Selling wife for fame? Kick out the scumbag and marry the new emperor to enjoy the harem of favors

Chapter 29 Are you still qualified to negotiate with me?

"Hey, hey, get up quickly, someone is here to see you, hurry up!"

Prison Department of Punishment.

The jailer opened the cell door, walked in and kicked Wu Que several times.

Wu Que felt pain, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing. He just raised his head with an angry look.

"Snapped--"

A clear slap sounded.

The jailer's slap landed on his face without mercy, causing him to fall to the ground, his face hitting the moldy and damp ground hard.

The corner of his mouth was scratched, and the bloody smell in his mouth mixed with the rotten stench on the ground made him feel nauseous.

But he hadn't eaten for several days, so how could he vomit anything? He just lay on the ground and vomited a few times, spitting out a pool of yellow water mixed with blood.

Just as he was supporting himself on the ground and trying to get up, a pair of white shoes with lotus embroidered patterns appeared in his sight. The toes of the shoes were adorned with pearls, which were exquisite and luxurious, and seemed out of place in this dark cell.

"Thank you for leading the way, big brother. Our lady wants to talk to the people inside alone. Please give her a favor." Qingfang stuffed a heavy purse into the jailer's hand.

The jailer took it and smiled. "It's no big deal. I'll wait outside. But I can't delay too long."

"Don't worry, we'll just talk for a few minutes and then leave." Qingfang nodded.

By the time the jailer left, Wu Que had already climbed up from the ground.

How could he not recognize Qingfang's voice? At this moment, looking at Xie Jiu in gorgeous clothes, his eyes were already filled with poison.

"What are you doing here!"

"Of course it's good news." Xie Jiu raised the corner of his lips and spoke gently, "You may not know yet, but today is the wedding day for your sister and Mr. Zhou. The Zhou family's bridal sedan took them away early in the morning."

She looked calm and composed, as if she was talking about something unimportant.

When Wu Que heard that Wu Qingchan was already married, he couldn't help feeling bitter and resentful, but it was his idea, and now that it had come to fruition, he felt somewhat happy.

Although Wu Que had mixed emotions in his heart, he didn't show them on his face.

He just said coldly, "You came here to see me specially, not just to say this."

He's not that stupid.

Xie Jiu waved the fan in his hand, his brows curved, and said, "Oh, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten. It's easy to get carried away by such happy things. Tsk, there's another thing I haven't told you."

"Today is the day when the Marquis' Mansion is confiscated." Xie Jiu lowered his voice, as if whispering.

After saying this, he covered his face with his fan and chuckled, "Tell me, this is a coincidence, isn't it? It just proves that today is a good day!"

Looking at the woman in front of him talking and laughing, Wu Que gritted his teeth and stared at Xie Jiu with twisted madness in his eyes.
"Bitch, you bitch!" Wu Que arched his back, his face ferocious, and acted like a mad dog about to go mad. "My Wu family's century-old foundation has been destroyed in your hands. Even if I die now, I will drag you down with me!"

As he spoke, Wu Que suddenly jumped up, put his hands towards Xie Jiu's neck, and the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes.

But the next second, his heart-wrenching scream was heard from the cell.

It was Xie Jiu who pulled out the golden hairpin and stabbed it into Wu Que's palm without hesitation. The force was so strong that it pierced Wu Que's hand directly, and then he pulled it out suddenly.

Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing Wu Que's entire palm red.

Chunrong and Qingfang were both stunned. They never expected Xie Jiu to react so quickly and fiercely.

Wailing cries filled the cell. Wu Que lost all his earlier arrogance. His face pale, he clutched his hands, retreating repeatedly until he had nowhere to retreat and clung to the wall. Meanwhile, Xie Jiu pulled out a clean handkerchief and slowly wiped the bloodstained hairpin, his brows furrowed in dissatisfaction.

"Why are you so impulsive? I haven't finished what I want to say."

"I have nothing to say to you!" Wu Que gnashed his teeth, his face twisted in pain, like an ugly devil. "I can't kill you now, but even if I die, I won't let you go!"

Compared to his excited words, Xie Jiu seemed very calm.

He handed the polished gold hairpin to Chunrong, and then spoke leisurely, "This mouth means death whether it is closed or not. It's really unlucky. Don't tell me you really want to die?"

There was obviously another meaning in these words. Although Wu Que was in a state of rage at the moment, his mind was not completely lost, and he immediately caught the hidden meaning in the words.

"Don't beat around the bush here, just tell me what you want to do!"

Xie Jiu raised his eyebrows, looking calm and unhurried.

"You should think carefully about what you have on you that you can use to exchange for your life. Well, let me remind you, for example, silver."

At this point, Xie Jiu pretended to be reluctant and sighed softly, "After all, we are husband and wife. Even if you say a lot of bad things, I still want to remind you that the emperor has only been on the throne for a short time, and the national treasury is empty."

The treasury is empty, so it naturally needs to be replenished as soon as possible.

Confiscating corrupt officials is undoubtedly a good idea.

For example, today we raided the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion.

"The Marquis's Mansion has been ransacked, what else can I have here!" Wu Que felt that he had been fooled and shouted angrily.

Or maybe, he just doesn't want to say.

I also want to protect those secret private properties.

As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Even if he died, Wu Qingchan was still alive.

It can also be left to Wu Qingchan.

But Xie Jiu naturally would not let him get his wish. At this time, he was smiling and motioned Chunrong to hand over the account book in his hand.

"On the surface, the Ministry of Justice naturally follows the law, but there are also private properties. I have been managing the household for the past two years since you got married, so you'd better not tell me that you have nothing in secret."

Wu Que took the account book with trembling hands, flipped through it a few times, and his face darkened.

The things recorded here have clearly marked out 60 to 70 percent of the Wu family's secret private property.

"Don't you already know everything? Why are you still asking me?" Wu Que clenched the account book in his hand. Blood oozed out of the wound, staining the white paper red, which looked particularly glaring.

Xie Jiu immediately frowned in disdain and uttered a sigh, "Now that I'm asking, you better confess everything. Perhaps I can even speak well of you in front of the Emperor. If you keep hiding things, even if you die, I can dig out the rest. Don't even think about keeping anything."

I felt disgusted and my words started to sound harsh.

She had painstakingly compiled that account book, and now it was stained with blood, making it unusable. It was so dirty.

Wu Que heard the disgust and threat in Xie Jiu's voice. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He ignored the pain and tightened his hands even more.

"You should at least agree to some of my requests. Otherwise, why would I tell you this? You can indeed find a way to dig it up after I die, but that would be time-consuming and laborious, and I doubt you'd be willing to put in the effort."

He spoke in a cold voice, expecting the other party to compromise easily, but unexpectedly, all he got was a woman's sneer.

"Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with me?"

(End of this chapter)