BSI Chapter 49 Despicable Deeds
Chapter 49 Despicable Deeds
Batu's voice carried a hint of anger: "What do you mean? I've already had my sister get over ten thousand taels of silver from the manor, and she's already gambled it all away at Juxianju. What more do you want?"
"Not enough." Gao Mengyuan's voice suddenly turned cold. "What are a few hundred thousand taels? What the Crown Prince wants is not money."
"What do you want?"
"What I want is your relationship with Tenth Master," Gao Mengyuan said, emphasizing each word.
"Tenth Prince is a man close to Eighth Prince. Could you find out more about Eighth Prince's movements in the court?"
For example, who Eighth Master has met recently, what he said, and what his plans are.
These things are far more valuable to the Crown Prince than silver.
Yin'e clenched his fist.
Batu's voice carried a hint of hesitation: "I don't have much contact with this brother-in-law."
During the years he came to the grasslands, I said no more than ten sentences to him in total.
After he married my sister, I hardly ever saw him again.
You want me to get information out of him? That's difficult.
"Difficult?" Gao Mengyuan chuckled. "Young Master, you don't have much contact with the Tenth Prince. You can try to get to know him more often."
He's your brother-in-law, and you're the older brother. Isn't it only natural for you to go to him for drinks, chat, and catch up?
He won't suspect you. Besides...
He lowered his voice, his tone becoming even more sinister: "Isn't your sister already managing his accounts in the mansion?"
"Why don't you have her whisper sweet nothings in her ear? What information can't she get out of her?"
Yin'e's teeth were grinding together.
"The most important thing is still your father, the Prince." Gao Mengyuan's voice regained some gentleness.
"The Crown Prince has always valued the various Mongol tribes, especially the Urjingalap tribe."
"If you could persuade the Prince to make contact with other tribes and work together, you would certainly benefit from it when the Crown Prince ascends the throne."
Batu remained silent for a long time.
"As you know, my father has always been a man of peace and contentment, only wanting to protect his own little plot of land."
You want me to try and persuade him? There's no chance of that happening.
Gao Mengyuan's tone suddenly changed, becoming extremely cold.
"Does the young master mean he doesn't want to help the Crown Prince?"
Batu did not speak.
"The Crown Prince is so sincere, why do you still want this?" Gao Mengyuan's voice rose a few decibels.
"The Crown Prince will cover the losses you made."
The prince will find the longevity pills you drew for you.
The Crown Prince will pay for your expenses at Zuixianglou.
"Your Highness, there's no such thing as a free lunch. If you're unwilling to help, that's fine too..."
Yin'e heard the sound of the papers being unfolded, a rustling sound, like something being shaken open.
"Let's go by the IOU." Gao Mengyuan's voice was slow and deliberate. "Your various expenses at Juxianju, plus interest, compounded, now amount to... 230,000 taels."
It's all in black and white, with your signature and fingerprint; wherever you go, it'll be this price.
"Two hundred and thirty thousand?" Batu's voice suddenly rose. "How come it's so much? Didn't you say one hundred thousand last time?"
"Last time is last time, and this time is this time." Gao Mengyuan's voice was unhurried. "Your Highness, every stroke of your pen at Juxianju is recorded."
The IOU you signed clearly states this.
If the payment is overdue, interest will be calculated at 3% per month. How long has it been? Two hundred and thirty thousand, I even rounded it down for you.
The room remained quiet for a while, with only the occasional hawking sounds from the street drifting in.
Then, Yin'e heard a voice.
It was a rapid, heavy breathing sound.
The sound grew louder and more urgent, accompanied by the chattering of teeth.
"Your...Your Highness?" Gao Mengyuan's voice changed, carrying a hint of surprise and a touch of schadenfreude. "Are you...having your urge again?"
"Enough nonsense..." Batu's voice trailed off. "Give me the 'Longevity Ointment'..."
"Then what about the Crown Prince's matter..."
"I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you, okay?!" Batu practically roared, "I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"
I'll talk to my sister! I'll figure out a way to talk to my dad! Give me the things! Now! Right now!
Gao Mengyuan laughed.
"Why didn't you say so earlier, Your Highness? I've had the things prepared. Please sit here for a while, I'll be right back."
Footsteps sounded, the door opened and closed briefly, and then Gao Mengyuan's footsteps thumped down the stairs.
Batu was the only one left in the private room.
His breathing grew heavier and more rapid, mixed with the creaking of the chair as it moved, as if he were enduring immense pain.
Yin'e heard him stand up, sit down, and stand up again, his footsteps pacing back and forth in the room.
Then, a muffled thud, like a fist slamming onto the table.
"Damn it... damn it..."
Yin'e heard Batu's footsteps as he walked out of the private room.
Then came Gao Mengyuan's voice from a distance: "Your Highness, this way please. The things are ready. Please follow me..."
The two people's footsteps mingled as they went downstairs.
The room fell silent.
Yin'e sat there, motionless.
His face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing slightly.
Fuquan sat in the corner, his neck hunched, barely daring to breathe.
He didn't know what was wrong with the Tenth Master, but he could read four words from the Tenth Master's expression: something terrible had happened.
Yin'e closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
Yin'e had never been so angry before.
One reason is that the other party's methods were so damn despicable.
Setting traps, luring, threatening, and exploiting—such tactics are commonplace in that circle.
But you are the Crown Prince! The heir apparent of the nation!
The other one, he was angry with, was Batu.
He gambled, smoked opium, frequented brothels, and indulged in all forms of prostitution, gambling, and drugs.
Not only was he deeply in debt, but he was also being used as a pawn. He not only had to become the prince's servant, but he also had to drag his sister, brother-in-law, and the entire tribe down with him.
Despite this good-for-nothing, Ulan was still hesitant about whether to continue giving him money.
Yin'e opened his eyes, put "Overheard" back into his sleeve, and turned to look at Fuquan.
"Go after them now and confirm their location. Don't alert them, don't get close, and observe the location from a distance."
Fu Quan responded and stood up to run outside.
"Wait a minute." Yin'e called out to him, "Find Yin De and have him take a few men over after dark."
No matter what method you use, bring Batu back to me, and don't alert anyone.
Remember, capture them secretly; don't let anyone see.
Fuquan nodded vigorously and ran out in a flash.
Yin'e did not leave in a hurry.
He sat in the private room, poured himself a cup of the now-cold tea from the pot on the table, and took a sip.
He was thinking about what to do next.
He has to resolve this himself.
He must win a great victory this time. He not only needs to make good use of Batu and Gao Mengyuan, but also of Lao Ba and Lao Jiu.
To turn the tide against someone like the Crown Prince.
Yin'e lowered his head and walked quickly into the mansion.
He did not return to his study, but went straight to the backyard and headed towards his wife's courtyard.
It's time to lay the cards on the table.
He wanted to tell Ulan everything he had heard that day.