The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 332 - 331: We Will Come Back!

Jiang Qing, what is he here for?

Upon hearing Jiang Qing’s name, Chu Tianyi’s face changed again.

Ever since Chu Miaoyun had taken the Bone Marrow Cleansing Powder from Purple Cloud Alchemy Hall and lost all her cultivation, Chu Tianyi had developed a deep resentment toward the people of the Alchemy Hall.

Could it be that Jiang Qing has come to apologize?

"Inform Hall Master Jiang that the mansion has urgent matters and we will not receive outside guests."

Chu Tianyi waved his hand dismissively, full of arrogance.

"Please let Hall Master Jiang in, as I’m the one who invited him."

To his surprise, Xin Lin interrupted Chu Tianyi’s words.

"Xin, the gentlemen of the Chu Family."

Jiang Qing, dressed in a green robe, walked in. His gaze casually swept over the members of the Chu Mansion and settled on Xin Lin, his eyes brimming with a smile, making him appear quite delightful.

"What business does the Chu Family have that involves bringing in an outsider?"

Chu Tianyi said dissatisfied.

"Brother Jiang is not an outsider; he’s my friend."

Xin Lin brushed it off, and Jiang Qing, hearing this, felt quite pleased, the smile on his face growing even wider.

A scoff came through the cold air.

Xin Lin heard it clearly, thinking to herself, ’The Pride Corpse is at it again, being temperamental.’

Pretending not to hear it, she continued,

"Brother Jiang, I’ve invited you to help me identify some of the Imperial Gifts given to my father by the Emperor."

Chu Tianyi and Chu Zhaonan were taken aback, while several uncles and gentlemen of the Chu Family were also stunned.

"You’ve found the right person, Xin. I’m familiar with almost eighty to ninety percent of the procurement for the Imperial Palace."

Jiang Qing said with a beaming smile.

Apart from Purple Cloud Alchemy Hall, Jiang Qing controlled numerous businesses, and he had a close private relationship with the Emperor Longteng. He had a mental account of everything coming in and out of the Imperial Palace.

"Uncle, could you please lead the way?"

Xin Lin gave Chu Tianying a sidelong glance.

With rigid steps and a great reluctance, Chu Tianyi led the group forward.

Inside the main hall hung a landscape painting.

Before Xin Lin could speak, Jiang Qing smiled and said,

"This ’Tang Rhythm Mountains and Rivers’ painting is the work of the famous Chu Daozi, gifted to Young Master Chu by Emperor Longteng five years ago."

"Take it!"

Xin Lin waved her hand, and Ma Jingtian hurried forward to remove the painting.

Chu Tianyi’s breath caught in his throat.

After a few more steps,

Jiang Qing paused again.

"This Purple Sand Tai Sui Pot, one pot with six cups, was crafted by the renowned Wu Yong of Longteng Country, and a year ago, Young Master Chu found it appealing during his audience with the Emperor Longteng and got it from him."

"Take it."

Xin Lin motioned, and Ma Jingtian quickly stepped forward again, collecting the tea set.

In this manner, Jiang Qing would stop every three steps and pause every five, and after two hours, Ma Jingtian had already gathered several large boxes of antiques.

The faces of the Chu brothers had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and just seeing this was incredibly satisfying for Xin Lin.

"Does the Chu Mansion have a hidden treasure chamber?"

Xin Lin pondered.

"The items in the treasure chamber are untouchable; they are the ancestral heirlooms of the Chu Family."

Chu Tianyi said through gritted teeth, clearly implying that unless Old Master Chu passed away, Xin Lin shouldn’t even think of touching the items in the treasure chamber.

However, simply seeing the several large boxes behind Xin Lin, Chu Tianyi was already trembling with anger.

"Thank you for your efforts today, uncles. I would appreciate it if my second and third uncles could bring the house and land deeds to the residence at the far end of Xining Street in the next few days."

Having achieved her goal, Xin Lin thanked the elders and, without paying any heed to Chu Tianyi’s murderous glare, ordered Ma Jingtian to push a cart, took her ’Silly Chu’ father, and left the Chu Mansion.

As she stepped out of the Chu residence, Silly Chu hesitated.

Xin Lin patted Silly Chu’s hand, as if talking to herself but also comforting him,

"Daddy, we will come back."