Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Ultimately, Qin Ye placed an order for five thousand portions because he knew that it was not much trouble, and he could gather them in a short time.

And indeed, it would not tire her out.

So he ordered a bit more.

Of course, although the amount of silver was not too much, it was agreed that it would be paid after a month.

Because the Think Tank had not yet returned the borrowed silver! He had to wait until the Think Tank returned before he could make the payment.

After all, with so many debts owed, his skin had thickened somewhat.

After the discussion was over, Qin Ye stayed for about another hour before he left.

Before he went, he wanted to express his feelings again, but seeing Rong Yan’s gaze and expression, he thought better of it and suppressed the urge, telling himself there would be plenty of time in the days to come.

He wasn’t in a hurry...

...what a fart!

He left on horseback, filled with reluctance.

That very night, Qin Ye sent fifty skilled guards to Rong Yan’s manor, and these men were given directly to her service.

That is to say, from that point onwards... these guards all recognized Rong Yan as their master, and they became entirely Rong Yan’s people.

As a result, Rong Yan delivered another batch of military supplies to the army half a month later.

However, this time the supplies were not donated, but provided at the lowest cost from the Space Supermarket.

It meant that Rong Yan did not make a single penny from them.

Considering the current grain prices, it was almost like buying one get one free, given that grain prices were generally high at the time.

Even the wholesale market prices could not match such low costs.

This meant that the soldiers in Qin Ye’s camp no longer had to worry about going hungry in the cold winter because of the court’s delayed military provisions.

The day the Think Tank returned, Qin Ye had just received a royal decree from Beijing.

He was very surprised... rather, he was utterly shocked, because the inept old Emperor had actually summoned him to the capital.

The Think Tank didn’t know what Prince Qin was thinking, but was glad to have returned in time.

"My lord, do you truly intend to return?"

The old Emperor had never been kind to his master, and for many years had blatantly shown his dislike.

What could it mean by summoning his master back now?

It was known that even though Prince Qin was the legitimate son of the late Empress, he was seventh in line.

With thirteen princes of the current Emperor, the most favored was Prince Eight, born from the current Empress’ successor.

Strength resided in the Eldest Imperial Prince, born to Noble Princess Consort Hao.

Anyway, the princes in the Imperial Palace of Beijing were vying fiercely with each other.

Prince Qin, who had an early title, was guarding the border... Due to the Emperor’s dislike, all the departments were withholding the military pay and rations of the troops led by Prince Qin.

Even when complaints were made, the Emperor wouldn’t care much.

So, Prince Qin, who should have been in luxury, became the poorest among the princes.

Now, for what reason did the Emperor summon his master to Beijing?

This was somewhat unreasonable.

Could it be that the old Emperor wanted to eliminate the most dangerous man before his favored future Emperor, taking advantage of his last critical moments at the end of his life?

Thinking about it, this possibility was very high.

"Go," Qin Ye said resolutely with a single word.

If he intended to take that position, then he definitely had to fight to take it back.

Originally, his plan was to secure things here and then lead his troops directly back to take back the capital... after all, the current court had made the people’s lives miserable.

Moreover, speaking of succession rights, he was the legitimate son of the late Empress and had every right to compete.

Hearing this firm and forceful word from his master, the Think Tank’s eyes sparkled.

Had his master come to a realization?

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Just as he was about to try and probe with a question, he heard his master change the subject, "How did things go on your end?"

The Think Tank immediately beamed with a smile, "My lord, your subordinate has not failed his mission, it was completed successfully, no, it should be said that it was completed with extra merit."