Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

At this moment, Grandmother Jia's heart trembled, and she suddenly remembered her impulsive act just now—she had even thought of hitting Yingchun.

What is Yingchun's current status?

Not only is she Jia Yi's younger sister, but she is also the Crown Princess personally chosen by Emperor Yuankang!

She actually tried to teach the future empress a lesson?!

A chill ran down Grandmother Jia's spine; she wanted to slap herself twice—had she just been out of her mind?!

Such a powerful and influential figure, I should have just ignored him, but I almost kicked him away!

Tan Chun stood to the side, her eyes burning with rage as she stared at Ying Chun.

Both were born out of wedlock, but she had a great older brother who quickly rose to become a noble county princess; and what about her? Who was her brother? It was Jia Baoyu, who spent all his time wallowing in rouge and rouge!

Just then, Jia Baoyu looked up, grinned at her, revealing eight white teeth, looking adorably simple-minded.

Tan Chun rolled her eyes and gave him a bright, glaring glare.

Jia Baoyu was stunned, looking bewildered: What happened to me?

Could it be... because I glanced at her with my left eye first?

"My lord! My lord!"

A soldier burst through the door, panting, nearly slipping and falling to his knees. "The search and inventory of the Lai Da and Lai Er families is complete—a total of 600,000 taels of silver! It's all been dug up!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Yi immediately rolled his eyes.

Why not just move it back? Why are you making a public announcement here?!

What's even more outrageous is that this person shouted loudly in front of all the relatives in the yard—as if he was afraid others wouldn't know that our family was making money.

"Six hundred thousand taels," Grandmother Jia murmured softly, her fingertips trembling.

She had known all along that the Lai family embezzled money, but she just assumed they were secretly taking a few tens of thousands of taels of silver to give to her.

Who would have thought that these two lackeys would dare to treat the Ning and Rong mansions as their own treasury and swallow them clean!

"Yi-ge'er," Jia She immediately put on a kind smile, moved closer to Jia Yi, and said in a tone so warm it was almost dripping with affection, "This money... you see, could we... share it?"

"dream."

Jia Yi gave him a cold glance, got up and left, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, showing no mercy whatsoever.

You dare to covet my money?

Just as Jia She felt a tightness in his chest and wished he could vomit blood, Wang Xifeng spoke slowly, her voice not loud, but like a knife cutting through ice:

"By the way, there are quite a few stewards in the manor."

In short, it was like a spark falling into a haystack.

"That's right!" Jia She instantly perked up, his eyes gleaming with greed. "Lian'er! Grab the guards, let's go! We won't sleep tonight, we'll raid every house!"

Jia Lian followed his father with a scurrying gait, his steps as light as if he were about to pick up gold ingots.

The big tiger was captured by Jia Yi, but these little mice are enough to make a good living off us!

-

As soon as he stepped into his own mansion, before he could even take off his shoes, he saw Niu Jizong carrying a jar of wine, staggering over, his face flushed, looking just like Guan Yu who had just been pulled out of a wine vat.

"Yi-ge! Come quick!" He grabbed Jia Yi in a hug, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Today, we uncle and nephew won't leave until we're drunk!"

"Okay!" Jia Yi replied without hesitation.

He thought his uncle had come to congratulate him on his promotion to First-Class Duke, so he immediately ordered the kitchen to prepare a feast and ordered people to bring out all the fine wines from the cellar.

The two sat facing each other, drinking heartily. Their bowls were bigger than their cups, and each gulp contained half a jin of strong liquor.

"belch--!!!"

After only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Niu Jizong let out a tremendous burp, and his tongue began to tie itself in knots.

"Uncle, your alcohol tolerance isn't very high, is it?" Jia Yi picked up his bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped down another bowl. "This is nothing, and you can't even hold on anymore?"

Niu Jizong waved his hand and shook his head, on the verge of tears: "It's not that I can't hold my liquor... it's that you're too reckless! Who could withstand you pouring gunpowder down their throat like that, bowl after bowl?!"

His eyes were blurry with drunkenness, but he gave a thumbs up: "Brother Yi, you're a real tough guy!"

Then, changing the subject, she lowered her voice, sounding somewhat hesitant: "Actually... I came today because I need your help."

"Oh?" Jia Yi raised an eyebrow.

"My good-for-nothing second son... Niu Erhu, he idles away his days, getting into fights, and the family can hardly tolerate him anymore." Niu Jizong rubbed his hands, his face turning even redder. "Look, could you... let him hang out with you for a couple of days? It'll be good for him to suffer a little, instead of just loitering around the streets of the capital all day."

Upon hearing this, Jia Yi laughed heartily: "A piece of cake!"

"Just send him over, I'll take care of it."

"In less than three months, I guarantee he'll be even stronger than Niu Dahao, and he'll be able to scare away a whole gang of bandits just by standing there!"

Upon hearing this, Niu Jizong was so excited that he almost knelt down and kowtowed.

But he himself didn't realize it—

The "spend a couple of days" he talks about and the "training into elites" that Jia Yi understands are completely different things.

"No, no, my second son is quite capable."

"It's just that... we're not engaged yet."

"hey-hey!!!"

Niu Jizong grinned, the wrinkles around his eyes revealing his scheming.

Jia Yi, who had been all smiles, suddenly froze, his smile instantly turning to ice.

Oops!

Niu Jizong came specifically to welcome the Spring Festival!

"Brother Yi, we men don't do those fancy things."

"Me—"

Before he could finish speaking, a whooshing sound rang out as a heavy wine jar flew out from the shadows and slammed into Niu Jizong's forehead with a thud. Blood splattered everywhere, and he immediately rolled his eyes back and fainted.

Jia Yi's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently—

Emperor Yuankang?!

The emperor clapped his hands leisurely, his fingertips still dusted from the throwing motion, looking completely unconcerned.

"Minister Jia, I've heard that your cook's braised lion's head meatballs are absolutely superb."

"I came here specifically to freeload a meal."

As he spoke, he gave Niu Jizong, who was lying unconscious on the ground, a light kick, his eyes so cold they could freeze.

This fool, how dare he make a move on my future daughter-in-law?

Once things settle down with the Mongol Yuan dynasty, immediately send him to Zhejiang to be fed by the sea and let him have close contact with the Japanese pirates!

"Xia Shouzhong!" Emperor Yuankang called out, his tone light and cheerful, as if he were ordering tea.

"Can't you see that Minister Niu is drunk? Quickly drag him away, don't make a mess of the banquet."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Xia Shouzhong understood immediately and called two guards, who quickly picked up Niu Jizong like a dead dog, dragged him from the center of the banquet, and threw him into the ditch under the eaves.

Jia Yi stared at this scene, a chill running down his spine.

Good heavens, outwardly gentle and refined, but behind the scenes, he's more ruthless than an assassin—this emperor is vicious!

Emperor Yuankang breathed a sigh of relief: Luckily, they arrived in time; any later and his future daughter-in-law would have been betrothed!

"My dear Jia, eat!"

"You must be tired from your trip to Jiangnan. I'd like to offer you a toast."

Jia Yigang and Niu Jizong had just finished three rounds of drinks, and before they were even sober, they were forced to raise their cups again to drink with the emperor.

As the two were exchanging words, they suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps outside the hall. A young eunuch stumbled in, his face ashen.