The figure was welcomed in by the moonlight, and then disappeared into the soft silver light.

"Why did you agree to the deal with him? Are you afraid I won't be able to support you in the future?"

Fu Yuchi's tone was no longer as gentle as before; it was now aggressive and deliberately stiff.

He had long known that Sun Miao'er wanted to make a name for herself in Pingnan City, but there was always a voice in his heart that was going against him.

Especially when she was coveted by others, he even felt that such thoughts were justified. But after calming down, he repeatedly told himself that it was shameful to imprison a person, whether in body or soul.

Sun Miao'er didn't expect these words to come from Fu Yuchi's mouth, but she could clearly feel the faint anger emanating from him. "No."

"Then why did you agree? Tell me." He wasn't questioning her, but rather questioning himself. "Did you not trust me?"

This girl was resilient and decisive, like a bright light illuminating his long, dark night. Yet, she was also difficult to control, and he often couldn't get over the little things that didn't go his way.

Sun Miao'er looked up and saw a tall, slender man in front of her. Behind him hung the bright, dazzling moon.

There was a time when she thought she and he were not on the same path, and even the term "master" was just an unintentional remark by Grandma Sun. It wasn't until later, during the days they spent supporting each other and sharing hardships in Fushui Village, that she realized that "master" was not just a simple title.

Then, when he confessed his feelings to her, she went from initially finding it hard to accept it to eventually accepting it without even realizing it.

“Master will be the emperor’s tutor and a pillar of the nation in the future. Have you ever thought about what status I should have to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with you?” Sun Miao’er’s voice was clear and cold, even colder than the cold moon.

Without hesitation, he blurted out, "You are you, you don't need to become anyone else, you can be by my side, I couldn't ask for more."

“If Master thinks this way, what about others?” Sun Miao’er tried to tilt her head back, but she was still far from his level. “But others won’t think this way. The high-ranking families in the capital won’t, and neither will Master’s colleagues.”

“They would only look down on me because they think I’m a country girl.”

She was neither born with stunning beauty nor possessed any extraordinary looks; all she had was the money she earned through her own hard work.

Actually, she was also trying her best to get closer to him.

Fu Yuchi's heart trembled; she only realized her good intentions now.

"Miao'er." His tone suddenly softened. "It's not that I don't want you to do business, it's just that I'm afraid you can't outmaneuver someone like you did today."

Unable to outsmart her? While she might lack advantages in other areas, she has truly encountered few rivals when it comes to business and scheming.

"Master, don't worry, he's no match for me. Your disciple won't lose a single penny. Otherwise, wouldn't the reputation of a national teacher be ruined in the future?"

It's always the same: his temper flares up, but her sweet words quickly dissipate it, leaving him with no reason to stay angry.

That night, on the roof of the Listening to the Moon Pavilion in Duhuan Tower.

"Mr. Fu, why can't you come to Duhuan Tower to find me? Why do you have to trouble yourself to use the jade pigeon?" Hu Tingzhi was holding a fat pigeon in his hand. He was almost asleep, but the pigeon cooed him awake, which made him feel rather annoyed.

Fu Yuchi's gaze was fixed on the direction of the city. "Ji Changru, how much do you know?"

“Ji Changru of Yunmiao Manor?” Hu Tingzhi was taken aback. “Him? He’s a businessman with some ability.”

"What else?"

Hu Tingzhi honestly replied, "I grew up in Yingzhou. A few years ago, Yunmiao Manor became famous. Ji Changru made a big business out of it and even took over a manor in Huizhou. However, his business in Huizhou is not as good as his business in Yingzhou. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be the richest man in Yingzhou."

"You haven't investigated him?"

Ji Changru's words seemed to be reminding him from all angles that his ability to discern the horses of Kezhou was already quite remarkable.

"We checked, and this person has a clean background, started from scratch, and we really couldn't find anything."

“Investigate him again.” Fu Yuchi stood with his hands behind his back. “I have a clue about the drug man. You can send a letter to inform the prince.”

"In the cave of the Medicine House in Fushui Village, the Medicine Man is only in its early stages. I'm not sure how powerful it is. If you go there, bring a few more people with you, lest we all be wiped out."

Hu Tingzhi couldn't help but shudder in fright. "So terrifying?"

"Fine, if you don't dare to go, let the medicine man soak in there longer. Maybe the longer he soaks, the more obedient he will be."

The medicine man needs to be refined for at least eighty-one days to be considered initially complete; the longer he is in the poison, the more potent the toxicity.

Fu Yuchi originally only intended to use Wu Daji as a test subject, but unexpectedly, when he returned, Wu Daji did not turn into medicine like the previous ones, but instead survived.

The game's trajectory became increasingly convoluted, yet also more interesting.

The next morning, Yunmiao Manor sent an invitation. To show his sincerity, Ji Changru specially invited Sun Miao'er to a gathering at Xianwei Restaurant and specifically requested that Fu Yuchi accompany them.

As the manager of Yunmiao Manor, he was very generous and booked the entire Xianwei Restaurant right away.

Wherever Ji Changru goes, he always acts like he's rich and powerful, and he never hesitates to spend money.

"Manager Sun, are you satisfied with my sincerity?" Ji Changru reached out and pushed a wooden box forward.

Sun Miao'er moved the wooden box, inside which was a thick stack of silver notes.

"This is a 50,000 tael silver note." 50,000 taels seemed insignificant to Ji Changru.

Sun Miao'er tapped the wooden box. "Manager Ji brought so much; it seems you really aren't short of money."

"Didn't Manager Sun say that the more you pay, the more you earn?" Ji Changru smiled. "What, you're afraid to accept?"

Sun Miao'er pushed the wooden box in front of her, "How could I not dare to accept it? If Manager Ji dares to give it to me, I dare to accept it."

How could she not dare? Fifty thousand taels of silver—if she went back and told Old Lady Sun, Old Lady Sun probably couldn't even count it all.

Fifty thousand taels of silver notes are not heavy, but in Sun Miao'er's heart, they weigh as heavily as a small mountain.

"However, I have one condition," Ji Changru added, "Pingting Cloth Shop can do business, but it cannot cut off Yunmiao Manor's access."

Sun Miao'er understood his meaning: while ensuring Pingting Cloth Shop's profitability, Yunmiao Manor must not suffer losses; she would protect Yunmiao Manor's interests by any means necessary.

This is the downside of seeking investment from peers! She should have thought of this earlier, but with 50,000 silver notes in hand, these are all minor issues.

After all, who could resist the temptation of a major shareholder? Fifty thousand taels—she might not earn that much even if her small shop sold cloth for several years.

She was forced to make cloth before, but now that she has 50,000 yuan, why should she stick to one thing? Why can't she develop in multiple industries and achieve overall success?