Wealth

Ever since returning from Beiting, Xiao Fengchai had not received a single guest. That evening, Liuren Lane was at its liveliest, yet she ordered the maids and matrons to retire early.

Meng Mingshu paced back and forth in the reception room, glancing at his woman from time to time. In a voice full of fear and unease, he asked, "How is this possible? What are we going to do?"

Xiao Fengchai's face was as calm as still water. Things had reached this point, and even she found them difficult to handle. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. There were signs before, actually, but I didn't pay much attention. Once the Dragon King sent someone to tell me, I started to understand. When I went to visit him today, I scraped a little something off his forehead."

Meng Mingshu held out his right hand. A layer of white pigment clung to his index and middle fingers. He had shown it already, but still hadn't wiped it off; its color had faded even more.

"My father never wore makeup like that."

"The question is... who's behind it?"

"Golden Peng Fortress, it has to be Golden Peng Fortress. The Dragon King was right: Unrivaled King wants to swallow up all of the Meng Family's wealth. I'm afraid my two younger brothers are in grave danger, and even I..." Remembering that his most trusted bodyguard was from Golden Peng Fortress, Meng Mingshu shuddered.

Xiao Fengchai was much calmer than he was. "You've forgotten. Golden Peng Fortress isn't the only one skilled at disguise. Moonlight Hall and the Dragon King are experts at it too."

Meng Mingshu, who had thought everything was clear, grew uncertain again. "That's true, but this is Jade City. Golden Peng Fortress can make the wind and rain here."

"Heh. Haven't you