He sighed, stood up, and bowed respectfully to the three men. "On behalf of my mother, father, and grandmother, I thank you all for raising him into a talented, virtuous, and useful person. I also apologize for my rudeness earlier. Thank you, gentlemen. Please rest assured that he is a member of the Yongwang Mansion. We will definitely acknowledge him and will not hinder his ties with the Lin family."
Some people say that the kindness of raising someone is greater than the kindness of giving birth to them. She felt that she should find a second wife for her father, otherwise the old man would be too pitiful. He would live alone for decades, with long nights and no one to talk to. What fun would life have?
However, choosing a suitable candidate is difficult. In the capital, there are only a few families whose daughters are suitable to be the princess: the Qiu family, the Xie family, and the Yan family. None of them are very suitable. What if these families bully her father?
Zhao Shu began to worry. The three old men talked for a while, recounting some past events. In reality, they were just employees and didn't know much. For example, Fei Peng only knew part of Zhao Shu's story and nothing else.
If Fei Peng is like this, what about them? You should know that the reason they haven't been investigated all these years is simply because they are too ordinary.
When Huo Baichuan returned, he asked, "Have you ever thought about why they told you this instead of telling your father themselves?"
"I'm easy to talk to." Zhao Shu had also thought about this issue. After thinking it over, she realized that she was the one in charge of the Yongwang Mansion. These shrewd people could see that, to put it bluntly, Zhao Shu was the daughter that the Yongwang had raised. He would give her all the family property without hesitation.
Zhao Shu's position in his heart was not something that a son who appeared out of nowhere could occupy. To enter the Prince Yong's mansion, one must first obtain the consent of this precious daughter; otherwise, even if one entered, life would not be easy.
Other families may favor sons over daughters, but Prince Yong would not. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to produce a single son all these years. Some people may seem confused, but they are actually very clear-headed. There are a thousand ways to live for a thousand people. You may not like other people's ways of life, but you shouldn't easily judge them.
Prince Yong knew in his heart that if another child were born in the Prince Yong's mansion, Zhao Shu would not be able to receive all of the Empress Dowager's favor. He knew himself well; apart from his identity as Prince Yong, he had nothing else. Although he had forgotten many things for a while, he knew in his heart that others would not allow him to have anything else. His daughter had lost her mother, and if her grandmother did not love her, wouldn't that be too pitiful?
Suppressing the bittersweet emotions in her heart, Zhao Shu and Xiao Guozi disguised themselves as Zhou Hanyan's maids and returned to the capital. Huo Baichuan also left Luoyang, and his whereabouts were unknown. Although he was officially dead, his reforms did not stop because of the war and continued.
She returned to the capital without any obstacles, but instead of going back to the Prince Yong's residence, she stayed at the Sun family's house, not wanting anyone to know that she had returned to the capital.
Sun Yun looked her up and down, and found that apart from being thinner, she was unharmed. He was relieved. "You didn't come back to the capital because you heard that the Emperor had bestowed a marriage upon Marshal Wei, did you? Are you planning to steal the bride? I have a way."
Zhao Shu glanced at her, who seemed to thrive on chaos, dancing with excitement. She was puzzled, "So you've taken up banditry now?"
"You know me so well. Let me tell you, I recently opened another branch. Now the two branches are in competition, so no matter which branch others choose, the money is all mine." It seems she's been living a very comfortable life lately, and she couldn't stop smiling excitedly when she talked about money.
Zhao Shu pretended not to believe it, "I don't believe it. How much money can a gang make? They're just a bunch of hooligans."
“You don’t understand, do you? There’s a saying in the underworld: the righteous and the wicked. Now, I’m a legendary figure in both.” She slammed the ledger down in front of Zhao Shu. “Take a look at the ledger for the last three days.”
Zhao Shu flipped through the pages, her eyes widening. Good heavens! All her hard work making shampoo and face masks, all added up to a profit of only around ten million a year, while this person made fifty million in just three days. "Are you running a robbery business?"
"I have to thank you. Those beauties Fei Peng sent over are such good at selling themselves. Look, the third concubine of the Marquis of Huainan spent a thousand taels of silver to have my people expose all the bad things the fourth concubine has done. The fourth concubine then spent five thousand taels of silver to spread the word about the third concubine framing the first wife. Tsk tsk tsk, they're making so much money they're sick of it. You've never experienced anything like this before."
Zhao Shu grinned, then grabbed her hand. "I'm asking you something."
"Go ahead and ask."
Am I your best confidant and friend?
"What do you want to do?" Sun Yun covered her chest.
"Now that you've struck it rich, shouldn't you take me with you?" Zhao Shu grinned slyly, raising an eyebrow like a scoundrel, giving off a "if you don't agree, I'll die" vibe.
Sun Yun glanced at him and thought, "Well, he really has a talent for this line of work." "Alright, I'm not at ease with no one to share the profits right now. How about this, we split it 50/50. You take care of the legitimate business with your people from the royal palace, and I'll take care of the criminal business. Dominating the underworld in the future isn't out of the question..."
"What do you mean by dominating the bandits? You mean dominating the martial arts world, okay? Have some ambition." Zhao Shu said this while her eyes never left the account book. She saw that Yi De had spent 30 million and gained nothing. He had even angered Emperor Ming De to the point that he was still bedridden.
"Is the Emperor's illness any better?" At this moment, it is not appropriate for an emperor to pass away.
Sun Yun's face fell when he recalled Emperor Mingde's ill intentions. "Let it be. I've already sent someone to invite Physician Peng."
"His illness is psychological. Even if Physician Peng comes, he may not be able to cure it. Someone, call Xiao Zhu Zi here."
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