But now, the moment Ling Yu went, Grand Tutor Yi cooperated—and even had his students follow suit.
Th-this… was far too strange!
Ling Yu smiled faintly and said, “If Brother Wushuang is curious about that, perhaps you should think about how to persuade your father to cooperate. Our next stop is the Grand Commandant’s residence. Since the Grand Tutor has already cooperated, your father shouldn’t be an exception either, right?”
At this, Ji Wushuang’s face darkened, and he nearly spat at Ling Yu.
Why should my father cooperate with you?
Who do you think you are?
That old man was notoriously fierce—he wouldn’t even give me face. Why would he give face to someone like you, who’s practically a stranger?
Ji Wushuang let out a cold laugh and ignored Ling Yu.
Silently, he swore to himself: when his father made things difficult for Ling Yu later, he absolutely wouldn’t help.
—
After the group finished eating and arrived at the Grand Commandant’s residence, things unfolded just as Ji Wushuang had expected.
Grand Commandant Ji snorted disdainfully and completely ignored Ling Yu.
But Ling Yu calmly took out a letter and handed it over, saying it was from Grand Tutor Yi.
Grand Commandant Ji gave him a casual glance and opened the letter.
A moment later—
Bang! He slammed the table and barked, “Someone! Go to Madam and get eighty thousand taels in silver notes for Vice Minister Ling!”
Ji Wushuang, who had been gloating moments ago: ?
Everyone else: ?
Wait—what just happened?!
Before Ji Wushuang could even ask, his father exploded into curses:
“That damned Yi Heng! He actually said I refuse to repay my debts and have no shame—do I look like that kind of person?!”
Then, seeing the steward still standing there dumbfounded, he roared, “Why are you still standing there? Didn’t you hear what I said?!”
The steward jumped in fright and hurried off to fetch the silver notes.
When he returned, Grand Commandant Ji snatched them and threw them at Ling Yu.
“Take it and get lost! And tell that bald old donkey Yi Heng—I’ve paid it back, you hear me?! If he dares write poems insulting me, I’ll dig up his ancestors’ graves!”
“I’ll relay your message. Many thanks for your cooperation, Grand Commandant,” Ling Yu said, a faint smile flashing in his eyes as he caught the notes. “I won’t disturb you further. I’ll take my leave.”
“Go, go, go!” Grand Commandant Ji waved impatiently, though his heart was bleeding.
Eighty thousand taels!
Gone just like that!
He had long heard that Grand Tutor Yi was especially fond of this young man—but now it seemed it went far beyond mere fondness.
For his sake, the old man was even willing to write poems insulting others and post them publicly!
Damn it… absolutely shameless!
—
When Ling Yu stepped out of the residence, Ji Wushuang was already numb.
He truly hadn’t expected that Grand Tutor Yi would go this far for Ling Yu—completely discarding dignity.
At his age, still acting like a child, writing poems to insult people and using them as threats.
And the worst part?
The threat actually worked.
He didn’t even know what to say anymore.
In just half a day, they had recovered over two hundred thousand taels of silver!
Two hundred thousand!
Normally, when officials from the Ministry of Revenue tried to collect debts, getting even ten thousand taels would be considered impressive.
Ji Wushuang sighed and asked weakly, “Where to next?”
Ling Yu glanced at the sky. “It’s getting late. How about we continue tomorrow?”
“Fine. Your call. Since there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
“Thank you for your hard work, Brother Wushuang.”
“I’m just carrying out orders—nothing hard about it.”
Trying to set him up? Not a chance.
—
After parting ways with Ji Wushuang, Ling Yu headed back.
When he reached home, he didn’t go in immediately.
Instead, he looked across at the tightly shut residence of the Second Prince, a trace of cold darkness flashing in his eyes.
Only after a long moment did he step inside.
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