Chapter 124 Living in Shangshu Mansion

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The emperor looked grim, they were determined to kill Jiang Chuan.

"In your opinion, Qing Ai, what should I do?"

"Send the person to Wulu. After that, it has nothing to do with us." Feng Shangshu said slowly.

The emperor frowned slightly, "That's not right. Send it to Wulu. He will be able to operate more easily. He will kill people and then pass the responsibility to Yan Guo."

"No one will believe that Wulu massacred his own people and put the blame on us."

Feng Shangshu said nothing, waiting for the emperor to give orders.

"My dear, your house is spacious and can accommodate everything."

Feng Shangshu raised his eyes and met the emperor's eyes that could not be refused. He responded with difficulty.

Jiang Chuan hurt his son, and it was reasonable for him to take him away.

If Jiang Chuan died in his house, all the responsibility would be on him. Pushing the Feng family out would calm the situation.

The emperor's heart is really cold.

"What are you doing!" At the inn, Yang Shu pulled out his knife and roared at the people surrounding him.

"Mr. Jiang, thieves are rampant. To prevent you from being assassinated, the emperor has arranged a new residence for you." The leader was dressed as a servant, but his figure and demeanor did not look like a servant at all.

"With Mr. Jiang's status, living here is too simple."

"You are not satisfied even if you think about it."

Yang Shu curled her lips in displeasure, obviously agreeing with his words.

"The city guards of Yan State are really useless. They can't even catch an assassin who commits arson."

After cursing angrily, Yang Shu asked his servant to lead the way.

Meng Po pursed his lips tightly and lost another three ounces. Next time he said, he would not bet on this thing.

From the side door, Yang Shu entered the Shangshu Mansion.

After delivering the person, the servant left.

"Master Jiang, please follow me." The young man lowered his head and led the way, taking Yang Shu to Qingfeng Courtyard, the most luxurious courtyard of the Feng family.

"Go and prepare some water, I want to take a bath." Yang Shu called the boy, with a condescending attitude, as if everything was taken for granted.

"Sir, wait a moment." The boy bowed and stepped back.

In the study, Feng Shangshu sighed, "It's hard to walk late at night, so you can go to your aunt's house to stay for a while tomorrow morning."

Feng Qingwan's red lips twitched, "Father, if Jiang Chuan knows that this is Shangshu Mansion..."

"Let him make trouble." Feng Shang's expression was cold, with a sullen look in his eyes.

Feng Qingwan thought of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme Master and resigned from Feng Shangshu.

No matter how powerful the Feng family is, it cannot be as powerful as the emperor. When he speaks, it's up to the Feng family to decide whether they want it or not.

"Look what I do, silver." Yang Shu stretched out his hand.

Mengpo threw it to him expressionlessly, "Wear the mask. If it falls off, you won't be able to get out."

"You should worry more. If something happens to me, what will Cui Tingyu do? What will happen to that boy?" Yang Shu rubbed his temples in distress.

Mengpo's teeth gnashed loudly, and the swordsman's heart couldn't even hide it.

No longer looking at Yang Shu, Mengpo went to check everywhere. If Yang Shu was exposed, it would be a disaster for him.

Looking at the famous paintings on the wall, Yang Shu's mouth curled up with a mocking smile. In his memory, the original owner came to Feng's house more than once, but rarely received warm hospitality.

Basically they are cold-faced and impatient.

Even if he stayed after lunch, he would still be assigned a normal guest room.

If you change your identity, your treatment will be different.

Ridiculous.

At the King's Mansion, Pang Qi frowned. This little brat was getting more and more arrogant. Even the Feng family dared to live there.

"Old Pang."

Hearing the shouting in the house, Ponzi walked into the house.

"Marshal, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Yang shook his head and said, "Go and talk and let them come to Qixia Courtyard for dinner tomorrow."

Yang Shu went out early, and when he came back, it was often at night. Mr. Yang couldn't see anyone, so he didn't think much about it.

Pang Qi lowered his eyes, tomorrow? It would be strange if that boy could come back tomorrow.

"Marshal, it's time for you to recuperate now. The prince wants to come to see you, but I have to rush him away. It's better to wait until you are in better health before dining with them, so as not to make them worry about you and not dare to speak loudly."

"Shu'er has been here?" Mr. Yang sat up.

Pang Qi nodded, "A few times a day, it's not too busy."

"How are you talking?" Mr. Yang blew his beard.

"Marshal, it's getting late. Let's take a rest and take good care of yourself as soon as possible. I don't have to make you unwelcome." Pang Qi muttered to himself and helped Mr. Yang lie down.

"He's coming tomorrow, don't stop him." Mr. Yang said to Pang Qi before closing his eyes.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Ponzi closed the door and sighed. He was so depraved that he began to fool the marshal.

This night, Feng Shangshu had trouble sleeping again.

"Step aside!"

Early in the morning, Yang Shu was about to go out, but was stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

"Mr. Jiang, it's dangerous outside. For your safety, please stay in the courtyard." The guard's voice was cold and hard.

Yang Shu immediately became angry, "Are you trying to imprison me?"

"Mengpo!" Yang Shu shouted, "Kill me out!"

Seeing Yang Shu rushing over, the guard looked ugly and turned the knife he held from time to time, fearing that he might stab Yang Shu.

"Master, a fight has begun. Jiang Chuan refuses to let go and insists on leading people to kill him." The steward hurried to Feng Shangshu to report in front of him.

Feng Shangshu's temples were twitching, and anger was boiling in his heart.

He can't rest peacefully for a moment!

Not caring about sending Feng Qingwan out, Feng Shangshu walked to Qingfeng Courtyard.

The blood on the ground was particularly glaring. The guard covered his arms and backed away while resisting.

"Jiangchuan!" Feng Shangshu shouted calmly.

Yang Shu looked over and became even more angry, "You're the one who imprisoned me? Do you know who I am? Let me go quickly, or I will raze this place to the ground!"

Yang Shu's eyes were full of anger, and he was extremely irritable. It was obvious that he could not be locked up.

Feng Shangshu narrowed his eyes and asked the guards to retreat.

"Let's talk."

Feng Shangshu motioned to Yang Shu to follow him.

"What do I have to talk to you about?" Yang Shu's voice was full of impatience, and he raised his legs to leave.

"Qi Tuo." Feng Shangshu spit out two words.

Yang Shu paused, turned around, and stared at Feng Shangshu closely.

"Follow me." Feng Shangshu left first.

Yang Shu thought for a while and followed.

In the pavilion, Feng Shangshu took a sip of tea and said, "You came to Jian'an. Someone else must have suggested it, right?"

"I am inspired by someone else's suggestion. Come and have a look."

"Really?" Feng Shangshu looked at Yang Shu, "Who do you think set the fire last night?"

"Who else could it be, but that bullshit Shangshu, a useless thing who only does sneaky things?" Yang Shu snorted.

Feng Shangshu's eyes were slightly cold, "Have you never thought about being from Ye country?"

Yang Shu waved the cup and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm old and can't lie down properly. Do you think I will be fooled by you if you are just trying to sow discord?"

Feng Shangshu ignored Yang Shu and said to himself, "You should know why the envoys from Ye State came to Yan State, right?"

"But their real purpose is not at all in the gold mine, but in the entire Yan Kingdom."

"You are a part of this plan. You are the only son of Marquis Jingyang. He dotes on you and treats you like a treasure. If anything happens to you, he will not give up."