After becoming the eldest grandson of the Duke of Guo, he woke up and found that he had been pushed into the water.
Shen Lang thought he was getting the script of the prodigal son's counterattack, but when he opened the original owner's belongings, there was only a mysterious note:
"The things have been received. See you at the same place in three days."
Immediately afterwards, there was a chase outside the city, assassins in the middle of the night, and someone insisted on his death.
He finally found out the truth - there was a smuggling line hidden in the account book left by his grandfather. Whoever gets it can bring down the Duke's government.
Shen Lang smiled.
Want to kill me? Then I will destroy my own family first.
He sold off his property, dismissed his private soldiers, and rented a brothel to drink wine - he was defeated so spectacularly that the whole capital called him crazy.
But only he knew that what he lost was not his family, but the hilt of the knife hanging above his head.
Until one day, a man who called himself an "antique dealer" handed over a badge:
"Mr. Shen, His Majesty wants to see you."
In the imperial study room, the man in black uniform didn't even raise his head: "I heard that you are very good at spending money recently?"
Shen Lang knelt on the ground, his heart beating like thunder.
He finally understood that this situation was not something he could control from the beginning.
But what he didn't expect was that his grandmother would be pissed off.
The old man who had protected him since childhood only asked one question before he died:
"Our family... Can't be saved?"
Shen Lang held her hand and said with a smile: "Grandma, don't worry, you can keep it."
That night, my grandmother left.
From then on, everyone said that Young Master Shen had changed.
It became... Scary.
Some say he is crazy, some say he is stupid, only he knows.
