Chen Xuan nodded, no wonder.
It involves the quota for the burial ground, no wonder those princes are competing for it.
After all, even as princes, they only have a few quotas in hand, and with so many people relying on them, it’s naturally not enough.
Now that this opportunity has arisen, they definitely won’t let it slip away so easily.
"So now no one knows who that person is?"
"Pretty much! But it’s just half a month, just wait."
Chen Xuan nodded.
But what he was concerned about wasn’t this, but why Emperor Yu suddenly increased the quota for the burial ground.
But is this really the last ti?
If that’s the case... then Qin Hong’s quota in hand still seems necessary to obtain.
There are ten years until the burial ground opens.
By then, the several won by his side would at least be at the Late-Stage Profound Realm, even the Dao Realm isn’t impossible.
There’s also Ning Long and Ning Feng, those two little guys.
If possible, he wants to bring them in too.
After all, Ning Xin has always wanted to rebuild the Ning Family, and they’ll still be needed for that in the future.
But, calculating this way, it’s not enough.
So he asked Qin Ying, "Do you still have any quota for the burial ground?"
"None!"
Qin Ying shook her head and explained, "I only had three quotas, you used one, and the other two I gave to my royal brother!"
"What?"
So the two quotas Qin Hong reserved for him were Qin Ying’s.
"Damn!"
Chen Xuan burst out a curse.
Qin Ying’s are essentially his, but in the end, Qin Hong is using his own stuff to win him over.
Such audacity.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Suddenly changing expressions startled Qin Ying.
"I want those two quotas of yours."
"Ah..."
Now it was Qin Ying’s turn to feel awkward, she had already promised them to Qin Hong, and to go back on her word now... after all, he’s her elder brother, and it’s tough to save face.
"Forget it, forget it!"
He was just too pissed off to think straight.
They’re siblings after all, and doing this is inappropriate.
But well...
"Then tell your brother, those two quotas are mine now."
He definitely wants those quotas, but he won’t do any favors.
In simple terms, it’s just returning things to the original owner.
"Isn’t this better?"
Qin Ying felt relieved imdiately.
Moreover, this way, Qin Hong would be even happier.
But she had no idea what little plan Chen Xuan was plotting in his mind.
...
At the Three Judicial Departnts.
Qin Ke has been terribly busy these days.
"Ah!"
He let out a long sigh, feeling quite frustrated.
After so long, it’s uncertain if the king of rMolan Mansion has been decided.
Only once it’s decided, the turn would co to the Three Judicial Departnts.
Recently, Zongzheng has also been in closed-door cultivation, ignoring all matters.
"What’s wrong, not in a good mood?"
Upon hearing this familiar voice, Qin Ke imdiately stood up and slightly bowed to Zongzheng, who entered the room, "Greetings, sir."
"Alright, no need for such formalities among ourselves."
Zongzheng smiled, then sat down before asking, "Worried about the Minister’s position?"
"Hehe, yes, sir!"
Qin Ke didn’t hide it.
To say he’s not worried would be a lie.
Being the Minister of the Three Judicial Departnts, it’s not just about power, but also wealth.
Lately, to help Zongzheng and his brothers handle those gray assets, he really worked hard.
And it truly scared him.
Ordinary silver taels amount to billions, not to ntion the rare treasures and great dicines, which are beyond valuation.
Zongzheng and his brothers have only held the position of the Minister of the Three Judicial Departnts for a few decades.
But the wealth... perhaps only the top families of rMolan Mansion can compare.
So of course Qin Ke wants to sit on it, more than ever.
Only soone like his master, so carefree, showing no interest in power and wealth.
He’s practically a saint.
He truly admires him, but... he really can’t do it.
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