Tang Dynasty: Taking the Empress Dowager to a brothel, Father Emperor, what a coincidence!

On the morning of the last day of the three-day deadline.

On Suzaku Avenue, one carriage after another drove by.

The convoy completely blocked the street in front of the Duke of Qi's mansion.

The surrounding people stopped to watch curiously, pointing and speculating about what was inside the carriage.

The Duke of Qi's Mansion.

Changsun Wuji was sitting in his study drinking his herbal medicine.

Changsun Wuji was deeply worried because his son had not returned since going to the Eastern Palace with the Crown Prince.

You can't blame Changsun Chong for this. After what happened at Qujiang Pond, how could he dare to go home?

Moreover, he did not go to the Eastern Palace, but instead hid in a brothel in Pingkangfang.

He won't show his face until this matter is resolved, even if you beat him to death.

It was this decision by Changsun Chong that led to his father's death.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy so early in the morning?"

Changsun Wuji shouted irritably at the door.

The butler entered, his face filled with panic, and said:

"Master! A lot of carriages have arrived outside, blocking our gates completely."

Upon hearing this, Changsun Wuji frowned and asked:

"Who's so blind as to block the gate of the Duke of Qi's mansion? Are they tired of living?"

"They are from the Cui family of Qinghe."

The butler replied cautiously.

"The one leading the group is the head steward of the Cui family, who said he's here to bring you a gift."

Changsun Wuji was stunned.

Giving yourself a gift?

He recently joined forces with several prominent families, including the Cui family of Qinghe, to prepare to launch an attack on the Crown Prince in the imperial court.

Why is the Cui family sending gifts at this time? Could it be that the old fox Cui Mingan has finally seen the light and is preparing to spend money throughout the hall to celebrate his successful deposition in advance?

Thinking of this, Changsun Wuji's gloom of the past few days dissipated considerably.

"Let's go out and take a look."

Changsun Wuji walked straight towards the gate in a cheerful mood.

As soon as he reached the gate, Changsun Wuji was stunned by the scene before him.

All that could be seen on the street in front of the mansion were carriages parked, and hundreds of men were unloading things from them.

The mountain of grain sacks almost buried the stone lions in front of the Duke of Qi's mansion.

Cui Fu, the head steward of the Cui family, stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at Changsun Wuji with a cold face.

Normally, he wouldn't dare look at Changsun Wuji like that.

But now that the two families have already broken off relations, why should he give Changsun Wuji a friendly face?

"Manager Cui, what's going on here? You're too kind, Lord Cui."

Changsun Wuji, oblivious to Cui Fu's expression, asked with a smile.

Cui Fu sneered, pulled an account book from his sleeve, and unceremoniously threw it into Changsun Wuji's arms.

"The Duke of Qi is truly shrewd. This business always seems to be a sure thing."

Cui Fu mocked in a sarcastic tone.

Changsun Wuji was completely bewildered.

"What does Steward Cui mean by that? I don't understand."

"Can't understand?

It's a real waste that the Duke of Qi doesn't go to the stage; he has such a good actor.

They even took advantage of their own nephew, treating our Cui family of Qinghe like monkeys.

One hundred thousand strings of copper coins and three hundred thousand dan of grain, not a single coin missing and not a single grain missing.

"It's all here. You'd better make your selections carefully, lest the Crown Prince cause trouble for the Cui family again."

Changsun Wuji was completely stunned.

This doesn't seem to be the kind of gift I imagined.

"Explain yourself clearly. When did I ever take advantage of my nephew? And what's the deal with this money and grain?"

Changsun Wuji stepped forward and grabbed Cui Fu's sleeve, asking a question.

Cui Fu flung away Changsun Wuji's hand and took two steps back.

Then, with a look of disgust, he said:

"Duke of Qi, if you dare to do something, you must dare to take responsibility. Our master asked me to pass on a message to you: the Cui family of Qinghe has taken note of this debt."

"We'll meet again someday, let's wait and see."

After saying that, Cui Fu didn't give Changsun Wuji a chance to ask any further questions.

He waved his hand down.

"Those who have unloaded their cargo, leave."

The Cui family's coachmen and porters drove the empty carriage away.

Changsun Wuji stood amidst the mountain of money and grain, clutching the account book, feeling somewhat at a loss.

He abruptly turned to the butler and roared:

"Go and find that rebellious son, Changsun Chong, for me."

Not long after, Changsun Chong was dragged back from Pingkangfang by the steward.

Upon entering the room, Changsun Chong was so frightened by his father's murderous look that he immediately knelt on the ground.

"Dad! It has nothing to do with me."

Seeing his son in this state, Changsun Wuji knew all too well that something was wrong.

He kicked Changsun Chong in the shoulder.

"You beast! Tell me honestly what heinous things you and the Crown Prince have done these past few days?"

Why would the Cui family send 100,000 strings of cash and 300,000 dan of grain?

Changsun Chong knew he couldn't hide the truth any longer.

He could only recount everything that had happened at Qujiang Pool in detail.

Changsun Wuji's face grew paler and paler as he listened.

Upon hearing the last part, Changsun Wuji's vision blurred, he couldn't catch his breath, and almost collapsed to the ground.

The butler rushed forward to help him up.

After a moment's pause, Changsun Wuji pointed at Changsun Chong's nose and angrily cursed:

"You...you incompetent fool who only brings trouble. Why didn't you stop Cui Hao back then?"

"How could I dare to stop him? You didn't see it, Cui Hao was like a mad dog back then, he even tried to hit me."

Changsun Chong looked at his father with a wronged expression.

He knew that nothing good would come of it when he got home.

Changsun Wuji pushed the steward away and began to organize his thoughts.

The prince extorted money from the Cui family, but gave them his own address as the delivery address.

That old fox Cui Mingan would never believe that this matter was the work of Crown Prince Qian.

He would definitely think that it was his son, Changsun Wuji, who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

It was Changsun Wuji who, on the surface, united with the aristocratic families to depose the crown prince, but secretly joined forces with the crown prince to set a trap for them.

"What a clever tactic of shifting the blame..."

Changsun Wuji gritted his teeth in fury.

Li Chengqian's move directly made him appear as a treacherous villain in front of the five surnames and seven noble families, a reputation he could never clear.

"Take it back. Return these things to the Cui family immediately."

Changsun Wuji roared at the steward.

The butler, however, approached with a pained expression and said:

"Sir, we can't go back."

The Cui family ran faster than rabbits; our limited manpower simply couldn't move so much stuff. And...and..."

"And what? Tell me!"

The butler pointed outside and said:

"Someone from the Crown Prince's Palace has arrived."

Changsun Wuji looked in the direction the steward was pointing.

Xiao Shunzi walked in with several guards from the Eastern Palace, all smiles.

After Xiao Shunzi entered, he pretended to bow to Changsun Wuji.

"This servant greets the Duke of Qi. The Duke of Qi looks quite well."

Changsun Wuji stared intently at Xiao Shunzi, his back teeth grinding together.

What are you doing here?

Xiao Shunzi took out a brocade box from his sleeve and presented it to Changsun Wuji with both hands.

"His Highness the Crown Prince heard that the Cui family sent you a generous gift, so he specially sent me to deliver an item, saying it was to congratulate the Duke of Qi."

Changsun Wuji took the brocade box, opened it, and found a sheet of Xuan paper inside.

When it was unfolded, the contents made Changsun Wuji so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

"Uncle, please keep this for a few days. If even a single coin or grain of rice is missing, I will send that confession to Wei Zheng and have ten thousand copies printed and distributed throughout Chang'an. I admire your wisdom."