Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Gu Mingyue heard Yi Wu muttering and looked up at him.

"Yi Wu, what did you say?"

Yi Wu collected the note used for tattling and fell down from the top of the wall.

It landed silently, with an air of arrogance and indifference.

"An imperial decree has arrived."

Gu Mingyue blinked. "What imperial decree?"

"Gu, the editor, is urgently summoned back to the capital."

"ha?"

Gu Mingyue opened her eyes wide.

"Wasn't my brother supposed to be finishing up flood control work in Jiangzhou? Why the sudden summons?"

Yi Wu stood ramrod straight, his hands behind his back, speaking earnestly.

"Perhaps His Majesty fears he might die out there."

Gu Mingyue was stunned for two seconds.

Yi Wu continued speaking, his attitude completely serious.

"His Majesty's exact words: 'Editor Gu is away in another region, and even if the immortal appeared in my dream at night, he would still have to travel a long distance. This isn't about whether the immortal is tired or not; it's a great disrespect!'"

He paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"Once the follow-up arrangements for the flood control in Jiangzhou are completed, Editor Gu can go and inspect it every ten days. He can also be on duty at the Imperial Study at other times."

Gu Mingyue's lips twitched.

Okay.

Xiao Ye's reasoning was so compelling that even immortals would be stunned, let alone court officials.

But she understood Xiao Ye's true meaning.

Given Her Majesty's personality, this means she acknowledges her brother's knowledge and abilities.

First came flood control, then came the production of disinfectant.

Xiao Ye saw all of this.

As for why they suddenly decided to keep people under their noses?

Gu Mingyue hadn't figured it out yet.

However, there are also benefits to her brother serving in front of the emperor.

This will make it easier for her brother to complete his palace intrigue missions in the future.

They also gained another channel to speak to the emperor.

Three days later, Gu Mingli returned to Kyoto, travel-worn and exhausted.

Before even entering the house, they came to the ancestral hall.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the courtyard full of patients and the imperial physicians who were so busy that they were practically running around like headless chickens. His expression changed.

"Is it that serious?"

"We've got most of it under control, but it's not time to relax yet."

Gu Mingyue handed him a bowl of water.

Gu Mingli took two gulps, wiped his mouth, and looked around.

"Is there enough disinfectant?"

"Weihu Village produces 120 jars a day, which is enough for now."

Gu Mingli nodded and took out a slip of paper, handing it over.

"I received the news on my way back. The imperial court has allocated funds for epidemic prevention."

Gu Mingyue took it and looked at it.

The imperial court allocated 200,000 taels of silver specifically for epidemic relief in the capital and surrounding counties and towns.

It's good that the money has arrived.

But there's another line of text below.

The official in charge of disaster relief for this epidemic was Right Chancellor Gu Debai.

The brother and sister were silent for three seconds.

Gu Mingli frowned in thought.

"The emperor suddenly summoned me back to the capital and put my father in charge of disaster relief? Is this trust or a trap?"

"Whether it's trust or baiting, the result is the same." Gu Mingyue's voice was very low.

"Our father has such a knack for making money; he can't control himself once he gets his hands on silver."

"Didn't it say in 'Future Headlines'? Our dad embezzled 100,000 this time!"

The brother and sister looked at each other again.

Gu Debai had been corrupt for over ten years. Letting him handle 200,000 taels of silver without taking a cut was no different than letting a cat watch a fish shop.

"We have to find a way to keep Dad away from this money."

Gu Mingyue crossed her arms and began pacing around the room.

Gu Mingli leaned against the wall, his mind racing.

"Then what should we do? Physically stop them?"

"It's better to physically stop his heart than to physically stop his hands. Make him afraid to touch it himself."

How can you suddenly make someone who has been corrupt for twenty years stop being corrupt?

Gu Mingyue slowly turned her head, her eyes lit up, and she smiled slyly.

"We can scare him."

"Scare him?"

"Our dad loves money, but he values ​​his life even more."

"What if he felt that coveting this money would cost him his life?"

Gu Mingli opened his eyes wide, stopped in his tracks, and turned around.

"How are you going to scare me?"

Gu Mingyue smiled and her eyes crinkled.

"Playing tricks."

……

On the same day that the Gu siblings were plotting how to scare their father, another incident occurred in Kyoto.

The Marquis of Chengen's residence has been sealed off.

The Censorate found thirty-seven boxes of gold and more than sixty fake accounts in the Hou Mansion's cellar.

And a secret letter from a tribe in southern Xinjiang that was secretly communicating with them.

That afternoon, Marquis Chengen was escorted into the Ministry of Justice prison by the Five Cities Military Command.

When the news reached the inner palace, Consort Mei was drinking tea in her own bedchamber.

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

The palace maids were so frightened that they all knelt down, and none of them dared to step forward to clean up the mess.

Consort Mei gripped the armrest tightly, her fingernails digging into the wood.

She hates many people.

But at the very top of the list is Gu Jia.

If Gu Mingli hadn't ruined her plans at the birthday banquet, the Miao Gu Master would have succeeded.

If it weren't for Gu Mingyue creating the epidemic prevention team and disinfectant...

The epidemic will spread as she expects, and the court will be in a state of chaos, with no time to investigate the Marquis of Chengen's residence.

It was all the fault of this brother and sister.

Consort Mei took a deep breath, raised her hand, and beckoned her personal maid over.

"Go, find someone to pass on a message."

"Tell those two assassins outside that they don't need to wait any longer. Make their move."

"I'm destined to protect my entire family!"

That night, two men in black scaled the back wall of the Gu residence.

A burly man, skilled with a knife.

A tall, thin man who was skilled in using poison.

The two landed silently, their toes barely touching the eaves, and crept towards the main courtyard.

As I passed by an old locust tree, Yi Shi was squatting on a branch, munching on a cake.

He saw two dark figures fly past him, and he froze for a moment, almost dropping the cake.

Then he tilted his head, thought for a moment, and realized that these two people were not from the manor.

Because the people in the mansion can't fly.

Yi Shi stuffed the cake into his mouth, then leaped up and chased after it.

He kicked the burly man in front of him in the lower back.

The burly man flew through the air, knocking over a row of flowerpots before crashing into the artificial rockery in the yard.

The slender one reacted quickly, flicking his wrist and throwing three darts at Yi Shi.

Yi Shi dodged to the side, and the dart grazed his ear before embedding itself in the pillar behind him.

He swallowed a bite of pastry, then grinned and drew the knife from his waist.

"Who are you? Are you here to deliver gifts?"

The slender one drew his sword and charged without saying a word.

Yi Shi's eyes lit up.

"Yo! A assassin from the martial arts world!"

He drew his long sword from behind him and slapped it against the back of the assassin's blade.

The force was so great that it split the assassin's hand, and the knife flew away.

Then Yi Shi lifted his leg and kicked him again, sending the skinny man flying.

The two assassins, piled on top of each other under the courtyard wall, quickly got up and exchanged a glance.

He turned and leaped over the wall.

Yi Shi clapped his hands and muttered something under his breath.

"My kung fu isn't very good."

The two assassins only stopped after escaping three streets from the Gu residence.

The burly man clutched his lower back, grimacing.

"Damn it, how come the Gu family has such a master?"

The tall, thin man shook his numb wrist, his face ashen.

"A direct approach won't work. We need to think of another way."