Unable to bear it any longer, Yang Cai'e buried her head in Zhao Cheng's arms and burst into tears.
Zhao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and patted Yang Cai'e on the back.
He knew that Yang Cai'e had suppressed her hatred for too long. With no one to confide in, no one to listen, she only found it harder to let go.
History has proven countless times that every purge by the imperial court is accompanied by tragedy, as was the case with the Fengyuan massacre. The Yang family was certainly not the only one wrongfully killed that year, but whether it was the late emperor or Erzhuhua, the masterminds were already dead.
What Yang Cai'e truly wanted was not revenge, but peace of mind.
"Give me a big, healthy son," Zhao Cheng suddenly said. "A daughter would be fine too; actually, I prefer a daughter."
Yang Cai'e suddenly froze, raised her head and stared blankly at Zhao Cheng.
“I did something bad to Yuan Yun before, and I have this grudge against her family. Can you still accept me?”
"As long as you are honest and upright and have a clear conscience, Yuan Yun will not care about these things."
"Is she... really that good?"
"I can't speak for her," Zhao Cheng said with a smile. "Whether she's good or bad is for you to decide."
Yang Cai'e frowned and said, "But she also lied to me. She said she would arrange for me to be the first to enter the mansion, but then she arranged for Chunqin to be the first one for you."
"You silly girl, you're usually so smart, how could you be fooled by Yuan Yun?"
Zhao Cheng cupped Yang Cai'e's face and said, "Yuan Yun didn't lie to you. She also promised me that you could enter the manor. But since we're all family now, we can't keep secrets. Chunqin already belongs to the manor. If I take Chunqin as a concubine, how can there be any talk of her entering the manor?"
Yang Cai'e suddenly realized, and banged her head hard, saying, "I'm so stupid!"
"Honey, find a time to meet Yuan Yun, have a heart-to-heart talk with her, and then..."
Zhao Cheng put his arm around Yang Cai'e's waist and said, "Give me the baby first, and then I'll let you go out and develop your career with Mr. Pu!"
Wow!
A bucket of water was splashed out from the front door. Mr. Pu, holding the bucket, turned his head and glanced at Zhao Cheng.
"Huh? Boss, Bichang... are you two having an affair? Continue."
"Pah!" Zhao Cheng hugged Yang Cai'e's waist even tighter and said, "We're in a serious relationship!"
"Oh, oh, oh... I'm sorry to bother you!" Mr. Pu walked inside.
"Come back!"
Zhao Cheng glanced at Mr. Pu and noticed his extravagant attire, with feathers wrapped around him like a feather duster. He asked in surprise, "I remember you should still be in Shangyang County these past few days. Why are you back?"
“Master Tu is coming to Yanchuan in a few days. I saw that the activities in Shangyang County were not very interesting, so I came back early.”
"Master Tu? What's he doing in Yanchuan?"
"Nobody knows. But I know he's coming, so I've already contacted him. I'll get together with the Wine Immortal and promote our Immortal Wine."
“Excellent!” Zhao Cheng nodded and said, “Master Tu has a lot of influence. Let’s treat him to a high standard and cover the expenses.”
"Of course the expenses should be paid by the boss, otherwise I'll have to pay for them myself?"
"Hey! Bibi is still here, why are you talking so rudely? Don't you give me any face at all?"
"I stepped out the door and you caught me cheating on you two, and I haven't even blamed you for affecting my creative work yet!"
Mr. Pu pursed his lips and walked inside, muttering, "What bad luck!"
"That guy!" Zhao Cheng angrily raised his fist at Mr. Pu's retreating figure.
Yang Cai'e chuckled, a smile finally appearing on her face.
"It's better to talk about your troubles."
Zhao Cheng gave Yang Cai'e a bright smile and said, "You look beautiful when you smile. Promise me you won't always have a gloomy face, and you'll smile more happily!"
...
A restaurant in the north of Yanchuan City.
Mr. Pu and the Wine Immortal sat on either side of the octagonal table, while on the other side sat a slender man in a long robe. This man appeared to be around forty years old, and his height was much greater than that of Mr. Pu and the Wine Immortal, so he must also be extremely tall.
This is the renowned national champion, Master Tu.
The three sat upstairs, chatting and laughing, occasionally admiring the city view outside the window, all with smiles on their faces.
"This wine is truly excellent."
Master Tu gave the wine connoisseur a thumbs up and said, "But this wine is too strong; I'm afraid it's not suitable for heavy drinking."
The wine connoisseur said, "All wines are like water to me; I never get drunk."
"The Wine Immortal truly lives up to his name!" Master Tu laughed heartily.
Master Tu was actually being modest. They had been drinking for an hour, and neither he nor the Wine Immortal were very drunk. Only Mr. Pu's eyes were a little unfocused, which meant that he was obviously less able to hold his liquor.
Mr. Pu patted Master Tu on the shoulder, as if the two were already quite familiar, and said with a smile, "If Master Tu says it's good, then it really is good. Please help promote it more in the future!"
"The Wine Immortal never intended to sell his immortal wine; whether or not he advertises it is not important."
Master Tu looked at the Wine Immortal and said, "This is also what I don't understand. Such fine wine, why doesn't the Wine Immortal sell it to others? Putting aside such vulgar things as making money, sharing it would allow more people to enjoy it and also enhance your reputation. Why not do it?"
Mr. Pu laughed and said, "Master Tu is right. Such fine wine should certainly be shared with everyone in the world!"
The wine connoisseur was only interested in drinking, and Mr. Pu basically took care of the conversation.
"Oh?" Master Tu asked in confusion, "Does the Wine Immortal have plans to sell wine?"
The wine connoisseur nodded.
Master Tu immediately said, "This is a wonderful thing! To be honest, I have traveled all over the country and have friends everywhere. If you want to sell this immortal wine, you can cooperate with me!"
Mr. Pu glanced at the wine connoisseur, his mind clear despite the wine, and laughed, "Master Tu, have we already found a partner?"
Who are you looking for?
"Young Prime Minister".
"Could it be Zhao Cheng, the eldest son of the Right Chancellor and the current imperial son-in-law?"
"Exactly."
Mr. Pu explained, "The young prime minister has a deep friendship with us and is also buddies with Xiao Luomu of the Xiao family in Jingdong. Xiao Luomu recently started an Eastern Chamber of Commerce, and the young prime minister plans to use the Immortal Wine to cooperate with the Chamber of Commerce."
"I see..." Master Tu looked disappointed and sighed, "I arrived in Yanchuan a step too late and missed a great opportunity!"
Mr. Pu waved his long sleeves and laughed, "From now on, Master Tu's immortal wine will be plentiful!"
Master Tu bowed to the two men in succession, then drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, but the look in his eyes turned gloomy.
"I raise a toast to Master Tu."
Mr. Pu clinked his glasses together and said, "Therefore, I ask Master Tu to promote the Immortal Wine. I hope Master Tu will keep this in mind!"
"Of course, of course." Master Tu smiled slightly, glanced out the window, and said, "I can help you with this, but I also hope you can do me a favor."
"Oh? Master Tu, what is it? Please speak frankly."
“A friend from Yanchuan sent me a message saying that the author of ‘Yingyingying’ is in Yanchuan City. To be honest, I admire this painter’s skills very much and would like to get to know this fellow artist.”
Master Tu smiled and said, "Gentlemen, you are both leading figures in the Yanchuan art circle. Surely you can find this painter?"
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