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

"Reporting to the princess, this maid has fainted."

The female guard who took action sniffed the maid Hongzhu's breath, frowned slightly, took two steps forward, clasped her hands together towards Li Shiliu on the steps, and reported that the maid Hongzhu had fainted from the stress.

"Is your life in danger?"

"Not yet."

"How many times did you get the stick?"

"I'm counting. I got 60 strokes."

Li Shiliu deliberately glanced at Li Yue'er, who was hiding in a corner and trying her best to reduce her presence, and said with a smile on her face, "Servants can be punished if they make mistakes, but they cannot kill people at will, even if they have signed a contract to sell themselves.

Just remember the remaining 40 sticks.

Let the maid recuperate first. When she wakes up, if she tells the truth, I will take charge and spare her the remaining 40 strokes of the cane.

If they are still stubborn, then we can just keep beating them. As long as no one dies, that’s fine.”

Frowning as he looked at the maid Hongzhu who had fainted on the ground, Li Shiliu waved his hand and had someone take her away.

"Find someone to watch her and make sure she doesn't die before she throws up everything she ate."

After dealing with Hongzhu, the maidservant most trusted by Li Yue'er, Li Shiliu looked at Butler Tong, whose legs were trembling.

"Butler Tong."

Li Shiliu's casual words made the fifty-year-old housekeeper Tong's knees weaken and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Old, the old slave is here."

"Get up, Butler Tong, you are a man who knows the current situation.

This princess now wants the key to the storeroom in the mansion."

"The key to the warehouse, this, this..."

Butler Tong, who knew what was going on, was in a dilemma. If he didn't give the key now, he would die. If he gave the key, he would die again in a while. Life was really difficult.

Butler Tong was so anxious that sweat broke out on his head and his teeth were chattering, but he was still hesitating whether to take out the key to the warehouse.

Li Yue'er on the side was anxious. Others might not understand the situation, but Li Yue'er knew it clearly. The warehouse was so clean that even rats didn't want to patronize it. She had embezzled all the money to lend at high interest rates. As for the gold, silver, jewelry and other valuables, there was not much left after Li Yue'er's years of diligent work in moving the rats.

Princess Sheng'an Li Shiliu had only been in the mansion for one day when she went to open the warehouse, not giving Li Yue'er any time to react.

Li Yue'er winked at Butler Tong frantically, praying anxiously in her heart, hoping that Butler Tong could hold on.

"Oh, why bother? Maybe instead of waiting for these people to dilly-dally, I might as well just break open the door of the warehouse."

Franklin, who had been standing aside with his arms folded and watching the fun, had no interest in watching these people complaining. It was just a key, why not just take the door down? There was no need to go through so much trouble.

Seeing Franklin's eager eyes, Li Shiliu smiled and said, "No rush.

We are all civilized people, not barbaric bandits.

It's good that the people in this mansion are sensible, so let's be peaceful. If they are not sensible, it won't be too late to be barbaric. "

Butler Tong secretly glanced at the place where the maid Hongzhu was beaten with a stick. Although the person had been taken away, there was still blood on the ground, dyeing the soil there dark brown.

Butler Tong, who couldn't help but shiver, finally made up his mind, took out a palm-sized copper key, held it in both hands, and respectfully presented it to Princess Sheng'an Li Shiliu.

“This is the key to the storeroom in the mansion.

Please accept it, my lady."