Long Live the Empress

Chapter 182 No one mourns

Inspectorate

Yan Liyuan sat in the main seat, wearing a crimson-purple official uniform, and looked extremely majestic.

Yin Kun knelt on the ground and recounted all his crimes, but did not mention Concubine Shu at all.

Yan Liyuan threw an account book on the ground and said, "Explain to me where the 25 million taels of silver in the account book went."

Yin Kun was very familiar with this account book. He clenched his hands tightly and said, "It was I who took it!"

"Oh? So much silver can fill up the entire Ministry of Rites. Where can you put it?" The sound of Yan Liyuan's fingers tapping on the table made Yin Kun frightened.

"Your humble servant...your humble servant has spent money!"

"Yin Kun..." Yan Liyuan warned Yin Kun in a cold voice, "You better think it over before you speak. Such a big case is not something you, a small Minister of Rites, can handle!"

Yin Kun's face was pale, and the cold sweat on his head fell to the ground like beans. "This is all done by me alone. It has nothing to do with others. Please, my Lord... spare my family! I beg you!"

Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood spurted out of Yin Kun's mouth and his body fell to the ground.

"Oh no! He took poison!" Wang Yi drew out his sword and protected Yan Liyuan.

Wang Erze stepped forward to feel Yin Kun's pulse and shook his head, "Master, he is dead."

"Body search!" Yan Liyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the dead Yin Kun, feeling that Yin Kun would leave something behind.

Wang Er searched Yin Kun's clothes inside and out, but found no clues. Finally, he found a poison packet in Yin Kun's mouth. "Master, he hid the poison in his teeth, and when he felt something was wrong, he immediately took the poison and committed suicide. This is a common method used by assassins!"

"Send it back..."

殷府

Madam Yin knelt in the mourning hall, sobbing and burning paper money.

Yin Qian was still young and didn’t know why his mother was crying, but when he saw his mother crying, he also cried.

The yard was hung with white banners, and the servants had changed into white clothes and were busy running back and forth.

Apart from the people in the Yin Mansion, no one else came to pay their respects.

Madam Yin looked at the deserted courtyard and sneered at Yin Kun's coffin, "Master, look! When you were here, our Yin Mansion was so prosperous. Those dignitaries sent visiting cards one by one to ask to see you... And look at it now. Now that you're gone, there's not even one person to pay their respects... Hehe..."

The housekeeper sighed heavily, unable to bear watching this scene, and turned to leave when he bumped into someone. "Who is this lady..."

"Madam Yin, I am Yue Jinghao, the legitimate daughter of the Yue family. I heard about Lord Yin's affairs, so I came to see him..." Yue Jinghao, dressed in plain clothes, bowed to Madam Yin.

Madam Yin had never met Yue Jinghao, let alone had any contact with her, "Miss Yue?"

Yue Jinghao nodded, took the incense stick from Manjue, bowed three times, and inserted the incense stick into the incense burner in front of the coffin. "Mrs. Yin, I am deeply saddened..."

"Madam, those servants saw that the master was gone and wanted to loot things in the mansion. If it weren't for the few who signed the indenture to sell themselves stopping them, they would have taken the things and run away long ago!" The old housekeeper in the Yin mansion wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran over to report in a hurry.

"The people are gone, what's the use of those things! Just let them go..." Mrs. Yin sneered while burning paper money.

"Madam!" The old butler widened his eyes, unable to believe what he heard.

"Madam Yin, no matter what the adults do, you still have to take care of the child. He is still so young, and there will be many places to spend money in the future!" Yue Jinghao winked at Manju, and Manju ran out the door.

Madam Yin didn't say anything, she just held Yin Qian in her arms and cried softly.

A large crowd of servants, holding large and small objects in their hands, walked towards the door one after another, and several servants could not stop them.

"Get out of the way! Although the master is gone, we still have to live. These things will be confiscated sooner or later. It's better for us to take them to feed our wives and children!"

"That's right! Don't meddle in other people's business! We are all servants, not sold out. We can't die with our master!"

"Do you have any conscience for doing this? The Madam and the Young Master are still in the mourning hall, and the Master has just passed away, and you are taking advantage of the situation. Are you worthy of the Madam?"

"..."

The quarrel became louder and louder, and it looked like a fight was about to break out, when suddenly a group of soldiers rushed in from outside the door and surrounded them.

Those people were afraid of trouble, so they put down the things in their hands, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, "Sir, the things that the masters have done have nothing to do with us servants, please let us go!"

Yue Jinghao walked up to them and saw how cowardly they were. She couldn't help but worry about Madam Yin. "It's not up to you to decide whether they are related or not... Take them all away and release them after you have investigated thoroughly!"

The officers and soldiers tied up the servants who wanted to escape with ropes and dragged them out.

Wang Yizhao bowed to Yue Jinghao and left with his men.

Manju returned to Yue Jinghao and whispered, "Fortunately, Miss had the foresight to borrow someone from the Ninth Prince, otherwise Madam Yin and Master Yin would have nothing to lose in the future!"

Although Manju's voice was low, Madam Yin heard it clearly. She looked at Yin Qian, who was almost frightened, and didn't know what to do.