Jiang Shuwan rubbed her face, trying to suppress the wide grin that stretched to her ears. The carriage had arrived at the Donglai Street Restaurant.

Looking at the incredibly luxurious street, Brother Nai couldn't help but recall the tragic state of Donglai Street under Song Yi's control.

Song Yi is a business prodigy, but he's no match for his young lady.

Auspicious purple clouds are coming from the east.

The current Donglai Street truly embodies this saying.

Extraordinary, making a fortune every day.

However, in just three days of business, not only did they earn a million taels of silver, but other merchants also made a fortune.

For three whole days, Donglai Street was bustling with people. Even now that it's dark, Donglai Street is still crowded with people, and the street is brightly lit, as bright as day.

"Miss, His Majesty is such a shrewd businessman! He even lifted the curfew while rewarding the army. Now we can make some money tonight."

After hearing Qingxing's words, Jiang Shuwan nodded.

The old emperor certainly had a knack for it.

She originally planned to send a few pieces of glass jewelry to the old emperor after the opening of Donglai Street. Whoever the old emperor bestowed them upon would then become a living advertisement for the shop.

The old emperor, on the other hand, started marketing before she even gave her a heads-up.

Those who can sit on the throne are indeed not simple people.

As Jiang Shuwan was thinking, she heard Song Yi's voice.

"Young Madam, the manager and the other owners are waiting for you."

As soon as Jiang Shuwan's carriage arrived, Song Yi came up to take the horse.

There are very few people in the entire business district who would ask Song Yi to lead their horse.

This time, however, he was pushed aside.

"Chairman Song, you've worked hard these days. Let me take over the job of leading the young mistress's horse."

“Master Zhang, you are already fifty years old, while the young mistress is only a few years old. How can an elder lead the horse for a junior? I am twenty years younger, so I will lead the horse for the young mistress.”

"Get lost! Aren't you afraid of scaring the young mistress with your ugly appearance? I'm handsome, I'll take her place!"

"Me, me, me too! I'm handsome, good-looking, and young..."

The people leading the horses were crammed together, big and small, old and young, and they almost got into a fight.

In the end, it was Jiang Shuwan who quelled the turmoil.

"Thank you, shopkeepers. There are too many people here, let's go inside and talk."

"Yes, yes, young mistress is right. Please go first, young mistress."

Everyone welcomed Jiang Shuwan inside like a star surrounded by the moon.

The private rooms on the second floor were booked out, with nearly a hundred people sitting around at ten tables, all of whom were merchants doing business on Donglai Street.

They used to have doubts about Jiang Shuwan, but now, looking at the bustling scene downstairs and the money they've earned in the past three days, they wish they could worship her like a god of wealth.

So they all went to toast her.

"Young Madam, tonight is our Donglai Street celebration banquet. Thank you for gracing us with your presence."

"Without the young mistress, none of us would be where we are today."

"Let's toast the young mistress."

The merchants were in high spirits, and Jiang Shuwan was also very happy today.

Donglai Street opened smoothly and made money; the old emperor even became a shareholder.

In this day and age, there is no more secure job than working for the emperor.

The key point is that she still owns the majority of the shares.

It felt so good!

"Come!"

"cheers!"

"Tonight, we'll drink until we drop."

All night long, Jiang Shuwan couldn't suppress the smile on her face. She drank every toast offered to her, and halfway through, she realized that Song Yi was gone.

Where is Chairman Song?

"They said they had to go home first because of some family matters."

"Is that so? Then let's ignore him and drink ours..."

As the saying goes, some are happy while others are sad. Jiang Shuwan was happy, but the Empress and Consort Gao were furious.

When General Sun delivered the silver, he made a point of mentioning the workshop's assassins.

The old emperor was so clever that he summoned the empress and Consort Gao and gave them a good talking-to.

Now look what happened! They didn't get to eat any mutton, and instead got themselves into a mess.

Throughout the entire palace banquet, the Empress and Consort Gao felt as if they were being tortured.

Song Yi was also feeling bad.

It was still that same secluded courtyard with its grand gates.

Song Yi knelt on a prayer mat, with only a small lamp lit in the room.

The light was dim, and with the screen in between, he couldn't see the expression on the other person's face clearly.

"Your Highness, it's all my fault."

"Both the Crown Prince and the First Prince want the Glass Workshop. With both sides attacking, I originally thought that the young mistress would not be able to withstand the pressure and would collapse. At that time, I would step in to save her from danger, and I would not have to worry about her not siding with His Highness. I did not expect that the young mistress would find another way to send money to His Majesty."

"In the decades that our Great Jing Dynasty has ruled, and even including the previous dynasty, I have never seen anyone give Your Majesty money."

"And they were sending them in boxes of gold and silver, making His Majesty green with envy."

"The Empress and Consort Gao were also reprimanded. From now on, I'm afraid no one will dare to touch the glass workshop."

"And then there's General Sun, who was lavishly rewarded by His Majesty at the banquet and was directly granted the title of First-Rank Loyal and Martial General. His Majesty's favor towards him is no less than that towards the Marquis's family."

"With the General's Mansion on the left and the Marquis's Mansion on the right, the young mistress is unstoppable, no matter who gets in her way."

"Your Highness, why don't we just confront the young mistress directly?"

"Your Highness has served the country and its people, guarding the borders everywhere, but because of His Majesty's prejudice, you are not appreciated. It was Your Highness who made great contributions in the Northern War, yet Your Highness did not receive any reward."

“Young mistress is a woman of great vision and extraordinary character. I do not believe that she would not choose you.”

Upon hearing Song Yi's words, the person in the darkness opposite him simply smiled faintly.

"The eldest brother is the eldest son, and the second brother is the legitimate son. Anyone who dares to dream of gaining merit by following the emperor chooses someone from among them to serve. Only this eldest daughter of the Jiang family keeps sending money to the emperor."

As the man spoke, he nodded his finger on the table, where several pages of paper clearly showed Jiang Shuwan's daily life, including her food, clothing, and shelter.

"Living happily in a small house in the Jiang family mansion is just as joyful as living in a large house in the Hou mansion."

"With so much money, all I do every day is eat, drink, and sleep in; I don't have any luxuries or hobbies whatsoever."

"Oh, wrong. She has a particular fondness for training her subordinates, and she has taught all her girls and boys to be outstanding. She wish she could be a hands-off manager."

"Do you think someone like that would be interested in the merit of supporting a new emperor?"

"Not to mention she's already wealthy enough."

Song Yi frowned anxiously, "High-ranking officials and generous salaries are tempting to everyone. I don't believe she has no weaknesses."

"It's not necessary to go to such lengths for a woman. Has Pei Yanzhi returned from his studies abroad?"

"He's back. Judging by the time, he's probably just arrived at the city gate. I specially sent someone to invite him, but the young master still refused."

"Brother, has the Crown Prince made any moves?"

"The study tour group included people from the eldest prince and the crown prince, who repeatedly tried to get close to the heir apparent under various pretexts, but the heir apparent remained indifferent."

"Old fox, not very old, but his temperament is just like his father's, he doesn't want to get involved with anyone."

The man in black behind the screen chuckled softly, then suddenly raised his voice, "How about we give him a gift?"

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