The mistress died of overwork, and after rebirth, she was bad at raising her cubs

Xie Shaoshang agreed to cooperate with Shen Qinglan. For Shen Qinglan, all the hard work of this night was not in vain.

Afterwards, Shen Qinglan discussed some details of the cooperation with Xie Shaoshang. After both of them were satisfied, Xie Shaoshang prepared to leave with satisfaction.

But before Xie Shaoshang left, he glanced at the Shadow Pavilion assassins who were imprisoned by Shen Qinglan, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, but he still looked at Shen Qinglan and asked:

"Then they..."

"The Shadow Pavilion is one of the best assassin organizations. I have to leave something behind as a token of the Shadow Pavilion's sincerity, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Shaoshang understood that they were planning to use these people as a "deposit".

But, this is understandable.

It's impossible for two people to unconditionally trust each other and not play tricks when they meet for the first time, right?

It was naturally impossible for Shen Qinglan to completely trust Xie Shaoshang, but she didn't care whether Xie Shaoshang trusted her or not.

After all, since Xie Shaoshang stepped into the Zhanwang Mansion, the initiative has been in her hands.

Xie Shaoshang could choose not to cooperate with her, but as long as he refused to cooperate, the news of the meeting between the Shadow Pavilion Master and her would immediately reach the Fourth Prince.

Even though Shadow Pavilion is one of the best assassin organizations, if they offend the royal family, they will probably have to suffer the consequences.

By then, it would be a complete loss of both the wife and the army.

Xie Shaoshang naturally knew this, and couldn't help but look at Shen Qinglan for a second longer, and said with a smile on his face:

"If you were a man, I'm afraid your achievements might not be inferior to those of the War King."

Xie Shaoshang left, and this was the highest evaluation Xie Shaoshang gave to Shen Qinglan.

Lu Huaizhu looked at Xie Shaoshang's back, then looked at Shen Qinglan, and said with two "tsk tsk" sounds:

“He has a pretty good eye.”

Shen Qinglan was amused when he heard this, but he said, "My cousin admires me and naturally thinks I am the best. However, I am afraid that I will have to ask my cousin to take care of the transaction with the Young Master of the Shadow Pavilion in the past two days."

"No? Why did you give it to me again? Didn't you let me come here to be a teacher for those naughty kids?"

When Lu Huaizhu heard this, he immediately became excited, his face turned red, and he began to argue for himself.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan handed a bottle of pills to Lu Huaizhu, pointed to the mole who was eagerly waiting for the antidote, and said with a smile:

"Cousin, those who are capable should do more work. Besides, the War King has returned, so I have to take care of him."

Lu Huaizhu held the bottle of pills and looked at Shen Qinglan's back as he turned around. He couldn't help but sigh:

"You never thought of me when you had good things to do. You just threw all the dirty work to me! I owed you this in my last life!"

After Lu Huaizhu muttered to himself, he looked at the mole, shook the porcelain bottle in his hand and said:

"Want an antidote?"

"hey-hey……"

A few ingratiating smiles suddenly appeared on the mole's face, and his mustache trembled when he smiled, which was extremely obscene.

Lu Huaizhu closed his eyes in disdain, threw an antidote to the mole and said:

"This antidote needs to be taken once every six hours. Now you need to do something for me. I'll give it to you once you're done."

"Ah?" When the mole heard this, his mustache drooped down, and he looked a little depressed, but when he saw Lu Huaizhu's changed expression, he immediately smiled ingratiatingly:

"My lord, please give me your instructions!"

"Digging up the corpse..."

The waterside stage in the Fourth Prince's mansion was extremely lively.

The actors' sleeves fluttered, their figures were graceful, and every word of their melodious and lingering singing was filled with thousands of emotions and tender feelings.

In the square pavilion below the waterside pavilion, candles were alight and veils were lingering.

The Fourth Prince was leaning on the chaise longue, his long jet-black hair draped at his side. One hand supported his head while the other hand gently turned the Buddhist beads in his hand. His pale face seemed to reveal a sense of compassion for the common people.

The Fourth Prince's wife was standing aside, watching the show on the stage with some uneasiness. She couldn't help but steal a glance at the Fourth Prince, and she couldn't stop feeling timid in her heart.

"Ms. Fang, my father always says that you don't have the inner qualities of a lady from a noble family. How come you can't listen to such a beautiful play? You are so distracted. I'm afraid you will be scolded again next time you enter the palace."

The Fourth Prince's light voice came, and the Fourth Prince's wife was immediately startled, and immediately knelt on the ground and said:

"Fourth Prince, please forgive me, it is me..."

The Fourth Prince opened his eyes and saw the Fourth Prince's wife kneeling in front of him with a look of satisfaction in her eyes. He couldn't help but sigh softly, then stretched out his hand in front of the Fourth Prince's wife.

The Fourth Prince's wife was stunned for a moment, then she placed her hand tremblingly on the Fourth Prince's hand, stood up obediently, and sat next to the Fourth Prince.

When the Fourth Prince saw the Fourth Prince's wife sitting down, a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes, but his tone was full of a doting sigh as he said:

"You, I've already told you that you and I are husband and wife, and you are the only one in the Fourth Prince's backyard. Why are you always so fearful? If others see you, they might think that this prince doesn't care about you."

Fang's shoulders trembled slightly when she heard this, and she quickly shook her head and said:

"The Fourth Prince treats me very well..."

The fourth prince nodded with satisfaction and said, "If that's the case, why should you be afraid of your husband?"

The Fourth Prince's wife glanced at the Fourth Prince, nodded obediently and said:

"I, I am not afraid of the Fourth Prince. I, I respect the Fourth Prince."

The Fourth Prince heard this and smiled. He was very satisfied and took back the hand that he was holding with the Fourth Prince's Consort. He said casually:

"You've worked hard these days. I'll have someone bring the newly acquired oriental pearls from the storehouse to make you a new headpiece."

"Fourth Prince?" The Fourth Prince's wife turned pale with fear when she heard this. Using Dongzhu as a head ornament is the empress's ceremonial guard! How dare she?

"It's okay, just do it first, it will come in handy eventually."

The Fourth Prince, however, did not care at all. He smiled and turned the Buddhist beads in his hand in a calm voice.

At this moment, someone suddenly came hurriedly, knelt in front of the Fourth Prince, and said:

"Master, Master! The message from Shadow Pavilion has returned."

"Huh? Someone's dead?"

Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince paused slightly as he was turning the Buddhist beads, raised his eyes and looked at the person who came, with some interest in his eyes.

The servant shook his head and said, "No, no, the people from Shadow Pavilion sent a message back saying that there is a master in the Zhan Palace, and Shadow Pavilion has lost more than a hundred assassins..."

"What?" Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince narrowed his eyes, his gaze suddenly became colder, and he looked at the servant like a poisonous snake.

The servant was so frightened that he trembled all over, but he still tried to finish his words:

"Then, the people from the Shadow Pavilion sent a message saying that they have been studying the defensive formation of the Zhanwang Mansion overnight and will be able to solve it tomorrow. By then, we will be able to attack the Zhanwang Mansion, but, but I want to ask, do you need anything else?"

As soon as the servant finished speaking, a dagger flew directly towards him!

Suddenly!

A dagger pierced through his throat and nailed him to the pavilion behind him!

The actors on the stage were frightened, but they didn't dare to scream or run around. They looked at each other and continued to sing the play!

The Fourth Prince's wife, however, had already knelt on the ground again, looking at the fallen body, tears streaming down her face:

"Fourth, Fourth Prince..."

Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince took a deep breath, looked at the Fourth Prince's wife, and said with a hint of coldness in his eyes:

"Pass the message! No matter what method they use! No matter what the cost! I must see Shen Qinglan's head!"

The counselor on the side couldn't help but speak at this time, and carefully reminded the Fourth Prince:

"But my Lord, the Shadow Pavilion charges money for killing people. Now that more than a hundred people have died, I'm afraid the amount will not be a small amount..."

"I am the fourth prince's mansion, but I don't even have this little money?"