Chapter 181: The Grand Gift

"Your subordinate is incompetent."

Mo Junheng paced back and forth on the ground: "Send more troops, and be sure to bring that person back to me. Meng Qinghe said that the shopkeeper of the World's First Manor once appeared at the White Family; Mo Junyan also intervened to help her. That person must be connected to the White Family. As long as we capture her, we might be able to obtain information about the White Family and Mo Junyan from her mouth."

"Yes! I understand."

"Also, send someone to Changxi Town to bring that woman Chi Nan Yi back to the capital."

"Chi…"

"Aren't you going quickly?"

"Yes."

Mo Junheng's conversation with Gao Feng fell entirely on Chi Nan Yi's ears.

It seems Mo Junheng still doesn't know that he himself is the shopkeeper of the World's First Manor, but why would he have someone capture her?

"Chi Nan Yi, I actually want to see what expression Mo Junyan would make if we catch you. If he learns that you have become my person, what would he do?"

Chi Nan Yi looked at him with a smug grin and scoffed out loud: "Life is boring and flavorless; the toad critiques humanity, using his messed‑up brain to do whatever he wants. Who gave him that courage? His brain isn't even the size of a melon seed, yet he dares to think of himself as worthy of an old lady."

Chi Nan Yi flicked her finger lightly, a speck of medicinal powder drifting into the air; shortly after, a thud of someone collapsing to the ground came from the inner chamber.

Chi Nan Yi stepped out of the space, walked slowly to Mo Junheng's side, and kicked him hard several times.

"You dog, uglier than a warty toad, don't you have a mirror or even a bladder? How can you be so clueless?" Chi Nan Yi swung her arm, flinging all those people in the space onto the ground, then placed Mo Junheng atop them.

"Let you try what it feels like to lie in a pile of corpses."

She walked to Mo Junheng's side, felt his pulse, and found that his impotence seemed to show signs of improvement—how could that be?

She took out a Silver Needle and stabbed a few times at his acupoints; Mo Junheng's body, even while unconscious, began to convulse involuntarily.

"It was a disease before, but now it's not a disease. Dare to scheme against Auntie, and you won't be able to be a man again in this life."

After doing that, she took out ink and drew a huge turtle on his face.

"It really suits you."

This ink is unlike any other; you won't be able to wash it off for months.

Chi Nan Yi circled his room but did not find any correspondence between him and Yuqin Guo. Such an important leverage, he probably wouldn't leave behind. In his previous life, the original host never discovered his dealings with Yuqin Guo before death; finding evidence won't be that easy.

A flash of silver light, a dagger spun a few circles in her palm.

Might as well just kill this mongrel outright.

Chi Nan Yi walked to his side, the dagger slowly pressed against his throat.

If she makes a light cut, this person will die.

She tightened her grip on the dagger, but ultimately did not strike.

The grievances of the White Family and the Situ Family have not yet been cleared; the restless souls of tens of thousands of soldiers cannot find peace. Killing him is indeed easy, but if he dies, the people behind the scenes will notice; once the grass is stirred, uncovering the truth becomes even harder.

Although the Crown Prince is not the Empress's biological child, that night when he sneaked into the palace, the Empress's words clearly indicated she knew about the White Family's past affairs.

The Empress, the Crown Prince, and those behind the Empress are all grasshoppers on the same rope; without absolute certainty, none of them can be killed lightly.

"Consider yourself lucky, but even if I don't take your life, I can't let you live comfortably." She pulled out a pill and tossed it into Mo Junheng's mouth: "It will make you suffer day by day, consider it interest."

Leaving his room, Chi Nan Yi headed toward the Crown Prince's Residence storeroom.

She swept everything inside clean, and Chi Nan Yi was very satisfied with her masterpiece.

She hopes that when Mo Junheng wakes up tomorrow morning, he won't die of a sudden shock.

Mo Junheng is the Crown Prince, yet he is extremely stingy. Though the storeroom is piled with mountains of gold and silver, he rarely takes any to reward his servants. Even the concubines and maidservants in the residence can only receive a fixed monthly allowance of silver. In her previous life, she married into the Crown Prince's Residence and received sixty taels of silver per month; other concubines received only a few taels as support, and she had no family to fall back on. The Meng Family no longer gave her a tael or two, only saying that since she was in the Crown Prince's Residence, the Crown Prince would not mistreat her. Who could have known how hard the original host's life was.

Sixty taels can't even buy a decent appearance.

Yet she has to deal with so many people in the residence and cannot show any weakness.

Thinking of this, Chi Nan Yi actually felt a bit of sympathy for the original host.

She poured all her sincere heart into feeding a dog, and lived frugally; just when Mo Junheng finally became Emperor, she thought life would improve, but it turned out to be her death sentence.

No wonder she was allowed to reincarnate; that death was too unjust.

But now it doesn't matter; she'll avenge the grudges from her past life now.

Everyone who hurt or harmed her, one by one, she will take revenge on.

The next morning, Mo Junheng slowly opened his eyes, a strong scent of blood filling his nose.

"Someone, come!"

He propped himself up with his arms and sat upright, and at that moment he felt something off beneath him.

Turning his head, he saw—staring with wide eyes at him—over a dozen corpses.

"Ah!"

Mo Junheng's scream echoed through the Crown Prince's Residence.

"Someone! Someone!"

Over a dozen guards rushed in, seeing the Crown Prince lying amid the pile of corpses.

After a long while, Mo Junheng, his face pale, sat in a chair, draped in a bright yellow robe. Gao Feng hurried in: "Your Highness, we have confirmed that these people are the Dark Guard my subordinate sent yesterday to capture the Eastern branch of the World's First Manor."

"They…"

"All dead," Gao Feng said gravely. "Not a single survivor."

"All?"

"Yes."

"Who, who did this, the shopkeeper of the World's First Manor?" Mo Junheng slammed the table hard. "Go! Bring the person to me…"

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen; instantly, he thought he had been impaled.

"Th—The physician!"

"It's bad, it's bad! Your Highness, it's bad!" a guard rushed over: "Your Highness, it's bad!"

"Can you speak?" Gao Feng slapped the guard on the head: "What do you mean, Your Highness is bad?"

"Speak, what happened again?"

"Storeroom! The storeroom is empty."

"What?" Mo Junheng exclaimed in shock, "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Storeroom, the storeroom is empty, everything is gone, even the boxes inside are gone."

"Familiar memories surged into the mind."

"In Changxi Town, the things he brought also all vanished without a trace; this time it's exactly the same again—how could that be?"

"Your Highness, the storeroom's lock shows no signs of being forced; there isn't even a footprint at the scene, no drag marks—everything inside is gone."