Chapter 107: Entering the Palace to Lodge a Complaint

Qin Moyun had only pretended to be a dissolute wastrel for the sake of his family. His relatives all doted on him—besides giving him money, they had also gifted him numerous shops and fertile lands.

Over the years, he had saved up quite a bit—nearly a hundred thousand taels in silver notes, forming a thick stack.

After Ye Chutang accepted them, she headed straight for the main hall.

Qin Moyun watched her silhouette vanish through the doorway, his gaze dimming.

“If anyone in this world is worthy of her, it must be Ziqian.”

Her capability and magnanimity made him feel ashamed!

Guan Yan noticed the sorrow clouding Qin Moyun’s face and tried to comfort him. “Young Master, you’re a fine man too. You’ll definitely meet the right person someday.”

“Once you’ve met the best person, no one else will ever move your heart again.”

Unaware, Ye Chutang walked away—never knowing that a heart had shattered for her sake.

She entered the main hall.

She got straight to the point. “What does Prime Minister Qin want to discuss with me?”

Qin Zheng handed her a small wooden box.

“Please accept this, Miss Ye.”

“If it’s silver, Lord Qin, you may as well donate it to the disaster relief in Jiangnan.”

Qin Zheng lifted the lid of the box. “It’s not silver. It’s a dowry gift.”

Ye Chutang looked at the fine jewelry inside, her expression puzzled.

“What’s the meaning of this, Prime Minister Qin?”

She wasn’t even engaged yet. And even if she were about to get married, it wouldn’t be the Qin family’s place to provide her dowry.

“My wife once received a great favor from your mother. This is her way of showing gratitude.”

“Is that true? If not, I won’t accept such gifts.”

Qin Zheng’s tone turned solemn. “I never lie. Years ago, my wife fell ill and needed a rare medicinal herb that was extremely hard to find. It was your mother who helped us obtain it.”

After saying that, he pushed the wooden box into Ye Chutang’s hands.

“My wife had wanted to personally visit and express her thanks once she recovered, but before she could, your mother passed away.”

Ye Chutang set the box down on the table, her tone icy.

“My mother didn’t pass away from illness. She was poisoned by Kong Ru, with Ye Jingchuan’s tacit approval.”

She stared at Qin Zheng’s widening eyes and continued, “If Prime Minister Qin wishes to repay the debt for saving your wife’s life, then make Ye Jingchuan suffer a fate worse than death.”

With that, she turned and swiftly left the Grand Tutor’s residence.

After a moment, Qin Zheng collected himself and murmured into the empty courtyard, “Rest assured, Miss Ye. The old madam will not let Ye Jingchuan off lightly.”

Those words faintly reached Ye Chutang’s ears as she left.

In high spirits, she returned to the Minister’s manor.

After giving acupuncture treatment to Jun’er, she bathed and rested.

Lying in bed, Ye Chutang finally had time to enter her space and organize the spoils from the day.

Although the loot from the Prince An Manor wasn’t extremely valuable, there was a great quantity of it.

Because of the time limit, the space had ejected her twice before she barely managed to sort everything.

Looking at the mountain of clothes and bedding, she exited the city by burrowing underground.

She distributed everything to the beggars living in broken temples and rundown shacks.

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The next day.

Ye Chutang got up before dawn.

But it wasn’t to practice martial arts—it was to accompany Ye Jingchuan to court.

Dan’er had recently taken up early-morning martial arts practice.

Hearing movement, she got up right away.

“Young Miss, why are you up so early today?”

She was up more than half an hour earlier than usual.

After speaking, she noticed that Ye Chutang wasn’t wearing her usual training clothes but a finely made gauze dress.

“Young Miss, are you going out this early?”

Ye Chutang nodded. “Mm. I’m accompanying my father to the morning court. You all can have breakfast without me.”

Before Dan’er could react, Ye Chutang had already left Ningchu Courtyard in a hurry.

Ye Jingchuan was already dressed in his official robes and had gotten into the carriage at the gates of the Minister’s manor.

“Let’s—”

He had only spoken one word when the curtain of the carriage was lifted and Ye Chutang climbed in.

Ye Jingchuan’s brow twitched, and a bad feeling rose in his heart. “Chuer, what are you doing in here?”