After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Dark clouds are rolling in and a storm is about to come.

Jiang Beiwang seemed to have heard something, and he closed his door to visitors today. There was not even a servant guarding outside the gate.

The sky was gloomy and it seemed as if the rain was about to fall, but the wind was very strong, blowing the lanterns outside the mansion gate. The rustling and tearing sounds made the Shangshu Mansion look desolate and shabby.

It will be a depression, and soon the entire Shangshu Mansion will cease to exist.

"Break the door." Feng Qiwu raised his hand and said lightly.

The soldiers had had enough of the hardships of sleeping in the open air in the desert, and they had long hated these corrupt officials. After hearing the order, they immediately swarmed forward and kicked the door of the Shangshu Mansion to pieces in a few seconds.

The noises were deafening. Jiang Beiwang, who had wanted to play dead, could no longer sit still. He immediately put on his official uniform, brought a few capable servants with him, and went out to meet the enemy in panic and nervousness.

By then, soldiers and generals had already poured into the Shangshu Mansion and surrounded it tightly on all sides, making it seem as if not even a fly could fly out.

Feng Qiwu was wearing a red dress that dragged on the ground, and he walked into the courtyard of the mansion with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Beiwang was greedy for money. The houses in this mansion were arranged in an orderly manner, layer upon layer, and precious flowers and trees could be seen everywhere in the courtyard. The crabapple tree dancing in the wind in front of him alone was worth enough money that the common people could not spend in several lifetimes. This kind of extravagance had reached the extreme.

Feng Qiwu stood in the courtyard, among the flowers and trees. The prosperity and luxury behind her served as a backdrop, making her even more decadent than the flowers and trees.

But this beauty was stained with poison and blood. When Jiang Beiwang saw his face, he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

He stammered, his teeth chattering: "Feng, Master Feng, why did you break into the official's residence?"

Feng Qiwu looked down at him, with a hint of smile in her eyes: "The Shangshu has closed the door and refuses visitors. If we want to see you, we can only break in. If the Shangshu has any dissatisfaction, please keep it to yourself."

He said this slowly, but his words were extremely arrogant.

Jiang Beiwang's expression changed again and again, his chest rising and falling. He calmed down for a long time before speaking again: "Lord Feng, I am an official appointed by the court after all. If you want to come to see me, why bother to break in? Just ask the servants to call me, and I will open the door to welcome you. But now you not only break in privately, but also bring so many soldiers with you. Why?"

With a trembling voice, he expressed all the complaints in his heart.

Feng Qiwu lifted up his robe and sat on the armchair that Qi Jiuzhu had brought.

He crossed his legs, tapped the handle of the chair with his fingertips, and said lazily: "Of course I want to come and have a chat with you, Lord Shangshu. Do you remember the battle between Beilang and the Western Regions a few months ago?"

Jiang Beiwang's heart was beating like a drum after hearing this. He carefully glanced at Feng Qiwu and said, "I remember that the people in the Western Regions were rampant and coveted our Beilang for a long time. Fortunately, Lord Feng was brave and powerful and defeated them step by step. This is why our Beilang is still prosperous."

Feng Qiwu picked up the tea that Qi Jiuzhu handed over, took a sip, and sighed, "But that battle still cost me a lot of losses. Because the food and grass were not delivered in time, millions of my soldiers almost died in the desert."

His voice gradually became lower and lower, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed, captivating people's hearts.

Jiang Beiwang's breath was choked, as if there was something stuck in his throat.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyebrows and casually blew away the tea stems floating on the tea surface. After a while, he said, "Sir Shangshu is in charge of the Ministry of Revenue in distributing official silver. The purchase of grain and fodder was handled by you. In previous years, it was always timely. But why was it not timely for that war? I didn't even see a shadow of it."

"Please, Lord Shangshu, help me solve my doubts——"

After he finished speaking, Feng Qiwu glanced over. That indifferent and smiling look was filled with a chilling and frightening feeling of impending storm, like the unpredictable dark clouds in the sky, which could not be fathomed at a glance.

Jiang Beiwang felt guilty, and was stung by the gaze. He fell to his knees with his eyes wandering.

"This, this... maybe something went wrong with my subordinates..."

"Maybe?" Feng Qiwu lowered his eyebrows and stared at him: "It's been so long, and the Minister hasn't found out the truth yet? I wonder if you have ever dreamed that those soldiers who died of hunger and cold are asking for your life in your dreams?"

Hearing this, Jiang Beiwang felt as if something was strangling his throat. His pupils widened and infinite fear loomed in his heart.

Does he really know?

Did he really find out?

Is he here to take his life?

But he is the Minister of Revenue. Even if Feng Qiwu has great power, he cannot surpass the current emperor, right?

So today, Feng Qiwu must have come only to intimidate him. When the time comes, once Feng Gou leaves, he can just take the opportunity to take care of his subordinates and he will surely be able to overcome the crisis.

Jiang Beiwang kept sorting out his emotions, and when he calmed down, he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "If Lord Feng wants to investigate, I will help you investigate, and I will give you a satisfactory answer by then."

Feng Qiwu said calmly: "No need."

Hearing this, Jiang Beiwang looked over in disbelief.

Feng Qiwu looked him in the eye, her thin lips curved in a wicked way, but her eyes were cold and grim: "Sir Shangshu is a very busy man. He has been investigating for several months but still hasn't found the truth. How can I trouble you again? So I took the initiative to investigate a little bit myself."

Jiang Beiwang's lips slightly opened, his eyes dazed.

Feng Qiwu threw the secret letter directly at Jiang Beiwang's face and said with a cold smile: "Look, Lord Shangshu, everything in this secret letter is your good deed."

Jiang Beiwang: "..."

At the same time, Qi Jiuzhu also collected dozens of boxes of gold from the underground passage of the Shangshu Mansion, about one million taels, which could be said to be rich enough to rival a country.

In this case, with the evidence of hidden silver right in front of him, no matter how eloquent Jiang Beiwang is, he will find it difficult to clear himself of the charges.

The scorching golden light illuminated Jiang Beiwang's paper-pale face. He looked as dazed as a defeated rooster. Even his eyes had lost their luster, filled with unreasonable despair.

A cold wind blew by, and it started raining without me noticing.

The drizzle of rain hit the precious flowers and trees in the yard. The emerald green leaves were trembling in the wet, just like Jiang Beiwang's bent back, as if it could never straighten up again.

Qi Jiuzhu held an umbrella for Feng Qiwu in time, but even so, his sleeves were still soaked by the splashing rain.

The courtyard was very quiet, with only the sound of the rain falling on people's hearts. The oppression in the sky grew, making it hard to breathe.

Feng Qiwu grabbed a gold ingot and played with it in his hand. There was a golden glow in his eyes, but they were as cold as winter.

He looked towards Jiang Bei with cold eyes and spoke indifferently.

"One million gold coins, the Minister is greedy..."

"We were sleeping in the open air in the desert, eating snakes, insects, rats, ants, and wild fruits to fill our stomachs, and our bodies were eaten by vultures while you used this gold and silver to enjoy music and feasting in your mansion. Where in the world can there be such a wonderful thing?"

"Unless Dongchuang has not revealed the truth, even if you are dead, I will dig out your coffin and make you pay the price. You will go to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reborn."