Fu Wen was flattered to hear that Leng Qingning wanted to open a shop with him. He believed that if the Fu family could do business with the young master, they would surely rise to a higher level.

"Your Highness, what kind of restaurant would you like to open? I happen to have a few shops in excellent locations."

After a moment's thought, Leng Qingning said, "Well, I'd like to open a poetry and literature restaurant first. The first floor will be the main hall, the second floor will be private rooms for dining, and the third floor will be open for people to compose poems."

"Any guest who comes to eat can go up to the third floor to observe. If they are talented, they can go upstairs to compose a poem, and the finished poem will be hung up for people to appreciate."

“Each person will be charged one or two poems as an entry fee, and a reward will be set up. Each month, the three best poems will be selected and rewarded with 300 taels, 200 taels, and 100 taels respectively. The poems will be removed the following month, and only the top three will be kept.”

Fu Wen thought the idea was so novel that he wondered why he couldn't come up with such a thing.

He hurriedly echoed, "Your Highness, your idea is absolutely brilliant! This will surely attract a large number of scholars and poets, and even those who are not scholars will want to come in and admire the poems."

He paused for a moment, then continued, “However, there’s no need to open up the third floor. I happen to own a restaurant. The first floor is the main hall, and the private rooms on the second and third floors are located on both sides after going up the stairs. The middle is suspended in the air, so you can overlook the main hall from the stairwell. We can copy the poems onto cloth scrolls, enlarge them, and hang them under the railings so that people in the main hall and upstairs can see them.”

Leng Qingning nodded: "Hmm~ That's very good. It's convenient for guests to see, and it's easy to understand at a glance."

"Then it's settled. I'll have someone deliver the silver notes for the restaurant to your residence shortly. You'll be in charge of the renovations, hiring staff, and advertising. Later, I'll also have some dishes to prepare; I'll write down the recipes and give them to you. We'll sign a contract, splitting the profits 40/60, with you getting 60%. How does that sound?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Wen hurriedly waved his hand, saying that this was unacceptable, as he had originally intended to give the restaurant directly to Leng Qingning.

Now that all that's needed is manpower and some renovations, who would dare take the lion's share? They proposed a 1:9 split, with Leng Qingning taking 9. After much back and forth, they finally reached an agreement.

Fu Wen would transfer the restaurant's land deed to Leng Qingning. The Fu family would handle the renovations, advertising, hiring chefs and managers, and would also be responsible for the subsequent purchasing, processing, and production. Leng Qingning would only be responsible for creating the menu, a 50/50 split.

Leng Qingning felt rather embarrassed. She had originally planned to buy the restaurant, add a menu, and take a four-point cut.

Now the restaurant has been given to her; all she has to do is list the menu and cooking methods, then she can be a hands-off manager and make money while lying down.

However, Fu Wen saw it as a win, as the quality of the dishes directly determined the restaurant's business. If the young king's dishes were good, the business would definitely boom.

Moreover, the fact that the Fu family could get in touch with the young king was extremely beneficial to them. Even if the royal merchants were rich, their status was not high, and they were often ostracized.

His family isn't short of money, but they lack a powerful backer like Leng Qingning. If he could, he'd be willing to work for Leng Qingning without taking a single penny.

After agreeing on the details of the division of labor, Fu Wen asked Leng Qingning to name the restaurant. Leng Qingning thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Yellow Crane Tower."

Everything was agreed upon. Fu Wen ordered a contract to be drafted, and the two signed their names and affixed their fingerprints. A pleasant collaboration!

The group of friends chatted in the private room for another half an hour before heading home.

Leng Qingning happily returned to Langya Mansion. Mo Shuang told her that His Majesty had sent someone to give instructions that the young prince of Lin Kingdom would arrive the next day, and that she did not need to go to school, but should go out of the city with the ministers to welcome him.

Leng Qingning: "My husband has finally arrived!"

December 15th, winter snow arrives.

Chen Shi Liu Ke

The pure white snowflakes silently covered Chang Le City, making the world pure and peaceful, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Outside Chang Le City, snowflakes gently fall, like delicate lines of poetry scattered from the sky, adorning the earth into a pure white painting.

Outside the city gate, everyone eagerly awaited.

Not far away, a group of people gradually approached from the wind and snow. Leng Qingning tightened her silver fox fur cloak and stared intently at the large procession ahead.

The procession stopped a short distance away, with the guards lined up in a row and the envoys standing on either side. The door of the largest carriage in the middle of the procession was gently pushed open from the inside, and a male attendant stepped out first, reaching out to gently help the person inside.

A tall, handsome man dressed in a white robe and silver fox fur cloak stepped down from the carriage and walked towards Leng Qingning's location.

Leng Qingning stared intently at him. The man approaching was dressed in pristine white, tall and imposing, exuding a noble and otherworldly aura, like a king descending to earth. His features were exquisitely handsome, as if sculpted by a knife! He seemed to possess an immense power that drew the attention of everyone who entered his path.

Snowflakes drifted down, landing on his hair and shoulders. The man walked slowly towards him, and in Leng Qingning's eyes, this scene was like a celestial being descending to earth.

Hidden beneath the silver fox cloak, the Azure Phoenix Divine Jade shimmered with an intense, dazzling white light, but vanished into the vast天地 (heaven and earth) in an instant, unnoticed by anyone.

Leng Qingning felt her breath catch in her throat, a tremendous surge of emotion welling up within her, her heart burning. This was the first time in twenty-five years that she had been so lost in thought.

She felt as if everything around her had stopped. When she looked at him, she felt as if she had fallen into a deep vortex, with no one around her except him.

As the person approached, all the ministers bowed in unison: "We, your subjects, greet the young lord. May the young lord enjoy boundless blessings and peace."

A deep, pleasant voice rang out: "Please rise."

Wen Yanche bowed deeply to Leng Qingning and said, "Yanche greets the young king."

Leng Qingning was stunned for a moment, and Biluo gently nudged her from behind.

She regained her composure and immediately put on a sweet smile: "Oh~ Young Master Wen, please rise. There's no need for such formalities. You must be tired from your journey. It was my fault for being impolite."

Just kidding, she'd never seen such an extremely handsome man before; it would be strange if she didn't rudely.

Not only her, but also the Left and Right Prime Ministers and other ministers were all staring at her without blinking.

Wen Yanche chuckled and said gently, "It's alright. It's windy in the snow. Your Highness, please get in the carriage and we can talk again in the palace."

Look at her, this husband is not only handsome but also kind-hearted; he knew how to cherish her the moment they met. Leng Qingning secretly smiled to herself.

"Alright, young master, please get in the carriage."

Leng Qingning followed behind Wen Yanche. After Wen Yanche got into the carriage, she was about to climb up with him when she saw Wen Yanche's male attendant reach out to close the door. Seeing her standing in front of the carriage, he didn't continue the action of closing the door.

Leng Qingning died instantly.

Biluo stumbled, almost bursting out laughing, thinking to herself, "Your Highness is a bit too hasty."

Leng Qingning rolled her eyes at Biluo, lowered her half-raised left leg, pretended nothing had happened, and reached out to close the car door for them. Then she walked back to her own car.

Once inside the car, Leng Qingning felt she had never been so humiliated in her life, and buried her head deep in the curtains…

Biluo laughed so hard her eyes disappeared, and Chaoxi pinched her hard to make her slightly restrain her laughter. Leng Qingning just wanted to find a hole to crawl into; she couldn't bear the embarrassment...