That evening, the Emperor was quite surprised to learn the reason why Zhao Han did not marry.

"I see. Perhaps Duke Yu is just too perfect, which is why he has such a shortcoming."

This explains why he dotes on his adopted daughter so much.

The Emperor was actually quite pleased that Zhao Han had destroyed the foundation of the dynasty.

Despite being the emperor, he felt inexplicably pressured when facing Zhao Han.

Judging from the results of various investigations, this person is even more mysterious and unpredictable.

If it weren't for his adopted daughter Zhao Qingyan, no one would know where to find his weakness.

How could one tolerate another snoring beside one's bed? As an emperor, he had an extraordinary sensitivity to danger, and to be honest, he was afraid of Zhao Han from the bottom of his heart.

If this were said out loud, absolutely no one would believe it.

It's a joke that an emperor would be afraid of a merchant, but it's true.

The emperor adopted a policy of appeasement towards Zhao Han, aiming to win him over rather than turn him into an enemy.

Including the results of previous investigations into the Zhao family,

After getting to know Zhao Han, this emperor also redefined his position.

It's speculated that the high-yield grain seeds the Zhao family was able to produce before might be directly related to that ethereal man.

Because of this misunderstanding, no matter what strange things Zhao Qingyan brought out in the future, no one suspected her. Everyone thought it was only natural that she had such a godfather.

"Yan'er, I miss you dearly and long for your return."

My cousin and her family of three, along with her uncle, went to the capital the day before yesterday. They hired a security escort agency to provide them with a journey.

If you are traveling urgently, it will take more than two months to reach Beijing. Yan'er can arrange for someone to meet you as appropriate.

Everything is fine at home, don't worry..."

After reading Xu Dongsheng's letter, Zhao Qingyan summoned Chang Yi.

"Young Miss, what are your orders for summoning me?" Chang Yi asked, bowing slightly.

"Yes, there are some things. My eldest cousin's family and their uncle have already set off for Beijing."

It should take about two months to reach the capital. I'll have to trouble Steward Chang to help with the reception then.

They arranged for them to stay in that two-courtyard house near the examination hall.

Inside, you only need to put in a doorman, a coachman, and outside, two old women who can do laundry and cook.

If my brother-in-law is fortunate enough to pass the imperial examination and stay in Beijing to take up a position, he can simply transfer ownership of the two-courtyard house if he wants to keep it.

The house price should be based on the price we paid.

We can't do business at a loss. If they don't have enough money, that's okay. We'll just collect the rent first.

Even between brothers, accounts should be kept clear; this way, the sisterly bond won't be damaged in the future...

Zhao Qingyan gave instructions one by one, and after Chang Yi wrote them down, she asked, "Miss, are we leaving the capital?"

Zhao Qingyan sighed.

"Yes, I've been away for quite a while now, I should go back. Otherwise, my grandma and the others will miss me."

Who knows how bitter Zhao Qingyan's last words must have been?

Seeing that Zhao Qingyan had no further instructions, Chang Yi went downstairs.

"I wonder if Master knows that Miss is going back to her hometown. Alas, if Miss leaves, won't Master be lonely again?"

Chang Yi was pondering this in his heart when Chang San called him back.

"Boss, the master wants us to come over."

Alright, upon entering, I found all the stewards of the Chang generation were there. Knowing that their master must have something important to announce, I quickly stood at attention respectfully.

"The main reason I called you here today is to inform you that, effective immediately, Huicui Pavilion will belong to my daughter, Zhao Qingyan."

From now on, she will be your mistress, understand?

The crowd below quickly knelt down and agreed.

"From now on, you must not forget your duties, serve the Huicui Pavilion well, and never bully the young new master."

The consequences are something you cannot afford; don't forget the solemn oath you swore.

As long as you work diligently for Huihui Pavilion, your contracts will be returned to you after twenty years.

Back then, your sons were still grandsons, and they could easily take the imperial examinations.

Do you understand?

As Zhao Han spoke, he unconsciously exerted a powerful aura, causing the crowd below to tremble.

After receiving a response, Zhao Han continued,

"In a few days, I will set off on a journey with your new master."

You should each perform your duties and manage the business well.

Your new masters will not skimp on the benefits you deserve. Remember, do not harbor any improper thoughts.

Everyone sang "Yes, sir!" and went out to do their work, but after they left, each of them had a large wet patch on their back.

This old master is truly formidable, and also truly terrifying.

Just now, they felt that if their old master didn't withdraw his oppressive aura, they would all be lying on the ground making pancakes by now.

Chang Yi, who had received Zhao Qingyan's instructions, felt that things were not so simple.

He knew better than anyone how much his new master valued family ties.

Yet this person, who values ​​family so much, left during the time his cousin was coming to Beijing. He certainly wouldn't have left unless something terrible had happened.

Especially since they had to take their old master with them when they left, it must mean that they were related to their old master.

Chang Yi had an idea, but he didn't dare ask anything. He was afraid of hearing a result he didn't want to hear.

While Xin Ying was eating meat, Zhao Qingyan wrote a letter back to Xu Dongsheng.

"Dongsheng, you are scheduled to return home in three days, accompanied by your godfather. There are matters to attend to during this time, and your return date is uncertain. Do not worry about me."

"When you are away from home, it is inconvenient to receive letters. After receiving this letter, please do not send another messenger, as it may be difficult to receive it..."

The letter was placed in a special bamboo tube, tied to the neck of a carrier hawk, and patted. The hawk flapped its wings and flew away.

Zhao Qingyan stood by the window, rubbed her temples, and sighed repeatedly.

Holding the fabric she had prepared beforehand, she slipped into the space and began sewing clothes for Zhao Han.

With its specific silk threads, colors, and patterns, if Zhao Qingyan still didn't know that Zhao Han's old-fashioned clothes were rigged, she'd be a complete idiot.

Now that he had made arrangements, Zhao Qingyan felt relieved and less heartbroken. After all, this father was a real "old codger."

What does it matter which time and space he's in, as long as he's alive?

Having come to terms with her situation, Zhao Qingyan became increasingly calm while embroidering, quickly entering a state of complete absorption.

If someone were watching from the sidelines, they would surely notice that Zhao Qingyan's hands moved so fast they left afterimages.

Before leaving the capital, Zhao Han and his daughter informed the Emperor and Empress, and each received a life-saving pill.

"This medicine can only be taken when life or death is at stake, and it can add twenty years to one's lifespan," Zhao Han instructed.

The emperor was astonished upon hearing this, exclaiming, "Such a miraculous medicine actually exists in the world?"

Zhao Han nodded, "If you believe, then it is true. I have come here to bid farewell to His Majesty."

My true self has been rejected by the Heavenly Dao here, and this parting will never be our last.

"May His Majesty treat his people kindly, recruit talented individuals widely, and heed advice often, so that His Majesty may ensure the dynasty's long-lasting prosperity."

After Zhao Han finished speaking, he left the Emperor's Hall of Diligent Governance.

When the emperor chased after him, wanting to ask whether "Qianqiu" referred to his lifespan or the time of the Divine Dragon Dynasty, Zhao Han was nowhere to be found.