The Overlord of the Red Mansion

Jia Rong hasn't attended court for a long time.

From autumn to winter.

It was already very cold outside in the coldest month of winter, and many places including the Holy Palace had already started using heating early on.

Jia Rong, who had not gone out for a long time, sat quietly on the roof at night, enjoying the cold wind.

"It's already the twelfth lunar month and it hasn't snowed yet."

Jia Rong was a little bored, and soon he stepped on empty air from the eaves of the building which was over 40 meters high, and his body tilted downward.

When his head was about to fall to the ground, Jia Rong pushed himself up with his hands, and his body directly climbed over the nearby flower beds and walls and stood on the outer road.

"Where should we go to have fun?"

Jia Rong was a little bored. After thinking carefully, he still couldn't think of where to go for fun.

Soon, a man was strolling on the road out of boredom, and as he walked, he saw a house that seemed to be glowing.

"on fire?"

Jia Rong walked over quickly and covered the distance of more than a hundred meters in a flash.

When we got to the roof and looked down, we found that there was no fire, but a stove burning in the house.

Jia Rong felt strange.

"What era is it now? Why are you still using traditional coal stoves for heating?"

In order to find out where this place was, Jia Rong quickly appeared at the main entrance.

In the howling cold wind and cold moon of the cold winter, I saw a few words on the door plaque.

Gongnulou

Jia Rong quickly remembered what this place was. It was where the female descendants of the Three Masters Case lived. There seemed to be five or six hundred people, big and small, who had been serving as a private singing and dancing troupe and slaves over the years.

The women here are not palace maids, but witches who will be beaten to death if they go out, so they have to serve in the palace for their entire lives.

If the Holy Emperor dies in the future, all women here, regardless of their age, will be buried alive with him. There will be no place for them outside, and they will not be allowed to have offspring.

"Now that you're here, come in and have some fun."

Jia Rong didn't feel so bored anymore and walked over quickly.

The doors here are sliding doors, and there should be guards to supervise these palace slaves and prevent them from escaping.

However, Jia Rong has trusted the people here over the years, and the guards had long been withdrawn.

When I opened the door, I saw a thick curtain. After I lifted the curtain, I saw a dark room with stuffy air and the smell of women's powder.

The room was woefully ill-lit, lit only by a few glowing kerosene lamps.

With the help of the quietly burning kerosene lamps and the moonlight filtering through the glass windows above, one could see the pitch-black cave entrances.

Jia Rong had a very good vision and could quickly see clearly the sleeping women lying in the dark caves.

In this pigeon-shaped building, which is actually a prison, there live five or six hundred women who belong only to Jia Rong.

“The living conditions are so poor…”

Jia Rong sighed with emotion. He usually only saw these people in Baicao Palace and didn't pay attention to where they slept.

Every time he summoned the members of the song and dance troupe, he would reward them with some food and drinks, and have people teach the children here to read and write, and also take good care of and protect their sons outside.

I felt I had done enough, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Jia Rong originally wanted to go in and play around, and just find a hole to go into, but after thinking it over he decided not to, as he really had no interest in it.

Soon Jia Rong left again, closed the door and went out to relax.

That night, the young Zong Zheng and his newly married nineteenth concubine died in the house.

[Zuo Aojun, the adopted daughter of the Crown Prince's Junior Tutor Zuo Gong, killed the bandits here! ]

Jia Rong imitated Lin Daiyu's calligraphy and wrote a few random bloody words.

For some reason, Jia Rong thought of Zong Zheng when he wanted to take action.

Although Jia Rong had no grudge against him and didn't care about his corruption, he naturally came over when his image popped up in his mind.

After solving these problems, Jia Rong quickly went home to sleep, and by the way, he set a fire to burn all the antique calligraphy and paintings worth millions of dollars of Zong Zheng.

***
The left prime minister was sleeping in the warm bedroom of his home with his beautiful concubine in his arms.

"Master!! Master!!"

Zuo Xiang quickly opened his eyes and stood up quickly when he heard the shouting outside again.

"whats the matter?"

At this time, the maid pressed the button and turned on the incandescent light in the room.

The room was as bright as day. As a government mansion, it was naturally equipped with the latest technological products.

The servant quickly shouted through the door: "Something happened at the home of Master Zongzheng, the remaining poison of the Third Master is out to kill again!"

Zuo Xiang was shocked, and then he was shocked and angry, "Why is there still some poison left? How much poison is left?!"

The remaining poison cannot be eliminated!

The servant quickly said, "This time it's not a man, but a woman. The bloody words she left behind say it's Zuo Aojun, the adopted daughter of Zuo Motou!"

"A woman?" Zuo Xiang was stunned for a moment, then he was suddenly startled and quickly climbed down from the bed, losing his balance and falling to the ground.

The concubine and the maidservant hurriedly shouted, "Master!"

The left prime minister didn't care about his own health and shouted quickly: "Prepare the car! Send someone to protect the emperor!"

Not only was the Left Prime Minister panicking, but the commander of the imperial guards of the Sacred Palace and the Imperial Palace, as well as the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Guard Corps were all worried about Jia Rong's safety.

The Zongzheng is dead, and what we need to worry about most now is the safety of the Holy Emperor.

The Minister of War who was on duty was waiting anxiously outside the Xuanwu Gate.

Soon the commander of the imperial guards came over with two others.

The Minister of War hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

The commander said, "Everything is normal in the Holy Palace, and there is nothing wrong with the Baicao Palace either. It's just that the emperor has been overworked in the past few days, and he is resting and recovering these two days. Unless the emperor allows, the other palace maids are not allowed to approach, and they must wait until dawn."

The Minister of War breathed a sigh of relief. Although he wanted to mobilize the Imperial Guards to protect the emperor, mobilizing the Imperial Guards without permission was a capital crime.

The imperial guards and many soldiers nearby were also waiting, not daring to act rashly.

This is the capital city, and it is near the Holy Palace. Unless one acts according to the rules, it would be considered disrespectful to bring an extra gun into the palace.

Everyone continued to wait, and around four or five o'clock, Jia Rong, wearing a dragon robe, came out of the Holy Palace.

This time they drove here. In addition to the female driver and Shangguan Wan'er who was responsible for record keeping, they also brought two palace maids to warm their hands.

When everyone saw Jia Rong's car coming, they quickly knelt on the ground.

"Welcome to His Majesty! Long live the Holy Emperor!"

Everyone lowered their heads and dared not look up. They were not women and could not look directly at Jia Rong.

Jia Rong lowered the window halfway and sat on the special sofa-like seat in the back row, leaning against the beauty's chest.

"I will go and see it myself. You should go there quickly and expel the irrelevant people."

The Minister of War originally wanted to persuade Jia Rong not to take risks, but he quickly remembered that this was not an ordinary person.

It’s the Holy Emperor!
"The minister obeys the order!"

Jia Rong sat in the car looking at the Forbidden City at five or six in the morning, and suddenly felt bored again.

Zong Zheng's blood was shed in vain.

Jia Rong still felt very bored.

Even with my arms around two beautiful women, I still felt bored. It felt like there was no point at all.

Jia Rong sighed, "Boring."

Shangguan Wan'er said quickly, "Your Majesty, the assassin this time is the descendant of the evil master Zuo. I think the slaves in the Palace Slave Building must not be kept alive! For the sake of the country's safety, I beg Your Majesty to execute those slaves!"

After hearing this, Jia Rong thought of the women in the Palace Slave Tower again.

"It will take quite some time to clean up Zongzheng's place, let's go back to Gongnulou first."

"Yes!" The female driver felt a great sense of responsibility. "Your Majesty, there might be assassins hiding there. Should we let the Royal Guards capture them first?"

Shangguan Wan'er suggested, "I think we should cut off his limbs first, so that he won't get up and do something vicious again!"

Jia Rong looked at the woman with displeasure, then hugged her sister-in-law, and suddenly wanted to settle the score with his father.

But it’s almost dawn, and I’m too lazy to move.

It is actually possible to act during the day, but Jia Rong is a rule-abiding person. He has been acting at night over the years and has developed the habit of acting at night.

"There are little girls among those women."

Jia Rong knew that there were children in the palace slave house, and Shangguan Wan'er knew it too.

Shangguan Wan'er said righteously: "Only by completely killing those people can the world be in peace and stability. Otherwise, if we fail to make decisions, disasters will continue!"

"It is because of those lowly slaves that the natural disaster has not yet subsided. The bloodline of the civil and military officials and the Holy Emperor cannot be born in the capital. Those lowly slaves should have died long ago!"

Jia Rong's expression was very casual, "I have my own decision, don't make it for me."

Shangguan Wan'er then realized that she had lost her composure and hurriedly bowed her head and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I would never dare to do that!"

Jia Rong said nothing. "This is strange. If the devil's martial arts were so easy to practice, he would have conquered the country long ago. He wouldn't have been wiped out by the imperial army like a weed."

"At the beginning, the demon was extremely powerful, and even thousands of troops could not defeat him."

"Later, Zuo Luo's martial arts skills were not as strong. He always used guns to solve problems. It was obvious that he was afraid of me because he knew that I killed those thieves with a musket."

"Now there's another female assassin coming out."

"I don't believe this is a case of one person doing this. I think I am pretty good with the women in the Palace Slave Building, and I am known for being a good judge of people."

"There have been many corrupt officials in the court over the years, but none of them are foolish, treacherous, or intent on rebellion."

"It's not that I don't believe in them, it's that I believe in myself."

Jia Rong's words made the women in the car feel his strong confidence!

Soon Jia Rong arrived at the Palace Slave Building.

Although he did not bring the guards or any men with him, he did not order anyone to embarrass the women in the palace slave building.

However, the female guards of the Holy Palace quickly arrived outside the Palace Slave Building with rifles, swords, and shields.

Jia Rong did not give these orders; it was the female generals in charge of Nuanxiang Palace and other harem palaces who did this.

The defense of Baicao Palace is under the charge of a dedicated person, and the residences of the other concubines are also under the charge of dedicated people. These women have a certain degree of autonomy.

Jia Rong got off the car, and a group of guards quickly saluted with their weapons. All of them pointed their guns at the sky and simply bowed their heads in salute.

"Your Majesty!"

Jia Rong walked towards the Palace Slave Building and waved his hand, "Retreat, there's no need to guard this place."

The female general shouted anxiously: "Your Majesty! We can't stay here for long!"

Jia Rong smiled and said, "Don't worry, I am the son of destiny, how could I die at the hands of a woman?"

Jia Rong walked into the Palace Slave Building with a smile. At this time, all the women in the building were kneeling on the ground naked, trembling and not daring to resist.

Zeng Wan'er was so frightened that she kept shaking.

Zuo Motou’s adopted daughter appeared outside!
In the past, women were not killed because they were considered unaware of the threat. But now that female assassins have appeared, those women who were lucky enough to survive no longer have a chance to survive.

Everyone realized this and was too frightened to speak.

Jia Rong walked in and said gently, "Don't be afraid. I have already said that you are my palace slaves. Since you are my people, I will naturally not treat you as outsiders."

"Everyone, get up and put on your clothes. My Baicao Palace is very big, enough to accommodate another five or six hundred people. You can come back when the heating is installed here or the weather gets warmer."

"Get up and follow me. As long as I am here, no one will hurt you."

Zeng Wan'er and other women were extremely frightened when they heard Jia Rong's extremely domineering words. Their bodies and minds, which had already submitted to Jia Rong, were even more moved.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Long live the Holy Emperor!!"

Everyone quickly expressed their gratitude, crying and thanking the merciful Holy Emperor.

Jia Rong suddenly wanted to go into the cave and play for a while, but then he remembered that Zong Zheng was still waiting for him, so he felt that Zong Zheng's side was more important.

If you don't get through now, your blood will freeze.

Soon Jia Rong brought five or six hundred women into Baicao Palace and arranged more than ten rooms for these poor women.

Although the room is a bit crowded and we have to sleep on the floor, there is heating, a clean bathroom and bedding, and the atmosphere makes people feel safe.

Jia Rong looked at the young woman holding the child and randomly selected a few people.

"Practice your dancing and serving skills well. I have to go investigate Zong Zheng's cause of death. It's freezing outside. When you come back, you will take a bath with me."

After hearing this, Lily and other palace slaves excitedly agreed.

Soon Jia Rong went out to solve the problem and first went to the luxurious mansion of that bastard Zong Zheng.

Jia Rong searched Zong Zheng's bedroom carefully, his eyes sharp, not missing any suspicious traces.

This is the outsider's view. The six ministers, the left and right prime ministers, the female officials and several generals were all looking at Jia Rong and the bedroom of the Zong Zheng, looking for clues.

The room is luxuriously furnished with carved nanmu furniture, valuable calligraphy and paintings, and exquisite porcelain, all of which demonstrate the owner's wealth and power.

However, Jia Rong's attention was not attracted by these superficial splendors. His eyes wandered to every corner of the room and finally stopped on a huge mahogany bookshelf.

The bookshelf occupied an entire wall and was filled with ancient books and volumes. It seemed ordinary, but Jia Rong keenly noticed something unusual.

Jia Rong approached the bookshelf, reached out and gently stroked the spine of a book, and his fingertips touched a barely noticeable bulge.

I wanted to kick it away, but I held back.

Jia Rong pressed hard, and with a slight "click" sound, the bookshelf slowly opened to both sides, revealing a secret door.

When the Minister of Works saw this scene, he was terrified!

Someone from the Ministry of Works was definitely involved!

The others did not have as strong a professional sense as the Minister of Works, and they all looked nervously at the opened secret door.

The secret room behind the secret door was pitch black. Jia Rong took out a lighter from his pocket and walked in with the faint light.

The air in the secret room was stuffy, obviously it had not been ventilated for a long time.

As the firelight gradually illuminated the surroundings, Jia Rong's pupils suddenly contracted - the scene before him shocked him.

The secret room was filled with gold, silver and jewelry, which were dazzling and almost filled the entire space.

The gold bricks were neatly stacked in the corner of the wall, each of them engraved with an official seal, obviously they were treasures from the national treasury.

Piles of silver ingots glowed coldly in the firelight. There were so many of them that they were enough to support 10,000 concubines!
Jade, agate, pearls and other precious gems are scattered on the table, unsorted, but still emitting dazzling brilliance.

Bundles of silver bills were piled in wooden boxes. The amount was huge enough to make anyone excited.

"Although Zongzheng is an important official of the imperial court, his salary is limited. Where did all this money come from? Could it be that he was corrupt and abused his power to enrich himself?"

Jia Rong picked up a gold brick and smashed it to the ground angrily.

"If you don't kill them, they are all good officials. If you kill them, they are all corrupt officials!"

"A bunch of bastards!!" (End of this chapter)