Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 437: The Traitor: Bright Moon, Drinking Alone in the Autumn

Li Wenqing has been well-read since childhood, and she likes to hide in the house alone to study various rare books. Her heart is not as harmless as her appearance. Her temperament makes people feel kind and gentle when they see her. She has practiced in front of the mirror for more than ten years, and her every word and action is carefully designed.

It is definitely not easy for a princess to grow up safely and in good health in the palace.

After cursing to his heart's content, Li Wenqing sat down angrily and drank three cups of tea.

She knew that Tang Ran had dug up other people's ancestral graves, but she never expected that Tang Ran had dug up her family's ancestral grave.

Thinking of this, Li Wenqing felt angry and sad. She knew that the Northern Qi must have an empty treasury and could not make ends meet, which was why Tang Ran was forced to risk his life to make money by doing something that would make people gossip about him.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Tang Ran gave the tomb robber a look. The tomb robber came out with a guilty look on his face and said, "Princess, you misunderstood. The Prime Minister did not ask us to rob Prince Gong's tomb. It was a coincidence that we were digging the tomb of the ancestor of the Jiang family in Hebei at that time. Unexpectedly, heavy rains for half a month in a row washed away the mountain and revealed a tomb."

"I really didn't know it was Prince Gong's mausoleum, otherwise I wouldn't dare to touch it with a shovel even if I had ten heads."

He said a lot of things, but the point was that if he knew, he would not steal the burial objects, and he would not even touch a weed on the grave.

The tomb-raiding captain spoke with conviction and was extremely sincere.

It is of course true that the tomb was washed away, but if they really didn't know whose tomb it was, then anyone who was not blind would be able to recognize the huge stone tablet standing there.

Being half true and half false, Li Wenqing didn't want to pursue the matter any further.

Few people know the exact location of Prince Gong's tomb. It was because Prince Gong always longed for a life surrounded by mountains and rivers. When he died, he asked a Feng Shui master to find a good location. After the funeral, the funeral procession carried his body out of the capital to the location he had chosen for burial.

Li Wenqing asked Tang Ran about Northern Qi's current financial situation. The more she listened, the more she frowned.

Finally, Li Wenqing's eyes fell on the boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, and he made a very difficult decision.

Tang Ran just said it very clearly. The tomb raiders had robbed all the tombs that could be robbed from the corrupt officials and the aristocratic families. Now those people look at their ancestors' tombs like beads, and have sent people to guard them day and night, making it impossible to start a business.

Li Wenqing cleared his throat and said, "I know where the tombs of several of the emperor's uncles are. They were not buried in the royal mausoleum."

The tomb raider's eyes lit up.

It’s obvious that these ten princesses are capable of doing great things.

If it weren't for her inappropriate identity as a princess, the tomb raider would have wanted to recruit her, and she would definitely be able to develop this business.

Fortunately, Li Wenqing can't read minds, otherwise he would have turned around and left after hearing this.

It was difficult enough for her to make this decision. If she was asked to develop this business further, no amount of etiquette could stop her from going crazy.

The smile on Tang Ran's face became more genuine, and the more she looked at Li Wenqing, the more she liked him.

He likes this kind of sensible nobleman.

And it has to be said that Li Wenqing is indeed very courageous. Since ancient times, filial piety has always been emphasized. People have to pay homage to their ancestors during festivals, not to mention digging up ancestral graves, which is a heinous act.

However, Tang Ran had recently figured out a way to make money, so she talked about it with Li Wenqing.

Li Wenqing's mouth twitched fiercely. He didn't know whether to drink the tea at his mouth or put it down. He felt that all his years of cultivation were about to be exhausted today.

But looking at Tang Ran's expectant eyes, he nodded.

Tang Ran's meaning was very simple. She just wanted her to create a gimmick to get those civil and military officials and wealthy families to invest, and then pay back a portion of the money to those investors every month and tell those people that this way she can make money from money.

It is equivalent to them investing one thousand taels of silver, and I will return one hundred taels of silver to those people every month. The more they invest, the more they get back. If they recruit another person, they will return more silver.

After returning the first month's 100 taels of silver, and waiting for those people to recruit enough people, they would run away with the money.

Li Wenqing was sure that if he did this, he would be scolded to death.

After thinking about it carefully, she also felt that this was a good idea.

At worst, he would deny it even if he was beaten to death, and would insist that he was also a victim and that all his private money had been cheated away.

In fact, Li Wenqing looked up at Tang Ran, who was moving gracefully. He was not afraid of the criticism, but was a little worried that some people in the society would imitate this method and use various scams to empty the wealth that the people had saved with great difficulty.

Natural disasters have frequently occurred in Northern Qi in recent years, and the imperial court has reduced taxes several times. Today, Northern Qi's taxes are more relaxed than those of other countries.

Since there was no money to be collected from the people and the army had to be supported as well as civil and military officials, many ministers had proposed increasing taxes, but they were all suppressed by Tang Ran alone.

The people were already struggling to survive because they could not grow much food on the land. If taxes were increased again, they would surely be forced to rebel.

This is also the reason why Tang Ran would rather dig up graves and find various ways to confiscate the properties of corrupt officials than increase taxes on the people.

When Tang Ran and Li Wenqing were discussing the Tang scam, Xue Nanyin, who was speechless, came in with a wooden box. She always preferred light and simple dresses, and now she was walking against the light, with the shaky sunset glow behind her falling on her, making the people in the room feel like they had seen a goddess.

Xue Nanyin bowed to Li Wenqing and said, "Your servant greets the Tenth Princess."

Li Wenqing nodded and asked her to get up. Although he was curious about why Xue Nanyin lived in the Prime Minister's Mansion, he did not ask more questions.

Xue Nanyin handed the wooden box to Tang Ran and said concisely: "The aphrodisiac and itching powder you wanted."

Tang Ran was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Xue Nanyin to make the amount she wanted so quickly.

Xue Nanyin stood aside silently.

She has always been like this. As long as Tang Ran tells her to do something, she will do her best and never ask any questions.

Just like why Tang Ran needed aphrodisiacs and itching powder, Xue Nanyin didn’t care what they were used for. She only cared whether she had helped Tang Ran.

She didn't have as keen a sense of politics as Li Wenqing, but no matter what others said about Tang Ran, she believed in the boy who pitied her for losing her parents and clumsily cooked longevity noodles.

Li Wenqing and Xue Nanyin's personalities did not get along well, and apart from the first one or two sentences, they just sat quietly in their seats.

Li Wenqing looked at Xue Nanyin curiously.

Xue Nanyin smiled at her and looked at Tang Ran silently, with her eyes full of tenderness. Not to mention men, even women could not avoid being immersed in this pool of tenderness.