Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 438: Murder and Silencing!

The next morning, Long Yue got out of bed in a disgruntled manner. The certain someone beside her was full of excitement, having been thoroughly satisfied last night, truly looking invigorated.

Long Yue gave him a sidelong glance full of disdain.

"Wife, let me help you get dressed,"

The man’s deep, hoarse voice sounded in her ear again. Long Yue shuddered instinctively, and pushed the rascal away, snapping, "Be careful, if the child hears, it won’t be good!"

Li Qingmu looked at her not-so-rounded belly and sighed, "They probably... can’t hear yet, right?"

Long Yue had a serious expression, starting her persuasive tactics: "You can’t be sure. Better to believe it’s possible. What if you end up corrupting our child, you fool?"

After a pause, Long Yue added, "If in the future, our son spends all day in brothels, or our daughter lacks propriety, then I’ll definitely come back and take it out on you!"

Li Qingmu was left speechless. This... can’t be blamed on me, can it?

But a wise man doesn’t suffer immediate losses. Women are inherently prone to unreasonable outbursts, even more so pregnant women. One must coax them, yes!

Li Qingmu quickly apologized.

Ignoring the man’s mutterings, Long Yue finished washing up and having breakfast, then left the house.

The spices she had were nearly used up; it was time to stock up again.

Xiangman Garden is the largest spice workshop in Shengjing City. They only sell finished spices, sachets, incense burners, and other related items.

Long Yue frequently visited the place. Before she was driven out of Shengjing City, she used to buy from here, though back then, it was the maids who bought on her behalf. Now, she preferred buying personally.

The Capital City had just gone through a huge case of treason. Even though it had been two months since the incident, people were still in a state of panic and had yet to recover from the fear.

Xiangman Garden was bustling with people, coming and going, but compared to before, the numbers had halved.

"Squeak—"

A cart slowly came to a stop. The driver jumped off the carriage, whistled, and immediately two workers came out to help with unloading the cargo.

"Shopkeeper, there’s quite a lot of rare spices this time. Just the plum blossoms include Beibing Mei from the Far North, Qian Li Xue from Longnan Qianren Mountain, Cang Yinghong from overseas Yingzhou... Roses include Qian Qiaomei from Xinan, embroidery ball from Shu, Beauty’s Tears..."

In one of the accounting rooms inside Xiangman Garden, the shopkeeper was calculating the business situation over the past few months. Business was down, and as the shopkeeper, he was worried.

The delivery man entered, holding a piece of red paper with a list of various spice names. After reading it out loud, he looked expectantly at the shopkeeper above.

The shopkeeper squeezed the brush in his hand and sighed, "Business has been pretty bad recently..."

The driver quickly plastered on a smile, "Shopkeeper, even if it’s bad, you can’t treat the nobility poorly. These items, each one is a treasure worth a lot, and those nobles have plenty of money; it won’t be a loss!"

The shopkeeper nodded, indeed, the top spices from his shop always sold out and were in great demand. Only the ordinary varieties saw fewer sales among the common people, leading to greater stock.

Moreover, the top-quality spices brought in more money!

This batch of goods would not incur a loss no matter what.

However, as a businessman, he always sought profit. He wanted to haggle to make a bit more profit!

"How much silver in total?"

"Shopkeeper, the total is five thousand five hundred seventy-two taels!"

"Oh, let’s round it up; it’s tough doing business these days. How about five thousand taels?"

"Oh dear, that’s five hundred seventy-two taels less, shopkeeper. We’re running a small business here, while you’re a big boss?"

Don’t cheat me, boss! You do such big business, you can’t cheat us hard-working folk!

The little driver looked pitifully at the shopkeeper, only to see him lean slightly back, one hand on the armrest, and the other gently tapping the table: "Hey, I have many suppliers..."

His implication was clear: if you don’t want to do this deal, someone else will.

The little driver instantly fell silent.

There were other spice shops in the Capital City, but only Xiangman Garden could pay so much in cash at once. Besides, wouldn’t other shops haggle too?

Haggling was a habitual action for businessmen; not being cut once in a transaction was nothing!

So, the driver gritted his teeth, "Fine! Five thousand taels it is, but I want the money now! And it has to be in fifty taels each!"

"Hmm, someone, go to the storeroom and get the silver note."

Dazhou had silver notes, but they weren’t in large denominations. They were issued in fifty taels, at most a hundred taels, and the fifty-tael notes could be taken freely. Exceeding this amount required a signature on the note, necessitating a personal visit to the bank.

Soon, someone brought a thick stack of silver notes.

Five thousand taels, fifty taels each, a total of one hundred silver notes.

The driver received the notes, counted and verified them, and after the transaction was settled, he left.

But as soon as he stepped out of Xiangman Garden, he immediately turned into an alley.

A shadowy figure suddenly appeared. When the driver saw him, he quickly approached, his face full of smiles: "Sir, everything has been handled. About that..."

Originally, it was agreed that as long as he sold that batch of goods to Xiangman Garden, he would not only receive the money for the goods, but they would also give him an extra thousand taels as a hardship fee.

This was a windfall no one could resist. The driver came from a small family-run spice business. After working so many years, he’d only accumulated a few hundred taels, not even enough to buy a large estate in Shengjing City.

Now, earning several thousand taels at once, it was understandable that he treated the man in black with such respect.

The man in black eyed him, saying, "It’s done? They took everything? Especially the plum spice, they must have taken it!"

"Yes, yes, sir, don’t joke. The goods were definitely given together; rest assured!"

"Good, then I am relieved!"

The man in black nodded slightly, squinting his eyes, looking quite pleased.

"So... about my pay..."

He looked up, his hands clasped together, looking very tense.

A thousand taels... he’d never get that in a lifetime. Actually, five thousand taels was already a lot, but who wouldn’t want more?

The man in black squinted his eyes, took out a stack from his coat, exactly twenty silver notes.

"This is your reward!"

The driver’s eyes lit up. He hurriedly received the notes, kowtowing in gratitude: "Thank you, sir, thank you very much. Sir, if there’s anything else in the future, just ask little... uh..."

The driver repeatedly thanked him, but suddenly felt a chill around his throat. When he looked up again, he saw the man in black holding a sharp dagger!

The dagger even had traces of fresh blood!

The driver stared at the dagger and the bloodstains, momentarily unable to comprehend. His mind was blank. When he finally realized, he found it was becoming extremely difficult to breathe.

He clutched his neck, feeling the warm blood. He looked at the black-clothed man with horror, pointing at him: "Uh, uh..."

He couldn’t utter a word for the longest time, only his pupils gradually dilated!

"Bang!"

The driver fell to the ground, eyes wide open in death!