One year after Emperor Renzong's death.
Mu Qianzhong changed the reign title to Yongchu.
That day.
He was still bent over his desk reviewing memorials, recalling the day Emperor Renzong fell seriously ill.
He knelt down with Mu Qianhan and his other brothers to listen to the imperial decree.
Emperor Renzong asked, "That year, at the seventh prince's twentieth birthday banquet, did you really see something?"
"Your subject dares not deceive Your Majesty."
"What did you all see? Boss, you go first."
The eldest prince looked at Emperor Renzong with shame and said, "Your subject is incompetent; I saw the gold."
"Ha, you're quite frank."
"Your subject has seen a beautiful woman."
"Your son..."
When it was Mu Qianzhong's turn, he hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and said, "Your subject deserves to die, for I saw the throne."
"Ha, humph! They truly deserve to die."
After much internal struggle, Mu Qianhan still insisted, "Your subject saw Father Emperor."
"Hehe, good, good!"
Emperor Renzong took a long breath before waving his hand.
The crowd withdrew and joined the ministers in guarding the outer hall. Several high-ranking officials went in, and after a moment, they came out and announced: "I am sixty years old and have reigned for thirty-one years... My fifth son, Qianzhong, is of noble character and deeply admires me. He will surely be able to inherit the throne. Therefore, he is hereby appointed to succeed me and ascend the throne as Emperor..."
Mu Qianzhong was stunned. He had become the emperor, he had really become the emperor.
At that moment, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
Even he himself couldn't figure out what made his father make the decision to make him the new emperor.
Was it a fleeting, drunken wish? Or was he truly a man of noble character? Or something else entirely?
This can no longer be verified.
He took a sip of peach blossom wine and then went back to reading the memorials.
The memorial was written by a high-ranking official in the court, requesting the emperor to continue to suppress commerce: merchants should not wear silk, should not enter the court to serve as officials, and those who make false declarations will have their property confiscated...
After careful consideration, Mu Qianzhong wrote in vermilion ink: "Your proposal is approved. The plan to be drafted by the Six Ministries shall be submitted again."
After making his decision, he took another sip of peach blossom wine.
The Princess of Chu's peach blossom wine is truly excellent; at least his hidden ailment hasn't recurred in recent years.
Fine wine!
...
Linghu Lan was furious when she saw Mu Qianzhong's policies that suppressed merchants.
In particular, hearing that the palace had ordered another batch of peach blossom wine made me feel even more like vomiting blood.
They drank her wine, yet restricted her from doing business.
Wow!
This emperor wants to ascend to heaven.
In a fit of anger, Linghu Lan rejected the order, replying, "The brewer has gone home to farm, and there will be no more imperial wines from now on."
The head eunuch hesitantly informed Mu Qianzhong.
Mu Qianzhong was speechless upon hearing this.
He then angrily went to review the memorials, thinking, "Fine, I won't drink it!"
Because of Mu Qianzhong's decree, Linghu Lan's business became increasingly difficult.
It was as if the new emperor had just ascended the throne, and she was transported back to the time before she transmigrated.
This was a harsh winter for the entire business community of the Great Jing Dynasty, and it dealt a severe blow to merchants.
The following spring.
Xu An brought news that the manager of one of their caravans had rescued a woman.
The woman was Gu Wan'er.
Linghu Lan was overjoyed to hear this, as it was the first good news after the cold winter. She desperately needed the heroine's help to change her luck.
"Does Gu Wan'er know that we were the ones who saved her?"
"The person in charge knew that the princess had a grudge against her, so he did not reveal his true identity. He only said that he was a businessman and happened to save her."
"Excellent!"
"Give Gu Wan'er money and let her go into business."
"Huh? How can this be done?"
“There’s nothing wrong with that, just give it to us. If we lose money, it’s on me. Sign a contract with Gu Wan’er. She’ll take 10% and we’ll take 90%. Sign it in the manager’s name, so we don’t expose it.”
Although Xu An did not understand why Linghu Lan did this, he still faithfully completed the task out of blind trust in Linghu Lan.
When Gu Wan'er heard the manager say that she would be given money to start a business, she burst into tears of joy.
He signed the 1:9 death contract without hesitation.
She has her own ideas. The hardest thing to earn in the world is the first pot of gold. Once she has enough capital, she can do whatever she wants.
From then on, Linghu Lan pioneered an unconventional way of making money by exploiting the female lead to work for her.
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