My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 73 Knife
Mingli shook his head as if he had been relieved of the burden, relaxed his shoulders, took off his wedding gown and hung it aside.

Her face was still made up, her black hair reached down to her waist, and her white inner garment was very suggestive. She walked around the bed and pulled open the curtain, revealing a pile of about 150 or 60 large nanmu boxes behind her.

Zhang Zhi asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Count the money and settle the bill."

Mingli took out a booklet and a charcoal pencil from his pocket and walked in with big strides. Zhang Zhi quickly grabbed a cloak and chased after him.

"There's no heater here. It's very cold. Put it on quickly."

The black fox fur was extremely warm, and Mingli let Zhang Zhi put it on her. She squatted in front of a box and carefully counted the things inside.

Seeing that she was so happy, Zhang Zhi naturally didn't stop her. He dragged a chair over and sat behind her, watching with interest.

"You have too much. I don't think we can finish ordering them in one night. Do we have anything to do tomorrow?" Mingli asked while ordering.

Zhang Zhi smiled helplessly and said, "Normally, the morning will be very busy. How about I accompany you back in the afternoon?"

Mingli shook his head, but he didn't stop counting: "Not in the afternoon. Ming'an will die tomorrow afternoon. I have to wait for someone to tell me the news. I have to go back to seek justice."

"Are you so sure that Ming An will swallow the fake death drug as you instructed? As I recall, you haven't done him any good at all."

"If she doesn't die tomorrow, then I am blind and I have mistaken her for someone else." Mingli carefully picked up a celadon vase from the box. "How much is this worth?"

Zhang Zhi felt uncomfortable sitting down, so he directly brought a soft couch. He leaned on it, supporting his chin with one hand, "This is an antique from the previous dynasty, it's worth about 10,000 taels. Are you short of money recently?"

"I've always been short of money."

Mingli happily wrote down the price of the porcelain vase, "You said before that all the silver in the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion would belong to me. Does that still count?"

Zhang Zhi smiled: "Of course."

"That's good. But you don't have to worry too much, I will spend it frugally." Mingli smiled slyly. Never mind. She would go to the pawn shop and pawn all these treasures in the next two days.

If you change it into hard cash, maybe you can even get it back into gold!
She is going to become rich overnight!

The two were chatting casually when suddenly there were three knocks on the door.

Zhang Zhi turned his head, clicked his tongue, and said impatiently, "Who is it, on our wedding night, so tactless?"

"Open the door and draw the curtains so that the wealth is not exposed." Mingli waved his hand and said. Zhang Zhi responded and stood up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Shen Ke.

"Did I disturb you?"

Shen Ke had no guards behind him, and it was getting late, so the guests had already left. He put aside his princely airs and looked at Zhang Zhi with a smile.

Zhang Zhi asked doubtfully, "Your Highness? Didn't we just talk outside? Is there anything else?"

"I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for Miss Ming. Where is she?" Shen Ke poked his head inside, but didn't see anyone. "Did she run away from her marriage?"

"He didn't run away. He was counting money. Your Highness, please come in and talk." Zhang Zhi turned sideways and shouted inside: "Yangyang, Your Highness is here."

Mingli lifted the curtain and poked his head out: "Your Highness?"

"I didn't intend to come here. Xi Mo came to talk to me just now, and I feel that some things should be made clear today." Shen Ke said as he walked in and sat down. He looked at Ming Li and said, "Second Miss Ming, how about you conduct the interrogation of Mo Zhao?"

"I'll judge?"

Mingli sat down opposite Shen Ke and asked curiously, "Why does His Highness suddenly want me to interrogate you?"

"Your Highness, did Xi Mo say anything? This man is not reliable." Zhang Zhi continued. At this time, a voice came from the door again: "Young Master Zhang, we just cooperated once in the Kyoto government office a few days ago, there is no need to belittle me like this, right?"

Xi Mo stood outside the door with a sad look in his eyes. Zhang Zhi stood up immediately when he saw him, his words full of hostility: "No, I invited you to the wedding banquet today?"

"I came here uninvited." Xi Mo smiled gently, his eyes fell on Ming Li, with regret in his eyes: "Second Miss Ming, I wish you a happy marriage."

Mingli nodded in return: "Thank you, Master Xi." She grabbed Zhang Zhi's sleeve and stuffed the book in her hand into his arms, then glared at him: "You go get the money, I'll take care of this."

"I won't!" Zhang Zhi sat down next to Mingli angrily, wrapping his hands around her arms. "I'm not going anywhere. I want to sit here and listen!"

Mingli: “.”

She pointed to the last stool and said, "Master Xi, how about this?"

"Alright."

Xi Mo took a seat, took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Mingli.

"This is the secret order sent from Imperial Concubine Yun's Hanyue Palace today. This time, Mo Zhao was attacked, which completely damaged the Second Prince's foundation. I intercepted it first, but if there is no response tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I am afraid that the Second Prince will notice it."

Mingli glanced at the secret order and saw the words "Investigate Mingli quickly, if there is any problem, kill him" written on it.

"Since the Imperial Concubine has the intention to kill you, then I think His Majesty must have confirmed that you are His Highness's man." Zhang Zhi's expression suddenly became serious. He looked at Shen Ke and said, "Your Highness, the blade should be used in the dark. If it is revealed too early, it may be broken."

This sentence was a reminder to Shen Ke to protect Mingli. Imperial Concubine Yun and the Second Prince were always cruel and vicious.

Shen Ke naturally understood the metaphor in these words. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Mingli refute Zhang Zhi, "I think this is a good thing."

Zhang Zhi looked back in surprise.

"The blade hidden in the dark will eventually be speculated and feared by the enemy. If it is placed there in the open, day after day, they will definitely relax their guard." Mingli supported her head with one hand, her eyebrows furrowed, and she suddenly asked Shen Ke: "Your Highness, do you have a way to let me enter the palace?"

Zhang Zhi grabbed her and asked, "You want to enter the palace?"

"Of course not for the concubine," Mingli sighed helplessly, and comforted: "I am outside the palace, and it is inconvenient for the Royal Concubine and the Second Prince to take action. But if I am in the palace, it will be different. It will be easier for them to take action, and it will be easier for me to get hold of their handle."

In fact, there is selfish motive behind knowing etiquette.

If she wanted to overthrow the Ming family, it would not be enough to just join the prince's school. She needed to climb up step by step until she could stand on equal footing with Ming Boyuan.

Ming Boyuan would not be afraid of a bird that was hidden in a golden cage by a man in a marquis's mansion.

Blood feud cannot be avenged in a large mansion.

Xi Mo nodded happily and said, "That's exactly what I meant."

"His Majesty ordered me to wait for Jiangnan's decree, which will come down soon. During this period of time, the first thing we need to do is to pry open Mo Zhao's mouth. The second thing is to deal with the Second Prince's party. He will definitely send people to assassinate them along the way during the trip to Jiangnan. We need an insider who can lurk beside the Second Prince."

Zhang Zhi was silent.

He never minded Mingli's meddling in state affairs, nor did he mind her playing power games, but he did not want her to be a pawn.

He himself was the knife in the hands of His Majesty and the Crown Prince. He knew what it felt like to be a knife, so he did not want Mingli to become a knife as well.

At this point, everything is no longer within our imagination.

Zhang Zhi was a little scared.

(End of this chapter)