Jinxiu Nanzhi, determined to be the richest woman

"Hey, have you heard? At dawn today, there are many corpses outside the gate of Prince Xian's Mansion!" said the women gathered in twos and threes around the tea shed on the street.

"I heard that when I was passing by at night, I saw many people lying at the door of Prince Xian's Mansion from a distance. When I walked up and took a look, they were all dead!"

"The shouting at midnight attracted the attention of the concierge inside, who came out to check!"

"I went to report it to Dali Temple later in the morning. People heard that it was all shipped to Dali Temple! There is no result yet!"

The women were talking a lot, and many people in the teahouse were talking about it.

Yu Muyun still went out today. He had to plan the store he bought carefully and resolve the store issues as soon as possible.

As soon as I arrived nearby, I heard those people talking. After thinking about it, I went into the teahouse again and asked the shopkeeper if Ye Jingyuan was here.

After getting the results, Yu Muyun directly ordered a pot of tea and a plate of snacks and sent them to the nearby shop.

"Is this talking about the affairs of Prince Xian's Mansion?" Feng Yixian knew something about Prince Xian's Mansion.

"Sister Feng, find an opportunity to talk to them and find out if they have a good relationship!" Yu Muyun said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find out for you!" Feng Yixian looked at the women gathered outside.

Yu Muyun just started painting in the house. He made drawings for the first, second and third floors, one by one. He drew roughly everything that was needed, and marked the areas that needed to be demolished.

After the tea house brought snacks and tea, I briefly chatted with the shopkeeper and decided on the location of the hole.

"The master said it has been decided. That's it. When the time comes to start the work, you will arrange for someone to do it!"

"Okay, I get it. After I have determined it, I will find a time when there are fewer customers to start the construction. It will be the same for the second and upper floors!" Yu Muyun nodded.

"Okay! Then you are busy. By the way, get up early and open the door. The master will send someone to send a message, saying that he will come to you later when the matter is taken care of!" The shopkeeper said close to him.

"I know!"

Watching people leave, Yu Muyun sat on a chair and continued painting, pouring tea from time to time.

Feng Yixian came back after a while.

"After asking around, there were eleven corpses at the door of Prince Xian's Mansion in the morning, and all of them had their eyes dug out. Some people said that someone was threatening Prince Xian, but the most common rumor was that they were all the people of Prince Xian who had been retaliated against. But there are many versions, and this one is the most talked about!" Feng Yixian finished speaking and poured a cup of tea to drink.

"Those corpses are in Dali Temple? Didn't the Xian Wang keep them?"

"No, he also said that if Dali Temple needs anything, just ask and he will definitely help!"

"He didn't say those people were his people?" Yu Muyun stopped and looked at her.

"No!" Feng Yixian shook her head.

Yu Muyun didn't ask any more questions. It was strange that the wise king could recognize these people. Not to mention his reputation as a virtuous man and his appearance of being unconcerned. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that these people were Lian Jiazi. They were definitely It's not as simple as being a palace official. If he admits it, his reputation will be at risk!

"Mu Mu, those people..." Feng Yixian looked at Yu Muyun, confused.

Yu Muyun didn't speak, just nodded.

Feng Yixian's doubts were confirmed.

"Then you now..."

"As long as Yu Yu is not exposed, it won't be a big problem!" Yu Muyun smiled.

"Okay, you're fine!" Feng Yixian calmed down.

"Sister Feng, do me a favor!" Yu Muyun handed her some blank papers.

"Draw all four sides and go to the second floor!"

"Okay!" Feng Yixian accepted it. It was still possible to write, so she took it up to the second floor.