If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

One night of madness, day after day.

By the time dawn broke, the two had become intimately familiar with each other.

"Miss, it's time to start cleaning the building."

Outside the door, a maid's cautious voice could be heard urging them on.

Qin Feng stretched and felt refreshed, but instead of getting out of bed, he hugged the soft, warm woman in his arms even tighter.

"Young master..."

Li Chan'er leaned lazily against his strong chest, like a contented cat.

Qin Feng looked down at the stunning beauty in his arms and suddenly remembered the system's notification from yesterday.

Was she the daughter of a disgraced official?

Could it be that some classic plot point has been triggered?

A father in prison, a sick mother, a young brother, and a broken woman...

If I don't help her, who will?

Qin Feng mentally scoffed, then asked, "Chan'er, your background...would you mind telling me?"

Upon hearing this, Li Chan'er's delicate body visibly stiffened.

Her eyes, which had just held a hint of allure, instantly dimmed, and an unyielding sorrow rose to her brows.

"My father... was originally a civil official in the imperial court."

She was on the verge of tears as she recounted that painful past.

"Later, he was framed by treacherous officials, falsely accused, and thrown into prison...and I was also implicated and ended up in this brothel."

"Fortunately, my father still had some old friends in the court who secretly made arrangements, which allowed me to preserve my innocence and remain a respectable courtesan, selling my art but not my body!"

That's it!

No wonder she was able to refuse that young prince before.

"Who is that treacherous minister who harmed your father?" Qin Feng pressed.

"Left Prime Minister, Yun Song!"

When Li Chan'er uttered this name, her voice was filled with deep-seated hatred.

Yun Song?

Good heavens, it's our old nemesis!

Isn't this my cheap father-in-law?

What a small world!

Back when the Qin family was at its peak, Yun Song was just a minor Hanlin scholar. In order to curry favor with the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor, he took the initiative to propose that his daughter, Yun Qingya, be betrothed to Qin Feng.

Later, the Qin family suffered a great calamity, with all the loyal members dying on the battlefield, leaving only Qin Feng as the sole heir.

Yun Song did not offer any assistance; instead, he stood by and did nothing.

This person is incredibly shrewd and adept at maneuvering, flattering the powerful and belittling the weak, and only currying favor with those who are of use to them.

In just twenty years, he climbed step by step to the position of Left Prime Minister, wielding immense power in the court.

Although Yun Song was not directly responsible for the Qin family's decline, he was certainly no good either!

"Chan'er, don't worry."

Qin Feng stroked her soft, long hair and solemnly promised, "In the future, when I have enough power, I will definitely redeem you and take you away from this place!"

After all, she gave herself her most precious first time.

Qin Feng is very possessive and has already regarded her as his woman, not allowing anyone else to touch her!

"Young master, your intention is enough, but redeeming yourself is as difficult as climbing to heaven."

Li Chan'er looked at him through teary eyes and shook her head.

"How much silver is needed to redeem yourself?" Qin Feng asked.

"Ten thousand taels of silver," she replied.

hiss……

Qin Feng clicked his tongue in amazement.

That's an astronomical figure!

Even if he put all his assets together, he wouldn't be able to scrape together that fraction.

"and……"

A hint of despair returned to Li Chan'er's face: "Even if I manage to raise enough money, without the Left Prime Minister's approval, the madam of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion would never dare to let me go!"

This is the biggest problem!

Money can be earned, but that old fox Yun Song wields immense power.

Getting him to open up is easier said than done.

"Young master, Chan'er dares not hope to marry you, she only hopes that you will visit Chan'er often in the future..."

"this……"

Qin Feng suddenly found it difficult to speak.

He wanted to, but his abilities wouldn't allow it!

Last night, it was that rich woman, Young Master Xia, who treated everyone to a meal; otherwise, he wouldn't have had the money to attend Li Chan'er's elegant gathering.

The embarrassment on his face did not escape Li Chan'er's notice.

Far from showing the slightest disgust, she moved even closer and softly said, "Young master, if you wish to come again, just look for me. You only need to pay the five taels of silver for tea to appease the madam."

"If even this tea money isn't enough, Chan'er has saved up some private savings over the years... which can be given to you, young master."

By the end, her voice was barely audible, and her pretty face was flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

A surge of indescribable emotion welled up in Qin Feng's heart.

A woman of the night not only didn't want his money, but was even willing to give him her own savings.

Who says actors are heartless?

"Chan'er!"

Qin Feng held her tightly and whispered a poem in her ear.

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

"I don't ask for forever, I only ask for what I had!"

……

A moment later, Qin Feng, dressed neatly with Li Chan'er's help, left Zuixianlou.

The cool morning breeze instantly cleared his head, which had been feverish from a night of indulgence.

To redeem himself, he needed ten thousand taels of silver, and he also had to appease the Left Chancellor, Yun Song.

This is incredibly difficult!

But with the incredible talent of "photographic memory" and the system, anything is possible in the future!

He tallied up the amount of silver he had on him.

The five hundred taels given by Yun Qingya, plus the three hundred taels obtained from selling the tiger yesterday, totaled eight hundred taels.

This huge sum of money, converted to purchasing power in my previous life, would have been worth a full four million.

Get rich overnight!

Qin Feng's first stop was a pawnshop.

"Shopkeeper, redeem the pawned item!"

He slapped a pawn ticket on the counter, tossed over a silver ingot, and redeemed his sister-in-law Bai Wanqing's jade bracelet.

He then embarked on a buying spree.

"Boss, give me three of these hairpins!"

"This brocade, in the finest color, I need three pieces cut!"

"And this box of rouge, that's three boxes too!"

The shop assistants stared wide-eyed at this generous young man, bowing and scraping obsequiously.

Having three beautiful wives at home, I naturally have to treat them all equally, and none of them should be neglected.

This purchase cost dozens of taels of silver, which were spent like water.

Qin Feng, however, didn't care at all.

Money only becomes money when it's spent.

He then found a broker in the capital who specialized in buying and selling houses.

The Qin family's old house is too dilapidated; it's time to move to a bigger house.

"Young master, what kind of house are you looking to buy?" the broker asked, rubbing his hands together with a broad smile.

"It needs to be big, impressive, and in a good location!" Qin Feng stated his requirements directly.

When the broker quoted a price, Qin Feng was stunned.

"Oh dear, young master, please don't think I'm being nosy!"

"In our capital city, to buy a decent house, you'd need at least several thousand taels of silver, and that's in the suburbs!"

"If you want to buy property on those main streets in the inner city, that's not something money can buy!"

The man with the tooth looked mysterious and lowered his voice.

"Those residences were either bestowed by His Majesty or reserved for high-ranking officials of the third rank or above!"

Qin Feng's heart sank as he recalled the Qin family's former residence, the Marquis of Loyalty's Mansion.

"Who lives in that Marquis of Loyalty's mansion now?" he asked, seemingly casually.

"Oh, you mean that one? It was given to the current mighty general!"

A mighty general?

Qin Feng remembered the name, and at the same time thought to himself:

Eight hundred taels of silver may seem like a lot, but in the capital city where land is incredibly valuable, it's far from enough to buy a decent house.

It seems that the plan to make money is a long and arduous one.