After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Holding a dagger in one hand and resting the other on his chest, Nanyang Yao, who had just finished washing up and had disheveled hair, sat leaning on the bed, breathing slightly, his half-closed eyes full of struggle and pain.

After a while, Nanyang Yao carefully put away the dagger, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The whole night, the tragedy of the night when the Nan family was wiped out kept replaying in his mind like a movie. Nan Yang Yao did not sleep well at all and kept sleeping lightly.

Before daybreak, every weekday, the poor early bird, the Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong, had to attend the morning court on time, taking the stolen goods that his daughter Li Shiliu brought home yesterday, and went to work to punch in.

The not-so-small noise made Nanyang Yao, who had a nightmare all night, open his eyes immediately.

Nanyang Yao took a look at the unfamiliar rooftop and was in a daze. He did not react for a while until a series of events that happened yesterday came back to his mind. Then he realized that he had arrived at the residence of the Minister of Revenue in Yuanjing City and became Yang Nanyao, the maid of Li Shiliu, the wife of Duke Yue 30 years later and the eldest daughter of the current Minister of Revenue.

Nanyang Yao reacted and sat up with a somersault. Wearing a snow-white middle garment, he hurriedly sat down in front of the dressing table and began to disguise himself in a hurry.

As the sky gradually brightened, the exquisite and handsome young man Nanyang Yao successfully transformed into the little maid Yang Nanyao.

Yang Nanyao gently opened the door and looked around. The yard was quiet and fortunately there was no one else there.

To be a qualified maid, of course she has to prepare toiletries for the young lady before she gets up. Yang Nanyao, who volunteered to stay, cannot leave a bad impression on the young lady on her first day of work.

Therefore, Yang Nanyao quickly walked out of Qinliuxuan and went to the downstairs dormitory.

After all, she had just arrived, so Yang Nanyao went to the servants' quarters in the Minister of Revenue's Mansion according to the customary layout of residences in the capital. However, when she arrived at the servants' quarters, Yang Nanyao was dumbfounded.

What I saw before me was a barren land. Apart from some tenaciously growing weeds, there wasn't even a single tile on the ground.

"Um????

It's interesting that this legendary Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong was really a miser who couldn't even afford to spend a single brick on such a large area of ​​his home."

Yang Nanyao shook her head helplessly and planned to go to the kitchen to take a look.

The further Yang Nanyao walked, the more strange it felt. It was simply too quiet. As a second-rank Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, in charge of all the money and grain in the country, he must have been filthy rich, but even a casual touch would reveal his wealth. He would never be so stingy that he didn't even have a servant to sweep the house.

Yes, since there are no servants in the mansion to do the rough work, why do we need servants' rooms?

Li Lianggong, this old monkey, is really stingy to a new level. No wonder the emperor can safely hand over the Ministry of Revenue to him. With his stingy attitude, it is estimated that not even a penny will be wasted in the national treasury. Yang Nanyao shook her head helplessly.

After arriving at the kitchen, Yang Nanyao pushed the door open and saw a woman in her early 40s, who was neat and tidy and looked smart and capable, busy at the stove.

"Hello……"

Yang Nanyao, who didn't know how to address the other person, stood at the kitchen door and greeted him.

The woman who was cutting ginger and garlic put down the kitchen knife after hearing Yang Nanyao's voice, and stared at Yang Nanyao with cold eyes for a full minute.