The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

During the hottest days of summer, the scorching sun hangs overhead.

The ground was so hot it was emitting white smoke, and the leaves on the crooked trees along the official road were curled up and drooping listlessly.

Outside the border of the Great Yan Kingdom, a carriage was slowly approaching, accompanied by the crisp sound of horses' hooves.

This is no ordinary carriage!

This was a carriage that nearly blinded the soldiers guarding the city.

The carriage, originally crafted from fine sandalwood and exuding understated luxury, is now covered in layers upon layers of shimmering pure gold foil.

Not only was the carriage gleaming with gold, but even the two Akhal-Teke horses pulling the carriage had exaggeratedly large, fist-sized red gold money trees on their foreheads.

With each turn of the carriage wheels, a dazzling golden light refracted in the sunlight.

This setup is like broadcasting four large characters frantically in all directions:

Foolish, rich!

Inside the carriage, Su Yaoyao leaned comfortably against the soft cushions, quite satisfied with her artistic transformation.

She wore a solid gold necklace that weighed a full three pounds.

The gold chain was as thick as a dog chain, clanging loudly as it walked.

She wore twelve emerald rings, each the size of a pigeon egg, on all ten of her fingers.

Opposite her, Su Zhen, the ruthless tyrant of the Great Yuan Kingdom, looked utterly despondent.

His eyes rolled back, he was breathing heavily, and sweat was streaming down his face.

"My...daughter..."

Su Zhen tugged at his tight collar, his voice trembling.

He was completely wrapped in an incredibly thick, shiny, and heavy Northeastern mink coat!

In this 35-degree heat, this mink coat is a walking torture device.

"Dad, calming your mind will cool you down. Don't move around, it will only make you hotter."

While waving a large palm-leaf fan with gold trim, Su Yaoyao leisurely popped an iced grape into her mouth.

Su Zhen was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, wiping the sweat from his chin.

"You think I want to wear this thing?! I feel like I'm about to be cooked through, ready to be served with a sprinkle of cumin!"

"You insist that we should pretend to be the biggest nouveau riche in the Great Yan Kingdom, and that a real nouveau riche wears fur in summer and exposes their waist in winter!"

Su Zhen was so hot that he felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if he was about to be steamed alive in the sweltering heat of summer.

"That's called capturing the essence of a person."

Su Yaoyao was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Think about it, Dad. We're multinational business tycoons now, walking money-printing machines."

"The border region of the Great Yan Kingdom is a desolate and treacherous place, full of ruthless bandits and shady inns."

"If we don't act like we're brain-dead, naive, and rich, why would those criminal gangs come knocking on our door for us to double-cross?"

Upon hearing the words "double-crossing," the tyrant father, who was on the verge of fainting from the heat, suddenly brightened up.

Even though his back was covered in heat rash, he had to swallow the heat.

"Remember, Father, once you cross that city gate, you will no longer be called Su Zhen. The Emperor of Dayuan Kingdom has already come on a private visit."

Su Yaoyao didn't forget to remind her father, who might draw his sword and kill someone at any moment.

"Your current alias is Qian Duoduo, and you are the distant cousin of the richest man in the Great Yan Kingdom."

"My name is Qian Baobao, and I am your most beloved spendthrift only daughter."

Su Zhen, fully immersed in the role, touched the fake beard stuck to his chin and nodded heavily.

"Got it, lots of money, little money baby."

"Come on! Let's go into the city! Today, your father will take you to do some profitable, low-risk business deals within the territory of the Great Yan Kingdom!"

A gleaming golden carriage, accompanied by the clear sound of bells, swaggered into the largest market town on the border of the Great Yan Dynasty.

This wretched place is a melting pot of all sorts of people; the streets are teeming with fugitives, disguised bandits, and shady innkeepers soliciting customers.

As soon as this mobile vault entered the city, the entire bustling street fell into dead silence.

A street vendor selling steamed buns dropped one of his buns on the ground.

The butcher sharpening his knife was so engrossed in his work that he forgot to move.

All eyes were fixed on the blindingly bright carriage, like hungry wolves that had been starving for ten days.

Even sitting in the car, Su Yaoyao could clearly hear the synchronized swallowing sounds coming from both sides of the street.

"Dad, the fish are starting to bite. Get ready to get into the game."

Su Yaoyao chuckled in a low voice.

The carriage swerved wildly through the streets before finally stopping in front of a luxurious three-story inn.

The inn was built in a very grand style, with two strings of large red lanterns hanging at the entrance and four large characters written on the signboard in a flamboyant style.

Dragon Gate Inn.

Su Yaoyao chuckled upon hearing the name. What a classic name for a shady business! It sounds like a century-old establishment, very professional.

In the lobby of the inn, the proprietress, who was idly calculating with her abacus, suddenly caught a glimpse of golden light outside the door.

The abacus in her hand fell to the counter with a thud, and her fox-like eyes widened in surprise.

She had been working her way up the border for ten years, running a shady business for ten years, and had never seen such a blatant display of wealth from a fat sheep!

This isn't a fat sheep, it's a mobile gold mine, a cash machine that God blindly sent to her!

The proprietress pursed her scarlet lips in front of the bronze mirror on the counter, and forced out a sweet, cloying smile with both hands.

She twisted her almost broken, slender waist and quickly went out to meet them.

"Oh my! Your presence is a great honor to our humble shop!"

The proprietress's face was covered in a thick layer of makeup. When she smiled, the white powder on her face fluttered off like a light snowfall.

Su Zhen was irritable from the heat, but he always kept his nouveau riche persona in mind.

He snorted coldly, deliberately raising his nostrils and looking at the proprietress with the eyes of someone looking at trash.

He casually pulled his sweltering mink coat tighter around his shoulders, letting out a disdainful snort.

"Does your run-down place even have the best rooms?"

"I have nothing but plenty of money! If you're not comfortable here, I'll tear this shady inn down right now!"

As Su Zhen spoke, he arrogantly reached into his sleeve and pulled out a ten-tael pure gold ingot.

He didn't even glance at it, casually tossing the gold ingot at the landlady's feet as if it were trash.

"Here's your reward, hurry up and lead the way for this old man!"

When the proprietress saw the gleaming gold ingots on the ground, her eyes turned into the shape of copper coins and emitted a green light.

He pounced on her like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey, and stuffed the gold ingot into his clothes at his chest.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, sir, we have the most luxurious room in town, number one!"

"I guarantee you two will have a very comfortable stay, so comfortable you won't want to leave... I mean, so comfortable you'll feel right at home!"

The proprietress was so excited that she became incoherent and almost blurted out what was on her mind.

Su Yaoyao quickly lifted her skirt and followed, the three-pound gold chain around her neck dazzling the landlady.

"Oh, Father, this inn looks barely acceptable. Let's make do here tonight!"

Su Yaoyao put on a spoiled, innocent, and naive act, clapping her hands happily.

The group followed the proprietress upstairs.

The proprietress walked at the front, bowing respectfully to lead the way while constantly uttering flattering and auspicious words.

But in reality, the hand she had behind her back was frantically giving coded hand signals to the staff in the lobby.

First, he raised his thumb and made a throat-cutting gesture on his own neck.

Then he pointed to the glittering golden carriage outside the door and gestured as if to say that everything had been taken away, leaving nothing behind.

The thugs disguised as waiters, serving tea and water, understood immediately and revealed cruel and greedy sneers in the shadows.

Su Yaoyao followed behind, seeing the proprietress's little tricks clearly.

She sighed helplessly in her heart, her inner thoughts exploding in Su Zhen's mind:

The proprietress's acting was terrible! Out of ten, I can only give her a two.

Couldn't you have been a little more discreet with your coded hand signals? Why do you have to hide them behind your back and make such a loud gesture? Are you trying to make sure everyone's blind and can see you?

[And those guys down there, they all looked fierce and menacing, their murderous aura almost blew the roof off the inn.]

[With such poor business skills, they dare to run a shady business? They have absolutely no professional ethics. They are a disgrace to the criminal underworld of the Great Yan Kingdom!]

Su Zhen, who was walking along wrapped in a mink coat, sweating profusely and with his head down, almost tripped and tumbled down the wooden stairs when he heard his daughter's sharp criticism.

He forced a straight expression, his lips twitching wildly.

The proprietress pushed open the door to the innermost room on the second floor, room number one.

"Distinguished guests, this is our best room. It's spacious and bright, and exceptionally quiet at night. Are you satisfied?"

Su Yaoyao walked in and took a look around. Looking at the old mahogany furniture, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, the place is big enough, which is convenient for activities at night." Su Yaoyao gave a meaningful, kind smile.

The landlady assumed this naive young lady was just praising the room's spaciousness, and her smile grew even brighter.

"Of course! You two must be thirsty after your long journey. I'll go to the kitchen right away and brew you a pot of the finest pre-Qingming Longjing tea!"

"Please don't be shy, this pot of tea is a welcome gift for you two!"

The landlady very attentively left the room, and thoughtfully closed the door for them.

The moment the door closed, the landlady's fawning smile vanished like a receding tide, replaced by an extremely vicious and ruthless expression.

She swayed her slender waist as she quickly walked down the stairs and plunged into the dark kitchen of the inn.

Several burly, menacing-looking fellows were already waiting impatiently, holding gleaming butcher knives in their hands.

"Boss, this is a super fat sheep that only comes along once every few centuries! When shall we make our move?"

A scarred man lowered his voice and excitedly licked his lips.

The proprietress gave a sinister smile and pulled out a crumpled brown paper package.

She carefully unwrapped the paper package, which was filled with fine white powder.

"What's the rush? That old guy has a very stable build, looks like a trained fighter. If we fight head-on, we might hurt our brothers."

The proprietress sneered and poured an entire packet of the supposedly deadly Ten-Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder, which was said to be able to kill a person instantly and even knock out an elephant, into the boiling teapot without any hesitation.

The white powder dissolved quickly in the tea, leaving no color, odor, or residue.

She put the lid on the teapot, her eyes flashing with a greedy and cruel glint: "Drink up, and I'll send you all to your deaths tonight!"