C211 Detonation Countdown

Just as the Prince Gong's Mansion was in a mess, in Weng Tonghe and Weng's home's study, Qing Liu was sitting alone in his master's chair. On the desk in front of him was a messy pile of Xuan paper, on it were written words densely.

Master Weng's Mo Bao could be sold for a hundred silver in Capital City, which was exactly the money printing machine for living people