Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 118 Cleaning up the portal

"What are you going to do?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"Don't hit me, I'm just a freeloader..."

"How dare you hit me? My second aunt is the head nanny in the Dowager Concubine's courtyard! Ahhhhhh..."

Looking at the guards piled up in front of him, Qian Qiansui ordered his men to quickly tie them up. As expected, Fu Zichan was not in the mansion, and these guards in the mansion were just decorations.

"Madam, Madam, you are finally back."

Nanny Qian brought all the dowry from the main courtyard together. During this period, Qian Qian was not in the mansion, so the courtyard gate was sealed and the dowry was taken out through the newly opened back door, being self-sufficient. Su Guang and Nanny Mei both wanted to come in with their people, but the dowry from the Qian Mansion was not to be trifled with.

In addition, Fu Zichan was not in the mansion, and Qian Qiansui was at the peak of his career in the academy. After a long time, these people did not dare to move.

"Mammy knows the list of my dowry. When my dowry is found later, I will need Mammy to help me count it." When Qian Qiansui saw these dowries, he sighed in his heart. The Qian family was a good family, but they were targeted by Fu Zichan just because they were good at making money, and eventually the family was broken up.

I hope the original owner will calm down when he sees Fu Zichan's current appearance. If you want to eat up our women's family, you must be prepared to be eaten up by women.

"Hey, I'll go back and get the dowry list. The master really put a lot of thought into it back then..." When talking about the Qian family, Nanny Qian smiled with tears in her eyes. She was different from Yin Zhu and Bai Qing. She understood too well the origin of this marriage, as well as the grievances and hatred hidden in it.

Now that my daughter has finally become a widow, she is free. Even if there is no successor to the Marquis' Mansion and my lady wants to leave, the dowry from the Qian family is enough for her to live a carefree life.

Qian Qiansui coaxed Nanny Qian away, and then asked Lai Shun to arrange all the white cloth lanterns and other things that she had people bring. She wanted to cover the entire mansion with white gauze and offer it as a mourning hall before Fu Zichan could make any move. She wanted Fu Zichan to watch with his own eyes that Marquis Anshun turned into a pile of yellow earth.

"You... the Marquis will not let you go... You have caused such a big disturbance in the Marquis' Mansion, aren't you afraid of the Marquis's blame?" Su Guang was knocked to the ground by the people brought by Qian Qiansui. He watched helplessly as the guards around him were tied up. He really didn't expect Qian Qiansui to be so bold.

Qian Qiansui looked down at him and said with a smile, "My Lord? How else can he not let me go? Climb out of the ground to find me? If there really are ghosts in this world, then there are so many people waiting for him underground. It's hard to say whether he can climb out!"

"you you……"

"Don't worry. Since the Marquis has treated our Qian family so well, I will naturally buy the best coffin and perform the best ritual for him so that he can ascend to heaven and be reborn soon." After saying this, Qian Qiansui turned around and walked inside.

"You will not die a good death, you are just like those people in the Qian family... wuwuwuwu..."

Quan Jiafu stuffed a handkerchief into Su Guang's pocket and immediately followed with Lai Shun.

"Butler..."

"I... I'm here." The family portrait was no longer entangled. What was there to choose between the Marquis's wife and the Marquis? In the past, the Marquis was still the king of this mansion, but now? Not to mention that this mansion could no longer trap the wife, even if the mansion could still be of some use, the Marquis would be finished.

"You've spent the longest time with Su Guang." Qian Qiansui turned to look at the family portrait and said, "If I let you temporarily take over the position of chief steward of the Marquis' Mansion, can you get what I want from Su Guang?"

"Hiss——" Isn't this just firecrackers set off at the ancestral grave?

Quan Jiafu didn't even bother to ask Qian Qiansui what he wanted. Since his wife had fulfilled her promise of the position of general manager, even if he beat Su Guang to death, he would never let this old bastard hide anything. He would even ask how old he was when he peed on the bed!

"Don't worry, Madam. I've got the person in my care! I'll take them down there to question him. As for the funeral hall... Even if I don't sleep tonight, I'll still get everything done."

After saying this, he bowed and walked away backwards. He imitated Su Guang's usual behavior and shouted to his people, "Hurry up, this job must be done well today. Get these people out now and don't let them get in the way of the lady."

Qian Qiansui saw that he appeared calm on the surface, but his fingers placed at the side were shaking uncontrollably, and he knew that the whole family must have been so happy at this moment.

"What are you pushing us to do? Where are you taking us?"

"Let me go, I want to tell the Marquis..."

"Don't think you can treat us like this just because you belong to the lady. I'm from a good family!"

Another group of people came in a noisy manner, and Qian Qiansui saw this group of gorgeous women being pushed and shoved, with no mercy shown to them. When he looked at the back, he saw Wen Chun dressed as Concubine Hui Chun, holding a dagger in her hand, forcing the concubines left by Fu Zichan.

"Madam, please look quickly. This Concubine Chun is using chicken feathers as a token of authority. She is trying to force us to death."

"That's right, ma'am, we're just keeping to ourselves..."

Qian Qiansui waved his hand and raised his eyebrows at Wen Chun.

"They want to run away and take the things from the Marquis' Mansion away. Some of them even sent messages outside." Wen Chun was wearing a pink jacket and skirt, with white rabbit fur supporting his fair cheeks. He was more beautiful than a flower.

Qian Qiansui quickly stopped his drifting thoughts and said to Yin Zhu, "Take the medicine given by Miss Awu and find out their backgrounds. If they are truly innocent, let them take their dowries and leave immediately. If they sold themselves to us, let them pay to redeem themselves. If they don't have money, sell them to traffickers."

Then there was another round of crying and shouting, and the whole yard was as lively as the market on West Street.

"Don't be so idle, my son is not dead, my son is not dead yet!"

Qian Qiansui turned around and saw that the imperial concubine had already arrived with Nanny Mei not far away. They drove aside several maids who were hanging white lanterns. She no longer looked as dignified and cold as before, but like a mad woman.

"You..." Qian Qiansui was waiting for her, so he was in a good mood and was about to go to greet her.

"careful!"

Suddenly, a silver hairpin flew out from behind him. The hairpin was emitting a blue light and was clearly poisonous. It went straight towards Qian Qiansui's back.

Wen Chun was the first to react. He kicked the concubine away and dropped the dagger in his hand at the same time, hoping that the poisonous silver hairpin could be knocked away.

Unfortunately, the concubine who threw the silver hairpin was obviously also an experienced assassin. Even though the dagger thrown by Wen Chun did hit the silver hairpin, the hairpin only deviated slightly and did not fall.

If this silver hairpin cuts Qian Qiansui's skin, he will probably die in a moment.

The concubine did not see what was happening here with Qian Qiansui, but she also heard the noise here. She ran over in ecstasy, just wanting to see Qian Qiansui die on the spot.

The assassin bit the poison sac in her mouth. This was her last mission and also the last time the Marquis would send her a message. She held her breath to see what would happen to Qian Qiansui.

Everyone around had different expressions at this moment.

pat!

The silver hairpin seemed to have hit a soft membrane, losing its power, and fell to the ground along Qian Qiansui's dress, looking so weak and helpless.