged. These keys must be from the storeroom.

Before she could examine it closely, Song Qingqian took the brocade box with her. The other room was indeed an armory.

The armory contained a wide variety of weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, and all kinds, their cold gleams radiating a chilling aura.

The armory actually had a back door. They took everything without leaving a single one behind. Song Qingqian walked out through the back door and found that it was a rockery in the backyard of the mansion.

The artificial hill and pond were quite nice, and the lotus flowers were blooming beautifully. But in a short while, a dark hole suddenly appeared in the bare backyard…

Song Qingqian quickly jumped onto the roof and rushed to the bustling front hall. Just as Lu Jingchuan had guessed, Sun Wuyin was indeed there.

Following the sound, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes but with a bloated figure appeared in Song Qingqian's line of sight.

Although he wore a brocade robe and jade belt, he exuded an aura of greed; this must be the host, the magistrate of Bingzhou Prefecture.

At another table sat a handsome man with deep, unfathomable eyes, yet possessing an indescribable feminine charm.

He was refined in appearance and elegant in demeanor, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, giving Song Qingqian a chilling feeling.

In an instant, Song Qingqian thought of Lin Zhang, whom Lu Jingchuan had mentioned. Could it be him? Whether it was or not, in her eyes they were all a bunch of rabble!