Chapter 197 Old Wang's Stealing Diary

Chapter 197 Old Wang's Stealing Diary

"What?!"

Jiang Jiuzhe suddenly stood up, looking at her with a shocked expression: "Forging an imperial edict is a capital offense that punishes nine generations of one's family! Are you crazy?"

Jiang Shengan was also shocked and turned pale, waving his hands repeatedly: "No, no! This is absolutely not allowed!"

"I know this is extremely risky." Jiang Yutang met the two people's worried and angry gazes, but her tone was unusually calm.

"But the greater the risk, the higher the chance of success. The purpose of this forged imperial edict is to sow discord between the Gu family and the emperor, so that Gu Wenxiao will deliberately expose his true colors. As long as he falls for it, we can not only eliminate this hidden danger, but we may even be able to use the emperor's hand to uproot the Gu family's foundation and eliminate future troubles!"

Jiang Shengan still disagreed: "Now that Gu Wenxiao hasn't made a move, it's not worth taking such a big risk if we just keep dragging this out."

Jiang Jiuzhe's emotions gradually calmed down. He sat back in his chair, his brows furrowed as he looked at Jiang Yutang: "Are you confident you can get out of here unscathed?"

"have."

Jiang Yutang's eyes were full of confidence: "I will plan everything and handle the aftermath properly, and I will never let the Jiang family and the Cheng family get involved."

Jiang Jiuzhe looked at her quietly for a moment, seemingly judging whether her words were credible.

A brief silence fell over the living room, with only moths still fluttering around the solar-powered light overhead.

After a long silence, Jiang Jiuzhe sighed helplessly, "We certainly don't have any imperial handwriting in our home, but..."

Changing the subject, he looked up at the two of them and said, "Just because we don't have it doesn't mean others don't. Given Gu Wenxiao's personality, he would definitely have collected the emperor's calligraphy."

A glint of light flashed in Jiang Yutang's eyes.

That's right, how could she forget that! Gu Wenxiao loves to show off, and the emperor's calligraphy is his most precious asset, which he will definitely keep carefully.

The problem is, how can we obtain the emperor's handwriting without anyone noticing? And we must return it before Gu Wenxiao discovers it.

No matter how advanced modern technology is, it cannot create something without a reference point.

Just as Jiang Yutang was racking her brains, a thief broke into her house.

One evening, when Jiang Sumin was taking inventory of the storeroom, he discovered that some silver coins and a few ginseng roots were missing.

Upon learning this, Jiang Yutang immediately went to check the surveillance footage.

The thief was agile and skilled, clearly an expert, but he didn't steal much money, and it's unclear why.

As she watched the surveillance footage, she felt a surge of admiration.

If it weren't for the surveillance cameras, based on the few traces left at the scene, they would probably have had to accept their fate, but that gave them an idea.

Jiang Sumin was so angry that he wanted to report it to the authorities, but Jiang Yutang quickly stopped him.

"Don't report this to the authorities yet!" Jiang Yutang said excitedly, a glint in his eyes. "This might be a great opportunity! We can find this person and use him for our own purposes!"

Jiang Sumin was stunned for a moment, then raised his voice and questioned, "You're not trying to bribe someone to steal something for you, are you?"

Jiang Yutang shrugged and spread his hands: "Why not?"

Based on the thief's figure and escape direction captured in the surveillance footage, the person's whereabouts were quickly located.

At noon, the thief had just returned to his dilapidated courtyard when he saw four people standing at the door: Jiang Yutang and three guards.

He was startled and turned to run into the alley without saying a word.

But he had only run a few steps when he was stopped by three soldiers and quickly subdued.

The soldier escorted the thief to Jiang Yutang and said coldly, "Madam Cheng, the thief has been caught. According to the law, thieves should have their hands cut off as a warning to others!"

The man was pinned to the ground. He struggled for a moment before giving up, his lips pressed tightly together, his face pale. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

Jiang Yutang raised an eyebrow and looked at him with great interest.

I thought the other party would kneel down and beg for mercy, but I didn't expect him to accept his fate so calmly. He has backbone.

She crouched down to meet the man's gaze and asked softly, "Aren't you afraid? If you cut off my hands, my life will be completely ruined."

The man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with exhaustion and despair, yet he still spoke defiantly: "Since I dared to do that back then, I knew this day would come. I just didn't expect you to actually catch me."

Jiang Yutang laughed out loud and asked again, "Are you very confident in your kung fu?"

The man snorted coldly, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Jiang Yutang changed the subject, her tone softening slightly: "Why did you steal?"

The man was silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he said in a low voice, "My mother is seriously ill and needs money to buy medicine. I had no other choice but to resort to this."

Jiang Yutang nodded knowingly. Sure enough, there was a reason behind it; no wonder he only stole some silver and ginseng.

She curled her lips into a smile, leaned down, and whispered, "I'll give you a chance. If you're willing to do something for me, I'll not only hire the best doctor to save your mother, but I'll also give you a generous sum of money, enough for you and your son to live a comfortable life from now on."

The man's eyes flickered, and he asked warily, "You want me to help you steal something?"

"Smart!" Jiang Yutang clapped her hands, praising him without reservation.

But the man refused without hesitation: "Stealing is wrong. I had no choice but to do it to save my mother, and I already feel extremely guilty. I can choose to make a mistake, but I will never succumb to others and help them steal."

Jiang Yutang stared at him for a while, and seeing his resolute expression, she stopped smiling and asked directly, "Do you know Gu Wenxiao?"

The man frowned, trying to lift his head but was still pressed to the ground.

Jiang Yutang raised his chin, signaling the soldier to let go.

"I know. Ever since he arrived in Danzhou, he's caused a huge mess." The man dusted himself off and raised an eyebrow, asking, "You want to steal his?"

"No, it's a loan." Jiang Yutang smiled slyly. "I want to bring him down. I'm doing this for the sake of all the people of Danzhou. Think about it, what do you say?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and then he looked up at her.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long while before the man finally nodded: "Okay, I promise you. But I'll only help you this once. After it's done, I hope you can keep your promise and save my mother."

"It's a deal!" Jiang Yutang smiled and handed the other person a piece. "I, Jiang Yutang, never go back on my word. May I ask your surname?"

The man didn't take the handkerchief. Instead, he walked over and picked up the medicine packet that had fallen to the ground, saying coldly, "Just call me Old Wang."

After the matter was settled, Jiang Yutang deliberately timed Lao Wang's actions to coincide with the day before she traveled back in time.

This way, she would have enough time to make a copy and return the real imperial edict that very night.

In the dead of night, Jiang Yutang waited anxiously in the small shop. Until late at night, an inconspicuous carriage stopped at the back gate.

She stood up abruptly, strode forward, opened the door, and let Old Wang in.

Old Wang slipped into the room, closed the door behind him, took out a brocade box from his pocket, and handed it to Jiang Yutang.

Jiang Yutang took the brocade box, excitedly opened it, took out the imperial edict inside, and unfolded it to examine it closely.

On the bright yellow silk, the emperor's calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, and at the end was a bright red jade seal.

She couldn't help but mutter, "Second Brother was right. This guy actually carries the imperial edict with him everywhere he goes."

Old Wang glanced at the sky outside the window and urged, "Stop dawdling. If we need to return it, we have to hurry."