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Chapter 111 Shared hatred and hatred
The second wife really went all out.

Liang Jiang understood that she had successfully taken over the Duke's mansion's assets and countered his moves, thus thwarting the second branch's plan to regain control of the Duke's mansion.

He was also examining old account books, which could very well lead to his second uncle losing everything and returning to a state of poverty.

The second wife was so enraged that, having exhausted all other options, she was even willing to destroy herself in the process.

In this way, at the very least, Master Liang can still keep the sum of money he embezzled.

If they were to use a few more tricks, even if they fell into poverty, the Duke's mansion's assets could still return to the second branch of the family.

No wonder Old Madam Fang came to cause trouble today. Liang Wenshi and Liang Su had been adding fuel to the fire, so they must have been prepared and conspired in advance.

They really don't even give themselves a moment to catch their breath.

Liang Jiang coldly looked at Liang Su and Old Madam Fang: "You keep saying that this is ill-gotten wealth, but do you have any evidence? Otherwise, it is a frame-up. Fang Chengxu was beaten three times by me for this back then, you should still remember that, right?"

"It's as clear as day!"

Grandma Fang scrambled to her feet: "When the City Lord of Fucheng bought houses and land in Fucheng, you were just a naive, immature girl. Where did you get the money? Give me a straight answer!"

Liang Jiang scoffed, “When I was six or seven years old, I started learning business from my third senior uncle. When I was ten, as part of the assessment, I took over Renhetang, which was given to me by my third senior uncle.”

With the help of my fellow disciples, I spent six or seven years developing and expanding this business, making a fortune throughout Chang'an. In my third master's eyes, this little bit of money was nothing more than child's play, insignificant and not worth your fuss.

"You're saying that Renhetang is yours now?"

Liang Jiang nodded: "That's right, I am the current owner of Renhetang."

The onlookers looked at each other in disbelief, all of them shocked.

A little girl, only ten years old, was able to turn an unknown little pharmacy into a big and powerful one, spreading throughout Chang'an in just a few years!

No wonder she has the financial strength to buy so much land and shops in Fucheng; these are businesses that can continuously generate profits and expand.

Then someone revealed a second shocking truth.

"Third Uncle, the third disciple of the Sage of Literature and Martial Arts of Yuhua Mountain, isn't that Lord Guanshan?"

"Are you talking about Lord Guan Shan, the foremost imperial merchant in Chang'an?"

"Who else could it be but him? He's incredibly wealthy, richer than a country. Once, when the Duke of Liang was on a campaign and supplies were running low, Lord Guanshan simply waved his hand and allocated two months' worth of provisions for 80,000 soldiers!"

“Yuhua Mountain is full of talented people. This Lord Guanshan is a business genius. Princess Heya follows him in business, and she has a smooth and successful career.”

"In that case, what the princess said is true."

“My brother works in the Duke’s fur workshop. I heard him say that this princess is indeed good at business. She is shrewd, capable, and has a strong hand. She is an expert.”

Grandma Fang never expected that public opinion would reverse so quickly.

She was filled with regret.

Living under someone else's roof these days, she understands better than anyone the hardship of being unable to make even a hero penny.

Therefore, her desire for money has soared to unprecedented heights.

Even though Liang Jiang, such a great god of wealth, had stepped into the house, he was blinded by his own greed and drove her out.

It's all Tong Zhao'er's fault. She seduced her own son, using sweet words to coax him. She gained a little but lost a lot, and offended Liang Jiang.

Otherwise, she would still be the pampered and domineering old lady of the Fang family.

Why are they now at the mercy of others, driven to desperation, and shamelessly coming to the Duke's mansion to seek death?
Liang Jiang glanced at the dumbfounded Old Madam Fang, her gaze growing even more ruthless.

"Your Fang family owes me, Liangjiang, more than seven thousand taels of silver. That was all hard-earned money, but you deceived me and made me help Fang Chengxu raise his mistress and illegitimate child. Your Fang family is sucking my blood! They used the money to marry his mistress and curry favor with the General's Mansion."

Therefore, I will not yield an inch, even if it's not about the money. Whoever can help the Duke's mansion recover this debt will receive a ten percent reward from the Duke's mansion.

The remainder will be donated to the military camp to support the families of soldiers who died in the war. The Duke's mansion will not retain a single penny.

"Fellow villagers, I, Liang Jiang, am a woman of my word!" Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar.

A generous reward will surely attract brave men; who wouldn't want to get over seven hundred taels of silver for free?

Become rich overnight and live a life of comfort and ease for the rest of your days.

Liang Jiang's move was undoubtedly a clever way of transferring her debts to all the people of the capital.

Everyone immediately felt a shared sense of righteous indignation, putting themselves in the shoes of the creditors, and were eager to get started.

Without a doubt, everyone agrees that there is no one left to pity Old Mrs. Fang.

"Paying back debts is a matter of course. The princess has already given your Fang family two months to be lenient. How can you be so self-righteous for not paying back your debts?"

"Exactly, your Fang family has corrupted this atmosphere. If everyone follows suit, who will dare to lend money to others in the future? Giving sincere hearts to dogs, where is justice?"

"Give me back the money! Your new wife clearly has money, why don't you return it?"

"Your Fang family can owe the Duke's mansion money, but if anyone owes money to the families of fallen soldiers and refuses to pay, that is utterly insane."

"If they don't pay, we'll all grab ropes and hang ourselves in front of the Tong family's house! An eye for an eye!"

……

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation and high spirits.

Even Liang Su, who had always spoken up for Old Madam Fang, was criticized by everyone.

"Just now, the second young lady of the Duke's mansion was siding with outsiders, jumping around and criticizing the Princess. She seems to have a good relationship with the Fang family. Since you're so kind-hearted, are you willing to give some money to help the Fang family through this crisis?"

Seeing the situation deteriorate rapidly, Liang Su and Liang Wenshi had no face to stay here.

"This matter has nothing to do with us. We just couldn't stand it and spoke out for justice."

The two slunk back to their residence.

Grandma Fang also wanted to escape. She took two steps down the stairs, then remembered the rope. She turned around, pulled it down, pushed through the crowd, and fled in panic.

She still has a use for this rope!

All of this is thanks to Tong Zhao'er. If she hadn't held onto the money, I would have hanged myself in front of her door.

The crowd scattered, relentlessly chasing after Old Mrs. Fang, shouting "Give me back the money!" all the way to the Tong residence. This scene caused quite a stir in almost half of the capital.

Guan Qi, who was all smiles, was pushed out by the crowd and smiled brightly at Liang Jiang.

There were so many people around that Liang Jiang really didn't notice him.

Guanqi did not step forward to speak, but instead pointed to the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion opposite the Duke's Mansion.

Liang Jiang looked up. The curtains on the second floor facing the street were lowered. A gentle breeze lifted the curtains, and unexpectedly, she met a cold and deep gaze.

Gu Xizhi sat by the window on the second floor, holding a white porcelain teacup in her hand, and slightly raised her hand to Liang Jiang.

Sunlight streamed down, dancing on his hair, his fingertips, and his handsome profile.

Perhaps because of the dazzling sunlight, he squinted slightly, his eyes slightly upturned, adding a touch of languor and leisure to his otherwise refined and noble demeanor.

Liang Jiang was slightly taken aback.

He used to be in Beijing.

I thought he would return to his fiefdom in Weixi immediately after the talent show. I didn't expect him to have the leisure to stay here and enjoy tea.

Then, didn't he see the whole farce that just happened at the Duke's mansion?
Why did you deliberately invite Guan Qi to come? Is there something you need?

(End of this chapter)