I am the most inconspicuous little Dianshi in the Hou Mansion, managing a few bad books and feeding three skinny dogs.
The eldest lady wanted to break off the engagement, so I handed over the account book of my uncle-in-law's visit to a brothel; the second young master wanted to fight for property, so I dug out the old man's confusing account from twenty years ago. The Marquis said I was a good dog, and my wife rewarded me with two ingots of silver.
Until that night, I saw something I shouldn't have seen - the former prince who was supposed to die in prison was locked in the cellar of the Hou Mansion.
The Marquis handed over a glass of wine with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, after drinking this glass, you will still be a good Dianshi of the Marquis Mansion."
I picked up the wine glass without shaking my hands.
Because on the way here, I had already stuffed the copy of the secret account recording "the place where the prince was imprisoned" into the sedan chair of the Commander of the Imperial Guard.
A ninth-grade official managed to overthrow a century-old feudal lord, relying not on loyalty but on account books.
