Chapter 242 Jiang Wuyou's Identity
As soon as the small wooden box was opened, He Yunxiao was speechless.
A thick stack of gold and silver certificates was placed on the top of the wooden box.
He Yunxiao picked them up and counted them. There were a total of 11,850 taels.
He Yunxiao will never forget this number.
This was an unclear business that was born on the night before Daqi Bank opened. It was this business that gave me confidence; it was also this business that gave me money to start subsidizing merchants and customers, which directly led to Daqi Bank becoming regular and taking off.
Without this money, He Yunxiao didn't know what would happen to himself and Daqi Bank now.
Failure is the most likely outcome.
This stack of gold and silver certificates hidden by Sister Jiang seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds at this moment. It even made He Yunxiao, a ninth-grade warrior, tremble and couldn't hold it steadily.
Since crossing over, even when facing Chuchu, who was unreasonable at the beginning and wanted to kill him, He Yunxiao never cried out of fear. Even when he faced the endless torture of the Soul Devouring Pill, He Yunxiao never cried because of the pain. Later, when he faced the blow of "breaking up" with Nanzhu's wife, He Yunxiao never shed a tear.
And now, he raised his head because of a worthless stack of rags.
Pretend that the sturdy wooden house of Chunfeng Tower is swaying in the wind and rain, and pretend that there is a rainstorm under the clear night sky tonight.
This empty rain fell on He Yunxiao's dry heart, not wetting everything, but making everything firm.
Wiping his face with his sleeve, at this time, He Yunxiao had no doubts or hesitations in his heart.
Sister Jiang's identity? I fuck your mother's identity.
I, He Yunxiao, have always helped relatives and not helped others. Jiang Wuyou is my wife, and this is her greatest identity.
I don't care if she is a spy from Qi or Yan, or a spy from some messy force, even if she is the princess of Yan, the queen of Yan, so what?
She is my woman, I will protect her.
He Yunxiao has already weighed the pros and cons in his heart.
Even if Sister Jiang is really related to the State of Yan, so what?
If she is related to the State of Yan, I will go to the battlefield to kill enemies for her. I will kill as many Yan soldiers as she has made mistakes against the State of Qi. The merits and demerits are equal, and no one can touch her.
Even the royalist heroine Meng Qingqian can't do it.
Meng Qingqian is the heroine, and Sister Jiang is also the heroine. Who is afraid of who? If she dares to touch my Sister Jiang, I will just rebel! Let the heroine Meng Qingqian, who is above everyone else, be my maid every day, doing some work such as serving tea and water, warming the bed and rubbing shoulders.
He Yunxiao put the gold and silver coupons aside and took out the remaining pieces of paper in the small wooden box to take a look. After seeing that the bits and pieces on the paper were all his own news, He Yunxiao was broken by Sister Jiang again.
Woo woo woo, Wuyou, my Wuyou...
However, judging from the information on these pieces of paper, He Yunxiao also completely understood Sister Jiang's identity.
A spy of the State of Yan, even a powerful one.
He Yunxiao, who had just wiped his face and now knew the truth, had no ripples in his heart.
Although he was a time traveler, he did not have deep feelings for this world. But after all, he traveled to the body of the legitimate son of Wu Qinghou. It can be said that whether he admits it or not, he has enjoyed the power, convenience and privileges of being the legitimate son of Wu Qinghou.
He Yunxiao could not do such a thing as sucking milk and cursing his mother at the same time.
Since he enjoyed the privilege, he sat on the side of Qi without hesitation. What's more, his father, Wu Qinghou, had won military merits and the title of marquis by fighting for Qi.
His father defended his country, and his son could be incompetent, but he could not sell out his country for a woman.
He Yunxiao packed up the two wooden boxes and put the bed back to its original state.
Since he could not sell out his country, there was actually only one choice now. That was how to win Sister Jiang over to Qi and let her make meritorious contributions while guilty, and the merits and demerits would be offset. Finally, he completed his self-salvation and could face everything with dignity.
At present, we still don't know how Sister Jiang feels about the State of Yan. It would be bad if she is a loyal fan of the State of Yan. We can't be rash about this. After taking Sister Jiang to live in the Marquis' Mansion, we can slowly test her.
He Yunxiao has already thought about it. No matter whether Sister Jiang is willing to cooperate with him or not, she will take the initiative to provide the court with information about the State of Yan, so as to make meritorious contributions. He must guarantee her privacy and not let her communicate directly with the court. He has to go to the court to bargain.
First, the identity of the son of the Marquis' Mansion is very safe, and the identity of the legitimate son of Marquis Wuqing is even safer. There is no motive to surrender to the enemy. It is very suitable to be a middleman.
Second, He Yunxiao is not very confident in the people in the court. First of all, let's not talk about the faction of the court now. It is more likely that a senior official in the court is directly an undercover agent of the State of Yan. If he is unlucky and finds an undercover agent of the State of Yan to negotiate and talk about selling information about the State of Yan, then it will be completely over.
He Yunxiao thought about it and decided to find the antidote girl for this matter.
Jie Yao As Meng Qingqian's confidant and a member of the Jiangnan Li family, she, like herself, had no motive or possibility to surrender to the Yan Kingdom. At least she and Meng Qingqian, the two royalist female leaders, were both reliable.
He Yunxiao was thinking about redeeming himself for Sister Jiang's crime, when he heard familiar footsteps from outside the door, from light to heavy, from far to near.
This footstep was too familiar, it must be Sister Jiang.
He Yunxiao hid by the door of the inner room of the boudoir, pressed tightly against the wall, and waited for his sister to come in.
Jiang Wuyou walked into the room with a smile on her face, holding a 10,000 tael silver note and her own indenture.
"Yunxiao? Xiao'er?"
As soon as she entered the inner room, a huge thing hugged her from behind.
The familiar breath made Jiang Wuyou know who it was without looking back.
"Xiao'er, stop making trouble. I got the contract of selling your body, but I only spent 10,000 taels. The rest is returned to you."
He Yunxiao hugged the beautiful person in his arms tightly from behind, afraid that she would leave, afraid that she would run away.
His body fit tightly against the undulating curves behind her, as if they were a perfect match.
"My wife, the 10,000 taels are for you."
Jiang Wuyou pretended to be angry and said, "How can my sister take your money? My sister is a courtesan, so she is naturally rich. Take it back."
When He Yunxiao heard Jiang Wuyou mention money, he hugged her tighter and said, "How much have you saved in these years as a courtesan?"
Jiang Wuyou wanted to say 5,000 taels, but then she thought it was wrong. It was impossible for her to only have 5,000 taels.
So he changed his words and said, "I've saved almost 20,000 taels. Why are you asking this?"
He Yunxiao said gently, "My wife, you are so rich. Can you support me in the future?"
Jiang Wuyou blushed and lowered her head. She couldn't see her toes and had to look at the empty floor. "When we get married in the future, my sister's money will be yours."
He Yunxiao let go of her hand and let Jiang Wuyou turn around to face him.
He took her hand and led her white, boneless little hand to his chest. Pressed above the heart.
The strong heart kept hitting the chest, and the vibration from the collision was transmitted to Jiang Wuyou's heart through the palm.
"My wife, when people lie, their heartbeats will accelerate."
Jiang Wuyou's face was red, "Why are you saying this?"
He Yunxiao stared at Jiang Wuyou's eyes with affection. At the same time, He Yunxiao saw that her big and beautiful eyes were all about him.
She was her from the very beginning when he came to this world, and she is still her now.
She was the one who liked me the first time, and she was the one who supported me silently, without asking for anything in return.
He Yunxiao said that sentence for the first time in his two lives.
"Jiang Wuyou, I love you."
Jiang Wuyou's eyes widened, and then He Yunxiao deprived her of all feelings and powers, including rejection, speaking, breathing and thinking.
She was left with only joy, love, happiness and satisfaction.
Even if she died in an instant, she would have no regrets in this life.