Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 56 Chen Pingping: Wu Feng will definitely find a way to see Miss!

Xie Yu turned to Wu Feng and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting:

"Lord Wu, I won't say much more in thanks. I will handle the follow-up matters properly. If there are no further instructions, I will return to the yamen to deal with these prisoners."

"Thank you for your time, Prefect Xie." Wu Feng nodded.

"Lord Wu, General Xu, I take my leave." Xie Yu turned and mounted his horse, bowed, and led his yamen runners back towards the prefectural government office.

The ransacking of the Ming family's property continued, with soldiers going in and out, carrying out boxes of valuables.

Xu Jingyuan chuckled at Wu Feng:

"Lord Wu, this search of property is a delicate matter; we can't afford to make any mistakes. Perhaps I should stay and keep an eye on things?"

Wu Feng naturally knew what he was thinking, and simply smiled: "Then I'll have to trouble General Xu."

"It's no trouble at all! It's no trouble at all!" Xu Jingyuan waved his hand hurriedly, turned around and walked into the Ming family's gate with light steps.

Wu Feng didn't linger. He took Shu Ying and left the chaotic place, heading straight for the Suzhou branch of Qingyutang.

He was going to Qingyutang to find someone.

When it comes to arithmetic, no one in the entire city of Suzhou can compare to the managers of Qingyutang.

The Ming family's assets need to be settled as soon as possible, and it would be most appropriate to entrust this matter to the people of Qingyutang.

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Meanwhile, in the three major workshops...

Wang Ganju, accompanied by several guards, bound Xiao Jian, Ma Xiongjian, and Hu Jinlin tightly and took them to a secluded courtyard in the neighborhood.

Xiao Jian's face was deathly pale, and he was still struggling:

"Treasurer Wang! What are you doing? We are sent by Her Highness the Princess! How dare you touch us?!"

Ma Xiongjian also shouted:

"We just had a meal with the Ming family! We didn't do anything! What right do you have to kidnap us?!"

Hu Jinlin even launched into a tirade of profanities:

"Wang Ganju! You just wait! When we get back to the capital, we'll definitely complain about you to the Princess!"

Wang Ganju remained expressionless and simply waved his hand.

The guards pushed the three of them into the courtyard.

A figure emerged from behind a pillar; it was Ling Shuang, another sword-wielding guard who had come to Suzhou with Shu Ying.

"Miss Ling Shuang," Wang Ganju bowed, "Lord Wu instructed that these three people are to be dealt with by you."

Ling Shuang nodded and walked up to the three of them.

When Xiao Jian saw her, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes:

"Miss Ling Shuang! You're someone close to His Highness! Tell them we're innocent! We really just went out for a meal..."

Ling Shuang didn't speak.

She slowly drew her sword.

The sword gleamed with a cold light in the morning glow.

The three of them widened their eyes instantly.

"No...no..." Xiao Jian's voice trembled, "Miss Ling Shuang! We really..."

A flash of sword light.

A very decisive sword strike.

Three jets of blood gushed out, splashing onto the bluestone slab.

Ling Shuang sheathed her sword and turned to look at Wang Ganju: "Clean it up."

After saying that, she vanished into the courtyard in a flash.

Wang Ganju looked at the corpse on the ground and let out a soft breath.

Wu Feng had instructed that there was no need to listen to any explanations; just kill them and be done with it.

This Miss Ling Shuang really carried it out thoroughly.

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The news of the Ming family's downfall spread like wildfire throughout Suzhou.

The three major families, Su, Cui, and Gu, were all shocked and terrified.

They feared that Wu Feng might turn the blade on them at any moment.

That afternoon, the heads of the three families arrived at the lakeside cottage with generous gifts, as if by prior arrangement.

Wu Feng looked at the gift boxes held by the three family heads and their servants outside, a half-smile on his face: "What brings you three here?"

Su Peisheng was the first to step forward, bowing very low as he clasped his hands in greeting.

"Lord Wu, regarding the Ming family's affairs today... our families are filled with fear and have come to pay our respects, begging Lord Wu for a definitive answer."

Old Master Cui hurriedly said, "Lord Wu, our Cui family has always been law-abiding and would never dare to have any improper thoughts."

The head of the Gu family nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, our Gu family too."

Wu Feng glanced at them and stepped aside: "Come in and talk."

The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly went inside.

After sitting down in the main hall, Wu Feng had tea served.

"The three of you need not be alarmed." He picked up his teacup and gently blew on the steam. "I took action against the Ming family because they touched something they shouldn't have."

The three of them held their breath and listened.

"The Ming family wants to collude with Xiao Jian and others to plot against the secrets within the Three Great Workshops." Wu Feng put down his teacup, his voice calm. "The Three Great Workshops are a matter of national importance. There are some things within them that even I cannot inquire about. Such matters are absolutely forbidden."

He looked at the three men: "If the Ming family dares to lay a hand on me, I'll have no choice but to chop off their hands. As for your three families..."

The three of them were so nervous that their palms were sweating.

"...As long as you behave yourself and don't overstep your bounds, I naturally won't make things difficult for you." After saying this, Wu Feng picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Su Peisheng and the other two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Master Cui was even more relieved.

Fortunately, when the Ming family hosted a banquet for Xiao Jian and his group that day, the Cui family felt it was inappropriate and did not participate.

Otherwise, the Ming family wouldn't be the only one whose property has been confiscated today.

"Lord Wu, you are wise!" the three said in unison.

Wu Feng waved his hand:

"I accept the gift. In the future, the business of the three major workshops in Suzhou will still rely on your support. As long as we follow the rules, we can all make money together."

That's very clear.

The three quickly stood up, cupped their hands in greeting, and said, "Definitely! Definitely!"

After seeing off the three family heads, Wu Feng looked at the gift boxes piled up in the hall and smiled.

Shuying stepped out from the side: "They believed it?"

"Whether you believe it or not is not important," Wu Feng said. "The important thing is that they won't dare to steal again."

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Kyoto, Prosecutor's Office.

Chen Pingping sat in the study, holding five pieces of paper pieced together in his hand.

The letter was delivered by Xie Yu in five separate shipments, and it has only just been pieced together.

As he read the contents of the letter, his pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers holding the letter trembled a little.

Miss... has appeared?

And from now on, the three major pharmacies and Qingyutang will obey Wu Feng, not the eldest princess.

How is this possible?!

Chen Pingping's mind raced through all the information about Wu Feng.

A refugee was sold into the palace by his fellow villagers to become a eunuch.

They were a bit luckier and gained the trust of the eldest princess.

It just so happens that His Majesty is currently in a coma, and the Eldest Princess is in charge of the affairs of the three major workshops and Qingyutang, which is why Wu Feng was able to get this job of handling Suzhou affairs.

Such a person is worlds apart from a young lady.

Moreover, the young lady and Wu Feng had only met once, and they hadn't even exchanged a single word.

How could there possibly be a collaboration?

But it was clearly written in the letter.

Ye Songnian and Wang Ganju both stated clearly that they had seen the young lady with their own eyes.

Chen Pingping knew Ye Songnian and his ilk all too well. They wouldn't lie about something like this.

So...

He suddenly realized that the young lady was someone who came from the temple.

The temple contains so many incredible things. Given the temple's mystique, perhaps... the young lady might not be dead!

If so...

Chen Pingping's heart started racing.

Will he have any hope of seeing Miss again in the future?

This thought grew wildly in his heart like weeds. He missed the young lady terribly, to the core.

Chen Pingping slowly moved her wheelchair around the study, her gaze sweeping over every corner.

Bookshelves, desks, soft couches by the window... it's as if Ye Qingmei's figure will walk out from somewhere at any moment, and call him Pingping with a smile, just like before.

But no.

The study was empty; he was the only one there.

The light in Chen Pingping's eyes gradually dimmed, and a clear sense of disappointment appeared on his face.

After a long while, he looked at the letter in his hand again.

The young lady made the three major pharmacies and Qingyutang obey Wu Feng's orders.

Miss Ke had only met Wu Feng once...

Chen Pingping suddenly thought of something.

What if the young lady met Wu Feng in Suzhou and that's how she reached a cooperation agreement with him?

Will Wu Feng be able to see Miss?

This idea rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart, which had just been dormant.

Chen Pingping carefully folded the letter and put it in her bosom.

It seems that once Wu Feng returns to Kyoto, he will have to meet this young man properly.