Chapter 557: Can I return the money?

Could it be that what Chen Guanlou said was all true?

Sun Daojing couldn't help but think a lot.

Could it be that the Princess and the Prince Consort were really poisoning each other, wanting to kill each other? Could it be that the Princess's two children were not the Prince Consort's? Whose were they?

It couldn't be Su Zishi's. The time didn't match.

Wow!

A big green hat on the Prince Consort's head.

Sun Daojing had a sense of pleasure in knowing a big secret, and only he knew it.

Instantly, he felt stable!

As long as the Princess Prefecture didn't interfere in Zhu Ruhai's case, he didn't put the mere Count's Prefecture in his eyes at all. He even hoped that the Count's Prefecture would jump happily, make things big, so he could take the opportunity to clean up the Count's Prefecture and be the knife in Emperor Jian Shi's hand, helping Emperor Jian Shi ignite the second fire.

In order to force the Count's Prefecture to act, he couldn't be polite to Zhu Ruhai.

Turning his thoughts to the reward promised to Chen Guanlou, it had to be sent on time. Anyway, it wasn't his money he was spending, it was all Jiang Tu's money.

Therefore, when the twenty-day deadline arrived, Chen Guanlou received the reward as he wished, not a penny less.

Old Sun was very sensible, and his luck seemed to have improved.

The promotion plan, which had repeatedly encountered twists and turns before, finally settled. Emperor Jian Shi nodded, signed the document, and the Secretariat and the Ministry of Personnel officially issued the official document. Sun Daojing finally got his wish and was promoted to Minister of Justice.

When Chen Guanlou learned the news, he sent a gift for the first time. The gift was calligraphy and paintings he specifically asked a prisoner official in the Jia-grade prison to find; it was both elegant and valuable, and had collection value, very much in line with Sun Daojing's identity.

Civil officials, real gold and silver are too vulgar and easy to leave evidence. Antiques, calligraphy, and paintings can cultivate sentiment, appear elegant, and have strong concealment, and can also be left to descendants as family heirlooms.

The gift was sent, but Chen Guanlou didn't show his face.

Several times in a row, he had offended Sun Daojing severely, and he figured the other party probably didn't want to see him, so it was better to avoid it for a while, which was good for everyone.

After Sun Daojing received the gift, he muttered: "He is quite sensible!"

Chen Guanlou took time to go to the Marquis Prefecture.

The Grand Steward asked to see him.

After not seeing him for a while, the Grand Steward's spirit was even more brilliant.

Chen Guanlou said congratulations, and the two chatted, chatting about recent situations.

After chatting about family affairs, the Grand Steward said the serious business: "I asked you to come today because there is one thing I want to ask you."

"Grand Steward, please ask; as long as it's something I know, I will know everything and say everything." Chen Guanlou's attitude was very sincere.

Stained by the Marquis Prefecture's light, as long as there was no conflict of interest, he was willing to occasionally run errands for the Marquis Prefecture, help share worries, and handle small matters. It was considered repaying the Marquis Prefecture's grace.

The Grand Steward seemed a bit hard to speak, and it took a long time before he said: "I heard that there is a person named Zhu Ruhai in the Zhu family, currently detained in the Heavenly Prison."

Aiyo!

Hearing this, Chen Guanlou became interested.

He was very curious about what kind of moths the Count's Prefecture was making again.

He pretended to think. "It seems there is such a person."

The Grand Steward looked at his pretending appearance, his mouth twitched, a bit unbearable to look at. He gave a light cough and continued: "I heard from the Count's Prefecture that you asked Zhu Ruhai for money, extorting thirty thousand taels at once. Is this matter true?"

"Ah, this matter! It's true! The one surnamed Zhu is really rich."

The muscles on both sides of the Grand Steward's cheeks twitched, and he gently stroked his forehead, appearing a bit worried. He gave another light cough and continued: "Little Lou, the Count's Prefecture hopes you can return the thirty thousand taels; they specifically begged the Marquis Prefecture for this matter. The Heir couldn't refuse, so he let me come forward. Look at this matter..."

Chen Guanlou pretended to be shocked, unable to believe it. "Grand Steward, you are joking, right? That's the Heavenly Prison, the Heavenly Prison. Money that has entered the Heavenly Prison's account, for so many years, I have never seen anyone take it back."

The loot had been divided, yet they still wanted to take the money back; was the Count's Prefecture too wishful, too naive? In such a big Count's Prefecture, could they really not find one or two clear-headed people? All of them were silly white sweets?

Money that has entered the Heavenly Prison still wants to be taken away, hehe...

Even if the Emperor came, don't think about taking the money back in full.

What is the Heavenly Prison?

It is the bottom line and edge of the law!

Money that has entered the Heavenly Prison still wants to be taken away, which is equivalent to destroying the bottom line and boundary. This behavior is unforgivable and will be struck by lightning.

To tell the truth, the Grand Steward was quite embarrassed.

He was ashamed to speak.

However, the task handed down by the Heir, no matter how shameful, had to be completed.

"Really can't return it?"

"There is no such rule. The Heavenly Prison has had no such rule since ancient times. Let alone people from the Count's Prefecture, even if princes and nobles paid money in the Heavenly Prison, there is no reason to take it back. Grand Steward should understand that without rules, there is no square."

"I naturally understand. It's just that... I won't hide it from you, the Marquis Prefecture and the Count's Prefecture belong to the nobility and are also in-laws and old acquaintances. When the other party comes to the door, I have to give an explanation."

"Grand Steward, why do you need to give face to the Count's Prefecture? Just pass my words to the Count's Prefecture exactly as they are. They want to take back the money they spat out; is the Count's Prefecture sure that their own family won't be locked in the Heavenly Prison in the next few decades? If one day, someone from the Count's Prefecture is locked in the Heavenly Prison, hehe..."

A blatant threat.

The iron Heavenly Prison, the flowing prisoners.

No noble or official dares to guarantee that they or their family will never go to jail in their lifetime. If they dare to ask for money today, and are locked in the Heavenly Prison tomorrow, don't blame the Heavenly Prison for settling old accounts. Once you enter the Heavenly Prison, you are at the mercy of others.

The Grand Steward also thought that this matter of the Count's Prefecture was too absurd; were they crazy with poverty? Although thirty thousand taels is a huge sum, since it had already been spat out, how could there be a reason to ask for it back.

The Heavenly Prison is not a vegetable market, and it doesn't care about going back on one's word.

"Really no way to return it?"

Chen Guanlou nodded heavily and said sonorously: "No such rule, not even a copper coin can be returned. The Count's Prefecture wants to use power to suppress people; it's really too much. Originally, I wanted to give Zhu Ruhai some special treatment, but now it seems it's unnecessary."

The Grand Steward pondered: "It's not necessary to treat the one surnamed Zhu too harshly; he is a person of the Count's Prefecture after all. The Count's Prefecture came forward to run around for him, which shows that this person has some status in the Count's Prefecture."

"Since Grand Steward has spoken, I will definitely not treat the one surnamed Zhu harshly. Next time the Count's Prefecture has anything, Grand Steward, tell them directly to come find me." ===== CHAPTER 558 =====

The head steward's lips twitched a few times, feeling ashamed on behalf of the Earl's Mansion.

"There is no need for a tael of silver."

"Then there really isn't any! Rules are rules, and the rules of the Heavenly Prison cannot be broken in my hands. You can fish people out, but you cannot get a refund. Any money that enters the Heavenly Prison, even if it is just a single copper coin, don't even think about getting it back. The Earl's Mansion is too ignorant of the rules; I have wronged you, Head Steward."

Chen Guanlou turned the tables and comforted the other person.

The head steward did not feel comforted at all; instead, he felt ashamed.

"Is there really no way to get a refund?"

Chen Guanlou nodded heavily and said with a resounding voice: "There is no such rule; not a single copper coin can be returned. It is truly excessive for the Earl's Mansion to try to use power to pressure others. I originally wanted to give Zhu Ruhai some special treatment, but now it seems there is no need at all."

The head steward deliberated for a moment, "There is also no need to treat Zhu Ruhai too harshly; he is, after all, a person from the Earl's Mansion. The fact that the Earl's Mansion has come forward to run errands for him shows that this person has some status in the Earl's Mansion."

"Since the head steward has spoken, I will certainly not treat the one surnamed Zhu harshly. Next time the Earl's Mansion has any business, Head Steward, just tell them directly to come find me."