Zhao Changqing woke up on He Youyou's two-meter-wide bed, and his heart remained unsettled for a long time.
Having experienced He Youyou's life, he was absolutely certain that if one day she found a way to go home, she would run away without hesitation.
That must be a magical world that's hard to give up.
At Chenshi (7-9 AM), the two left the room.
The housekeeper suffered another heavy blow.
The master went into the mistress's room last night and stayed there all night. He didn't come out until early this morning, his clothes disheveled.
Zhao Changqing slept in He Youyou's bed for three consecutive days.
Every night was torture for him.
The closer the time of parting drew, the more tormented he became.
On the third day, we finally had no choice but to set off.
Outside the alley, a line of hundreds of people was waiting for him.
Zhao Wenqi cried out in a cacophony, "Auntie, where's my Zhao Xiaohua?"
"It's here, it's here. Someone's carrying it in the car behind. Zhao Xiaohua's food is also included, so don't worry, it won't go hungry."
"Auntie, where's my food?"
He Youyou took the bamboo basket from Qin Ming and showed it to him.
Inside were various small snacks that had been unpacked, such as cookies, and deep-fried sausages cut into small pieces.
Zhao Wenqi was finally satisfied.
The basket was shoved back into Qin Ming's hands.
He Youyou saw them out of the courtyard.
Zhao Changqing walked at the back, and was slow to get into the carriage.
"Youyou, you... stay in Jizhou. Don't wander off. Wait for me to come back... then we can talk again."
He Youyou hesitated and said, "That's hard to say. After Ah Li's autumn examination, we might go to the capital and won't stay in Jizhou City."
Before Zhao Changqing could say anything more, Steward Qian gave the Left Guard a wink.
The left guard understood and quickly urged them on.
"Sir, it's getting late. If we don't set off soon, we won't be able to reach the next inn before dark."
In the northern regions, which are sparsely populated and have few cities, officials traveling on official business rely on the post stations along the post roads for their food.
"Hurry up, it'll be noon soon if we don't go." He Youyou, being an impatient person, couldn't stand seeing others dawdle, so she helped urge them on.
Zhao Changqing gritted his teeth, turned around, and got into the carriage.
The carriage began to move slowly forward.
Zhao Wenqi leaned half his body out of the car window: "Auntie, come to Beijing to see me soon!"
"Alright, take care!"
A procession of over a hundred people marched out of the city in a grand procession.
The courtyard of the He residence returned to peace.
Cheng Erdang would occasionally come over for a visit, bringing some goods that Youruitang had recently brought back.
He Youyou stared at the exquisite ivory fan with its openwork carving in her hand, her jaw nearly dropping in astonishment.
"Minzhi, is it possible for our Youruitang to resell such valuable items?"
Ivory carvings, in He Youyou's time, would fetch millions at auction. If she could bring one home and keep it as a collection, wow…
Seeing that she liked it, Cheng Tingrui smiled and said, "The nobles in the capital like it, so we're preparing to send some goods to the capital."
Upon hearing this, He Youyou suddenly began to yearn for the capital city.
Where wealthy and powerful people congregate, that's where the money can be made.
At this point, she suddenly thought of something: "Minzhi, are housing prices in Beijing expensive?"
"Compared to Jizhou, it is more than ten times more expensive."
High population density leads to high housing prices. This has been the case since ancient times.
What about school district housing?
"School district housing?"
"Oh, I mean... the houses near the Imperial College."
"The Imperial College is not far from the capital. Houses there are expensive and mostly belong to high-ranking officials, so they are probably hard to come by."
He Youyou waved her ivory fan, her brows furrowed in thought.
It's not far from the capital...
At this moment, in the imperial city, the emperor was summoning the Grand Commander of the Youzhou Army in his study.
The eunuchs who were serving on either side were all dismissed.
The vast imperial study was now empty except for the two brothers.
Emperor Zhao Changheng held a scroll of imperial edict in one hand and Zhao Changqing's wrist in the other, beaming with joy.
"Your Majesty, I am so happy today. After months of fussing, we finally got those cabinet ministers to relent and agree to grant you the title of prince. Look, this is the edict they drafted."
Zhao Changqing remained silent, but there was no joy on his face.
The emperor assumed he was just trying to save face and was pretending to be calm, so he didn't think much of it and continued rambling.
"It's just that the title hasn't been decided yet. I specifically called you here today to discuss it together. Since ancient times, princes have been granted the title of 'King' with the character 'Jin' in their names. Among the seven Warring States, Jin was the most prestigious. My intention is to grant him the title of 'King of Jin,' but those old fogies are unwilling. They've been making a fuss these past few days, insisting that the title 'Jin' be reserved for Wenqi. I'm tired of listening to them argue, so I simply summoned you here. If you like it, I will write the edict on the spot. It will be a personal edict, issued immediately, and no one can stop me."
Zhao Changqing's gaze was solemn, and a very complicated expression appeared on his face, leaving him speechless.
"Brother, I..."
Seeing him like this, Zhao Changheng patted him on the shoulder.
He understands.
My brother is so touched.
Hey, what else is there to say between brothers?
This is his younger brother, his own brother, who has suffered for more than ten years. Now that he, as the older brother, has the opportunity and ability to make amends, it is only right that he does so.
There's no need to say anything about being moved or expressing gratitude.
It's enough to have it in your heart.
"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's what I should do. I finally got you back, and I want to give you the best of everything."
Thump—
Zhao Changqing's knees buckled, and he knelt down.
Zhao Changheng was startled and quickly reached out to pull him.
While pulling him, he muttered, "There's no need for kneeling down to express gratitude. We're like family."
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