When it was time for dinner, the entire Song family appeared, but their eyes were red, clearly indicating that they had all had a good cry.
Even so, the dishes on the table were plentiful, showing how much they valued the two of them.
"Lord Xue... Miss Yun, when do you plan to leave?" After a few rounds of drinks, Song Shuyi asked reluctantly.
Yun Zhourong looked at Ji Minxiu. She was fine with anything; it mainly depended on his opinion.
Ji Minxiu thought for a moment and said, "You should also know about the sweet potatoes, right?"
Song Shuyi nodded, "I know."
"In Qiongzhou, the prefect should have already reported the matter of sweet potatoes to the emperor. If I'm not mistaken, the person who discovered the superior variety is probably Ruan Ruan. But if the sweet potatoes are transported from Qiongzhou, it will be too late."
Ji Minxiu took a sip of wine and said calmly, "Therefore, I need someone in the capital to promptly present sweet potatoes to the emperor."
"Since Miss Yun is here, isn't that perfect?" Song Shuyi said subconsciously.
“No, I am an exiled person and cannot leave Qiongzhou. To appear here would be a crime of deceiving the emperor,” Yun Zhourong shook his head and said.
"Oh right, I had forgotten about that."
Song Shuyi slapped his forehead, then quickly realized what was happening and pointed at himself, saying, "So, Lady Xue means you want me to go?"
Ji Minxiu nodded, "That's right. Although you weren't the one who discovered the superior seed, your hard work in bringing it back is definitely a great achievement. It's better to give this credit to you than to someone else."
"Thank you!" Song Shuyi's eyes welled up with tears, and he knelt down in front of Ji Minxiu.
He understood perfectly well how important this contribution was to the Song family now; it was like a timely rain!
"Alright, I'm doing this for the sake of the people of the Great Sheng Dynasty, not for you."
Ji Minxiu helped the man up and patted him on the shoulder. "The greatest merchants are those who serve the country and its people. A merchant who has the world and its people in his heart is a true Confucian merchant. I only hope that you can become a Confucian merchant who cares about the common people in the future."
"I will, and I will remember your teachings!" Song Shuyi solemnly promised.
"Thank you, sir!"
At this moment, Madam Song and Miss Song also toasted Ji Minxiu together to thank him for his help.
He was filled with gratitude. Fortunately, Song Shuyi had met such a benefactor; otherwise, the Song family would have faced a very difficult life.
"You're too kind," Ji Minxiu replied, returning the toast.
At this moment, Yun Zhouru handed the jade pendant she had found on the helicopter to Song Shuyi, saying, "This is what you left behind, and now it's back to its rightful owner."
"This is my father's jade pendant, thank you..."
Song Shuyi took it and, seeing the broken cord, couldn't help but tear up again. "It must be my father's blessing from heaven. If it weren't for this jade pendant, Lord Xue and the others wouldn't have come looking for us."
So, the conspiracy of those Song clan members has probably succeeded.
"Yes, it must be Father watching over us from heaven." Upon hearing this, Miss Song's eyes also welled up with tears.
The following day, Ji Minxiu and Yun Zhourong, led by the Song family's steward, strolled around Kyoto.
Song Shuyi was going to present superior seeds and had many things to do, so he couldn't be their guide. Yun Zhourong had spent most of her time hiding in her residence and didn't know much about the capital.
Therefore, it is most appropriate to have Butler Song take it with him.
In the following days, Ji Minxiu and Yun Zhourong traveled almost all over Kyoto, recording all the local customs, architecture, and decorative styles.
After these days of learning, he finally truly appreciated the wisdom and aesthetics of the ancients, and was filled with amazement.
Of course, he and Yun Zhourong took photos together everywhere.
Butler Song naturally became their personal photographer. Although he was shocked at first, he got used to it after a while. He was quite impressed by the magic of the phone, which could capture a person in a short time.
After finishing his tour of the last part of Kyoto, Ji Minxiu had a meeting at his company, so he went back first, saying he would come to see Yun Zhourong again in the evening.
Such things have happened frequently in the past few days. After all, Ji Minxiu also has things to do in the modern world; real CEOs are always very busy.
Yun Zhourong was used to it. After Ji Minxiu left, thinking that it was about time to return to Qiongzhou, she recalled the preferences of Madam Zhao and Old Madam Yun and bought them gifts.
She saw a jewelry shop and went in to pick some out.
"Miss, please keep watch for a moment, I need to use the restroom."
After looking around the shop to make sure it was safe, Steward Song stepped forward and said apologetically.
"Okay, you can go ahead if you're free."
Yun Zhourong had many things he could use to protect himself, so he wasn't afraid of being alone.
"Please don't leave, I'll be right back," Steward Song instructed again before hurrying off to the inner room.
Yun Zhourong was selecting items when a gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the door, opening her veil.
At that very moment, a middle-aged man in fine clothes who was passing by stared at her face and stood there dumbfounded.
"Your Majesty... what's wrong with you?"
Seeing the man in fine clothes' reaction, the servants beside him quickly asked what was wrong.
"It's...it really is so similar..."
However, the middle-aged man in fine clothes just stared intently in Yun Zhourong's direction, his eyes filled with excitement and nostalgia.
At this moment, the servant also looked at Yun Zhourong.
The continuous wind caused the curtains to flutter incessantly, and with just one glance, the servant's eyes widened in astonishment.
Her voice trembled slightly, "This person... looks so much like the late Empress, they're practically identical!"
"Don't you think so too? Don't you think so?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in fine clothes immediately said excitedly to his servant.
"Yes, it really looks just like her. If it weren't for the fact that this woman is obviously very young and the age doesn't match, I would have thought that the late emperor... the late mistress has come back to life," the servant quickly said.
"Perhaps...perhaps she is the reincarnation of Shuang'er?"
Upon hearing this, the richly dressed middle-aged man exclaimed excitedly and strode towards Yun Zhourong, "Yes, it must be that Shuang'er couldn't bear to leave me... and has come back to find me..."
"Your Majesty...Master Huang, please calm down..." Upon seeing this, the servants quickly shouted and hurried after them.
However, the middle-aged man in fine clothes seemed not to hear, and in two steps he was in front of Yun Zhourong, suddenly lifting her veil.
"ah…"
Yun Zhourong was startled and quickly went to pick up the fallen hat.
But the next moment, she was grabbed by the shoulder by the middle-aged man in fine clothes, his eyes lingering on her face, unwilling to look away.
"Sir, please have some self-respect!"
Suddenly being treated so lightly, Yun Zhourong was furious and immediately struggled.
But then, the middle-aged man in fine clothes suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms.
Her voice was choked with sobs, "Shuang'er... my Shuang'er, it really is you back. Do you know how much I've missed you all these years?"
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