Normally, whether a prince goes to his fiefdom has nothing to do with ordinary people, but it's a different story among the nobility.
There are only so many princes, and any one of them with ambition wants to become the principal wife. No one wants to be overshadowed by someone else.
The Ninth Prince was originally the son of the Imperial Concubine, and he was a contender for the throne. He had always been the most desired husband for noble ladies, second only to the Crown Prince.
As a result, for reasons unknown, he requested to go to his fiefdom.
Going to a fiefdom means that one is destined to never attain a high position in this lifetime.
Any family with ambition would naturally not marry their daughter to a prince who has no chance of becoming emperor.
These noble ladies, who were determined to marry the Ninth Prince, were heartbroken.
In the past few days, the threshold of the Grand Tutor's mansion has been worn down by countless visitors, all hoping that the Grand Tutor could persuade the Ninth Prince not to be willful.
"I understand the purpose of your visit today."
However, the Ninth Prince has already made up his mind, and even I cannot change it.
Raising a child means worrying for ninety-nine years of your life, even if you live to be a hundred.
In my entire life, I have only one daughter, the Imperial Concubine, and only one grandson, the Ninth Prince.
I am also reluctant to see them go to their fiefdoms.
There is no turning back now.
Please leave, everyone.
The Grand Tutor had given the order to leave, so those who had come to persuade him could no longer say anything more.
Mu Qianqiu is furious.
"This brat, all those years of my careful training have turned out to be such an unambitious person."
And that brat, didn't she even try to persuade her?
"I knew it; he's got a rebellious streak. All my scheming over the years has been for nothing."
The Grand Tutor sat alone in the reception room until sunset, without asking anyone to light the lamps.
But it worried the whole family terribly.
Unfortunately, the old man was in a bad mood, and none of them dared to provoke him. Even the eldest son, who was the most favored, dared not go in and disturb him.
In the end, it was Mu Wan'er, who considered herself the one most favored by her grandfather, who cautiously entered the reception room.
"Oh, why is it so dark?"
Why hasn't anyone come to light the lamps yet? These lackeys all deserve a beating.
Mu Wan'er pretended not to know and said.
Grand Tutor Mu, who was deep in thought, was interrupted and looked up at his pretty granddaughter. Suddenly, the old man's eyes lit up.
"It's Wan'er! What brings you here? Is there something you need to see your grandfather?"
Mu Wan'er feigned surprise, using the candle that the maid had just lit.
"Oh, Grandpa, I knew you must be here."
It's already dark, time for dinner. Grandpa's not here, so Wan'er's come to look for him. Grandpa won't be angry that Wan'er disturbed him, will he?"
"How could that be? Of all Grandpa's children and grandchildren, Wan'er is the most filial. Wan'er, how old are you this year?"
The Grand Tutor asked.
Mu Wan'er feigned coquettishness.
"Grandpa doesn't even remember Wan'er's age anymore. Sigh, Grandpa doesn't love Wan'er anymore. Wan'er is already 16 this year."
Grand Tutor Mu stroked his beard. "She's 16 now. Good, good. Wan'er is a young lady now."
After the meal, he called his son to the study, but no one knows what they talked about.
It was only later that it was discovered that Mu Wan'er frequently appeared in places where the Fifth Prince was present.
The day finally arrived for the grand opening of all the boutique shops in the Huicui Pavilion. A row of shops simultaneously set off firecrackers and resounded with the noise of gongs and drums.
At the same time, a lion dance troupe was hired, making the whole street incredibly lively.
Zhao Qingyan sent invitations to every noble lady who had ever visited her home, especially to Princess Yanyue, for whom she received a specially made invitation with gold foil stamping.
That wasn't all; he also asked Han Xuri to send invitations to both the Emperor and Empress in the palace, though the two were invited separately.
This surprised the couple who received the invitation.
"The last time someone sent me an invitation was when I was a prince. Since I sat on the dragon throne, no one has sent me an invitation anymore."
"How novel!" the Emperor exclaimed, looking at the invitation repeatedly.
"Hehe, that's because everyone treats Uncle like an emperor, while my sister-in-law treats Uncle like an elder. As for whether Uncle should go in person, that depends on what's convenient for him."
"There's another one for Her Majesty the Empress. Uncle, do you think I should deliver it, or should I deliver it myself?"
Han Xuri asked.
The Emperor stretched his back, which had been stiff from sitting for so long, and said, "I'll go deliver it myself."
On the opening day of the Huicui Pavilion boutique, special guests were welcomed.
Sure enough, at the ribbon-cutting ceremony, Han Xuri stood to the side, while the Emperor and Empress stood in the center, with Yan Yue on the left and Zhao Han on the right.
Because the Emperor and Empress were present, noble ladies and some talented young men who wanted to gain favor with them...
Upon hearing the news, those who had already left home touched up their makeup in the car, while those who hadn't left went back to change into even prettier clothes.
Then quickly take a stroll through the boutique shops at Huicui Pavilion.
While we're at it, let's look for traces of the emperor and empress.
However, the emperor and empress were not people they could see whenever they wanted.
After browsing through the boutiques, the two were invited into the Huicui Pavilion.
After another tour, we finally stopped in the most luxurious private room in the Huicui Pavilion.
Looking at the interior furnishings and the glass in the windows, the emperor and empress expressed their envy.
After all, even the glass windows in the palace weren't this translucent.
So, regarding the issue of glass, Zhao Han and Zhao Qingyan gave the Emperor and Empress a chemistry lesson.
The final result was that Zhao Han provided the method for making glass, Han Xuri was responsible for production and sales, and finally they divided the spoils—or rather, the profits.
The emperor and empress each received 50%, Zhao Han received 30%, and Han Xuri received 20%.
All three parties were satisfied with this outcome.
Furthermore, the cement produced by Zhao Han inspired the emperor to consider its potential application in city wall construction.
Well, in the end, the emperor shamelessly used his status as the Duke of Yu to exchange for the right to use the cement at the border for free.
This is truly a risk-free business.
Naturally, the Duke of Yu also had the privilege of not having to kneel when meeting the Emperor and Empress.
Zhao Han smiled to himself, thinking, "If you're not afraid of death and you make me kneel before you, you'll be struck by lightning."
The Emperor and Empress were overjoyed to attend the opening ceremony of the Huicui Pavilion boutique shop today. This gave them another way to make money.
With the addition of sturdy cement, the border has become even more secure.
Why doesn't Mr. Zhao get married and have a child of his own?
This is something that has been troubling the Emperor.
Zhao Han laughed.
"Does Your Majesty believe in reincarnation? Qingyan was my daughter in my past life, and in this life, I've come to fulfill this father-daughter bond."
One sentence left the emperor speechless.
Although he had been using these methods to educate the people, he wasn't just using them to appease himself.
"Mr. Zhao, are you joking with me?" The Emperor's expression was not good.
Zhao Han laughed heartily, "The truth is always the hardest to believe."
Ah, who wouldn't want a wife who is devoted to them and stays with them until their hair turns white? But perhaps one must be destined for such a life.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com