Using spatial teleportation, Mu Mianmian arrived at the Great Wei Imperial Treasury in the blink of an eye.
Most of the items confiscated from the Prince’s Manor had already been transferred there—still freshly deposited.
With a casual wave of her hand, Mu Mianmian emptied the entire treasury, sweeping everything into her spatial storage.
Next, she teleported to the Imperial Kitchen and cleared it out.Then came the Imperial Pharmacy, the tool storeroom, the embroidery workshop—every last item was taken while the night was deep and silent.
After that, she paid a visit to the Mu family.
“That jinx Prince Ye almost got us killed. Luckily Father and Mother were smart—otherwise I’d have been finished!” Mu Jiaojiao said smugly.
Not a single piece of her dowry had been given to Mu Mianmian.
Mu Mianmian alone had been carried into the Ye household.
“That’s because Miss is a lucky star. Mu Mianmian is nothing but a disaster star.”
“Exactly! All those betrothal gifts Prince Ye sent are mine now! One hundred thousand taels of silver! Ye Siming is such an idiot—rich and stupid. All he knows how to do is fight wars. Doesn’t he realize that too much merit invites suspicion from the throne? What’s the use of being so capable? Didn’t he still get his legs crippled? Hahaha!”
“A cripple thinks he’s worthy of marrying me? What a toad dreaming of eating swan meat.”
Master and servant chatted happily.
Mu Mianmian’s eyes darkened.
Without making a sound, she appeared in the Mu family storeroom and emptied it completely—dowries, betrothal gifts, everything.
After leaving the Mu residence, she recalled the expressions of those soldiers earlier. Someone was clearly pulling the strings behind the scenes.
From what she overheard in Lord Mu’s study, she suspected the Crown Prince—along with officials from the Ministry of War and others—were involved.
Whether it was true or not didn’t matter. She would just empty the Crown Prince’s residence and those officials’ mansions first.
She consecutively visited several lavish estates, not caring who they belonged to. Anyone eager for Ye Siming’s death couldn’t be a good person.
It was the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep, and treasury vaults weren’t opened often—no one noticed a thing.
……
Mu Mianmian soon teleported back.
In the night, a streak of red passed by, faintly glowing with silvery light—like starlight descending, like a god walking the mortal world.
Intermittent sobbing came from inside the room.
It seemed they hadn’t slept all night.
“Mianmian! You’re back!”
Seeing her, Mei Niang’s eyes instantly lit up. Overcome with emotion, she hurried over while holding her youngest son.
“Wuwu… Mianmian… I thought you weren’t coming back…”
She cried helplessly, then laughed again, overjoyed that Mu Mianmian hadn’t abandoned them.
Mu Mianmian gently covered her mouth. “Shh. Don’t cry.”
As she spoke, she took out food she had taken from the Imperial Kitchen—a roast chicken.
“You must be hungry. Eat something.”
“Wuwu… Mianmian, you’re amazing!”Mei Niang held her son, waving a chicken leg in one hand, her eyes full of admiration.“You’re just as amazing as A-Ye!”
“Mm. Eat,” Mu Mianmian said.
Finding her adorable, Mu Mianmian smiled and tore the chicken apart.
She gave large portions to everyone, handing the drumsticks to her mother-in-law and little brother-in-law, and a wing to her sister-in-law.
“Thank you…”
Ye Siyun’s stomach had been empty for a long time. She hadn’t expected Mu Mianmian to come back. As she ate the meat, tears streamed down her face.
“Thank you, Sister-in-law. How did you find chicken? Our kitchen doesn’t seem to have anything left!”
“Grandmother and the others took everything. They wouldn’t even give us a sip of water.”
There wasn’t much left in the kitchen—only leftovers. Today was Prince Ye’s wedding day, so there had been plenty of food and wine, but the soldiers had taken the wine, and much of the food hadn’t been touched.
The second and third branches refused to share, saying they needed supplies for the journey.
Her elder brother and father were both in that condition.
Her mother was a beautiful but simple-minded woman who couldn’t manage anything.
Her younger brother was still so small and needed care.
At best, she was the most capable among them.
But… even so, she couldn’t get any food when she went to ask.
If it weren’t for Mu Mianmian, they would have starved tonight.
The more Ye Siyun thought about it, the harder she cried.
“You went to ask them for food?” Mu Mianmian asked, handing her a waterskin.
Mei Niang and Xiao Jin were eating chicken happily.
They were starving—having food was enough to make them smile.
Ye Siyun wiped her tears and nodded. “Yes… we were so hungry… Xiao Jin kept crying.”
“Then eat quickly,” Mu Mianmian said, not explaining where the food came from.“They didn’t notice I left, did they?”
Ye Siyun shook her head. “No.”
Everyone else was busy hiding food and silver, too preoccupied to pay attention to her. There were guards outside—who would have thought she could leave at all?
“Good. After eating, get some sleep. Dawn is almost here. You’ll need your strength.”
The road ahead would not be easy.
The three of them finished one roast chicken and drank some water.
Once full, they huddled together and quickly fell asleep.
They were utterly exhausted.
Mu Mianmian didn’t rest. She still needed to treat Ye Siming’s leg.
Just as she was about to apply medicine, he opened his eyes.
“You—”
“Don’t move. You’re injured,” Mu Mianmian said calmly.“I’ll clean the wound first.”