Chapter 409: I Don’t Like the Eighteenth Concubine

"Did you get three million taels of silver?" In the dead of night, Chu Qinghuang's voice was a little gentler and more approachable than during the day.

Fucang hummed, his expression obviously a little more happy: "It has been deposited into the Nanji ticket number."

"Not bad." Chu Qinghuang touched his head with a hint of doting, "The dowry money came so quickly."

Fucang's voice was gentle: "We are still short of two million taels."

"It doesn't matter. When you take over the power of the Yan Kingdom, won't you be able to capture two million taels?" Chu Qinghuang said thoughtfully, "Being an assassin can make money very quickly. Do you want to consider creating a killer pavilion? "

Fu Cang frowned: "Actually, it's not fast either."

"Um?"

"The life of the king of a country is indeed more valuable, but the risk is very high. If the opponent is determined to kill, he will be willing to give it a try even if he spends all the treasury." Fucang explained, "But the lives of other people are not so It’s valuable. If you assassinate a court official, you will be charged according to the official’s grade and the difficulty of the assassination. It can range from a few hundred taels to a few thousand taels. Compared with millions of taels, it’s just a drop in the bucket.”

When Chu Qinghuang heard this, he nodded clearly: "That's right."

Those who can afford to assassinate the king of a country must be a person of high status. Just like the current emperor of Northern Xinjiang, if he can really succeed by spending all the power of the treasury, it will be cost-effective for him.

But ordinary people, not to mention whether they have the courage and necessity to assassinate the king of a country, even if they do, who can get so much money and take the risk of confiscating their homes and exterminating their clans?

"Of all the countries in the world, only Northern Xinjiang is still ambitious. The Emperor of Zhou is the master's nephew. Shu and Dongling have a friendly relationship. Emperor Dongling is the senior brother of his subordinates and the elder brother of his master. The Emperor of Xi Qi is his master. ...Except for the Emperor of Northern Xinjiang, no one can touch his head, so even if it is valuable, such a large-scale business can only be accepted once. "

Chu Qinghuang thought of what she heard before and raised her eyebrows: "Don't you think it's a pity that Emperor Dongling's head is valuable but cannot be moved?"

Fucang shook his head quickly: "I don't have any."

"With your skills and my level of trust in you, there shouldn't be any problem in taking my head." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "Six million taels is an astronomical sum. Are you not tempted at all?"

Fucang looked at her aggrievedly: "It's useless for me to ask for so much money." How can money be compared with the master's?

"Who said it's useless?" Chu Qinghuang looked calm, "Six million taels can buy a large family property, marry a wife and at least eighteen concubines, give birth to many children, and even beg for money. Work as an official, or buy a remote city, and live in a corner from now on, enjoying the joy of having children and grandchildren around you. This is the most fulfilling and happy thing in life. "

Fucang was silent for a moment, pursed his lips and said: "I don't want a concubine with eighteen rooms, nor do I want many, many children. I want to be with my master... Well, two children are enough..."

"Two children?" Chu Qinghuang smiled faintly, "Are you responsible for the birth?"

Fu Cang choked and hesitated: "If a man can have children, my subordinates will also be willing to do so."

Chu Qinghuang: "..."

Fucang raised his eyes and said, "Subordinate, please press your master's buttons?"

Chu Qinghuang said: "If you accept a concubine with eighteen rooms, someone will take turns to serve you every night, so you don't need to serve others here."

"My master is no one else. I like to serve my master." Fucang said in a good tone, "I don't like my eighteen-bedroom concubine."

Chu Qinghuang raised her hand and grabbed his ear, "You always like to refute my words lately."

Fu Cang grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her one by one: "I know my mistake, master, do you want to punish me?"

His attitude was very obedient and docile, but his voice was a little more bewitching. Especially when combined with his actions of kissing her fingers, it became even more alluring.

Chu Qinghuang didn't expect that he would learn so quickly. His fingers were itchy after being kissed by him. She raised her other hand and patted his head: "No nonsense, I have something serious to tell you."

Fucang was silent for a moment, then obediently let go of her hand.

The first seduction plan failed.

"The King of Yan Kingdom, your biological father, is actually one of our own."

Well?

Fucang was surprised: "One of our own?" Isn't Yan State a vassal state of Northern Xinjiang?

"It's a long story, but after you go back, you can be honest with the king of Yan State and tell me the name of my father or Dongling Xie's chief minister. He will cooperate with you in all your plans." Chu Qinghuang said, "Back then For him to successfully take the position of king, Dongling’s help is indispensable.”

As long as the monarch cooperates, Fucang's restoration as a prince will be much smoother, and the life of Wei Heng, the fake prince, left in Xiqi will become irrelevant.

Fucang pondered: "In that case, Duanmu Yu is not suspicious?"

"Uncle Xie is as cunning as a fox, so he naturally has a way to avoid suspicion."

Fucang hummed, indicating that he understood.

"Since Duanmu Yu has come to Xiqi, I will restrain him for the time being. After you go back, you can let go and do whatever you want without any scruples." Chu Qinghuang said, rubbing his head. "I am waiting to marry you as my royal husband."

Fucang was silent after hearing the words, his heart filled with joy, and his eyes were as bright as stars: "Yes."