Wan Yulin was concerned about his money, so he definitely couldn't let it fall into the National Treasury and be taken by the Emperor.
Lu Yue shook his head,
"Not yet. The silver boxes we robbed only had the upper layer of real silver, and the lower layer was filled with rocks. I wonder where that old man Qin Feng hid the silver? He seemed to have predicted that someone would come to rob the silver?"
Wan Yulin's eagle-like eyes glinted with ferocity as he slammed his palm on the table,
"Order them to find out the whereabouts of the silver. I want Qin Feng to die from a carriage crash like his godson-in-law."
"Yes."
Lu Yue agreed and left the room. He wrote a secret letter and ordered the armored soldiers escorting Qin Feng to find out the whereabouts of the silver.
