Only then did Mo Zizai realize that he had worked hard to save a treasure in the warehouse and almost stolen by Chen Ying.

"Tell me, how much did it cost."

"Three...more than 300,000 taels."

Chen Ying hurriedly said, "Your Highness, I didn't dare to spend a penny of money, I saved them all in Qisheng Money House."

"No point spent? Your surname was Zhao in your previous life, right?"

After Mo Zizai's eyes were strange and casual complaining, he stopped paying attention to this matter. Anyway, as long as the money is there, "Do you know what the people who coerce you have? What did they ask you to do?"

"When you go back to your highness, they asked you to draw a topographic map of the imperial tomb, and finally asked you to dismiss the person who usually serves you at a specific time."

After telling the crime of reselling, Chen Ying became a little calmer, and said it all, "As for their origin, I don't know, because they have never revealed their true faces every time."

"But they have a clear understanding of the situation of my servants. Not only do they know that I have reselled your treasures, but they also know the specific amount."

"I know, if you know, I will die. In addition, those people say that all the civil and military officials in the court regard you as a snail in the flesh, you will definitely not be spared, so I am confused for a moment, just..."

"You wait."

Mo Zizai interrupted Chen Ying, pondered for a moment and asked, "Did you say they even know the specific amount of the treasure you resell? Are you talking about the amount of a single item or the whole amount?"

"All of it."

Chen Ying nodded in depression and said, "So sometimes I wonder if Qisheng Money House leaked my information."

"It won't be Qisheng Money House. If you are in Qisheng Money House, people who don't have any identity will not want to take away your information."

Mo Zizai shook his head and rejected Chen Ying's guess, "They are very cautious in doing things and will never leave such a big loophole. Eighty-mostly there is a problem when you sell the stolen goods."

"By the way, which cultural relics store did you sell to when you sell the stolen goods?"

"No one, just one, Tianlufang."

Chen Ying replied: "In the capital, Tianlufang is the largest cultural and entertainment shop. If you want to take action, only they can eat your food."

"Tianlufang? It's so dark. I gave me 700,000 or 800,000 taels of things, but I gave me 300,000."

"After all, these things are shameless, and they can guess that this is your thing, so it's already a lot to sell for 300,000 yuan."

"I know it's my king's things and I dare to collect them. I'm so brave."

Mo Zizai silently remembered this name in his heart. He probably couldn't get rid of his assassination. When he had time, he would take out all their money.

"Okay, this matter is over. You can go to the money house to get 200,000 taels, exchange it for gold, and send it to me."

"As for the remaining 100,000 taels, you can keep it yourself and think it is my reward for you."

"Reward...reward me?"

Chen Ying was stunned by the surprise from the sky. Not only did Mo Zizai not ask about his crime, but instead rewarded him with 100,000 taels. Is he dreaming? Chen Ying asked with a trembling voice: "Your Highness, do you really... Is he really rewarded me?"

"It's not considered a reward, it should be considered your life-salary money."

Mo Zizai looked down at Chen Ying, and his tone was filled with an unspeakable coldness, "You should know very well what I mean. After taking this money, things will never happen again today."

After hearing Mo Zizai's words, Chen Ying was silent for a moment. He also saw a little about Mo Zizai's plan. He also knew that he would not turn around after taking the money.

But, does he have a choice? He was originally a slave who sold himself to the royal family, so why do he think there are so many people?

Now His Highness has given himself mercilessly a hundred thousand taels of money to sell himself. Even if he doesn't give a penny, would he have to sacrifice his life?

"Your Highness is kind. From now on, I will be your highness's pawn. Wherever your Highness points, I will fight you."

Chen Ying did not kowtow again, but bowed deeply to Mo Zizai, and then stood silently next to Mo Zizai's elephant.

After beating Chen Ying, Mo Zizai didn't say anything more. He had already said it thoroughly. Chen Ying should be very clear. If he still wants to protect himself next time, he is looking for death.

And in the sky, the two of them fought for a long time and finally stopped.

Xue Wanjun was afraid of Zhou Qi's sword energy coming out, and Zhou Qi's overall strength was not as strong as Xue Wanjun, so the two of them had a draw.

"Damn it, it's not my own sword intent, and it's useless to see it."

Xue Wanjun glanced at Du Zihui's body on the ground and spitted out a bit depressedly. This time he was really a big loss.

Not only did Du Zihui not save him, he also offended Mo Zizai for nothing. The most important thing was that he had not realized anything except domineering from Zhou Qi's sword intent. He was so fucking depressed.

Since there is no benefit and Du Zihui is still dead, Xue Wanjun naturally doesn't want to fight Zhou Qi anymore. He jumped back to the ground and bowed to Mo Zizai and apologized: "Prince, what is the duty of the subordinate official? I offended him so much just now, I hope the prince will forgive him."

"It's okay."

Mo Zizai waved his hand indifferently and said, "Take his body away and clean the streets so as not to scare the pedestrians."

“…”

Xue Wanjun, who was regarded as a scrubbing floor, was silent for a moment before saying a little depressed: "Yes, prince, the minister is going to let you clean up."

Tianjing Wei is still very efficient in doing business. In less than a minute, they cleaned up Du Zihui's body and some traces of the fight.

After doing this, Xue Wanjun didn't say a word and left with the people from the Tianjingwei. As for the follow-up of Mo Zizai's murder in the street, let the big men of the court have a headache, it's nothing to do with him in the Tianjingwei.

After Xue Wanche left, Mo Zizai wanted to continue to drive to the palace, but was blocked by another person.

"Yang Yanzhang, I have met King Zizai."

Yang Yanzhang, who was about thirty years old, was wearing a blue shirt and looked very handsome, stood outside the ceremonial guard and bowed to Mo Zizai.

"Yang Yanzhang?"

When Mo Zizai heard this name, his eyes were slightly condensed. Yang Yanzhang's father was the chief minister of the cabinet and the Minister of Personnel. However, the old minister's position in the court has always been neutral. What would his son suddenly come forward to do? Is he also wanting to cause trouble?

"Prince, don't get me wrong. Yang is not here to make trouble."

As if he had guessed what Mo Zizai was thinking, Yang Yanzhang quickly clarified: "Yang was only entrusted by someone to give the prince an invitation."

"Invitation, what invitation?"

Mo Zizai waved his hand and signaled the guards blocking the front to make way out and let Yang Yanzhang in.

"I don't dare to go in. What if I'm killed by the assassination king."

Yang Yanzhang was joking, but the man did not stop and walked into the ceremonial guard and came to Mo Zizai.

"Who doesn't know that the eldest young master of the Yang family is very literary, but he has no power to tie a chicken. Even if I say you intend to assassinate, someone will believe it."

Mo Zizai returned Yang Yanzhang's sarcasm without any mercy.

"Is it important to the prince if others believe it or not?"

Seeing that Mo Zizai was not at all guilty, Yang Yanzhang smiled bitterly and stopped talking about those things. Instead, he said straight to the point: "Your Highness, there will be a literary meeting in the Imperial College after a few days. Yang was entrusted by someone to come and send an invitation to the prince."
Chapter completed!