The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Shi Anxia suddenly understood. It turned out that "I will come back when I am alive, and I will miss you forever when I die" was the oath that Cen Yuan left before returning to Liang State.

The road ahead is long and bumpy, and seizing power is a life-or-death struggle. Shi Anxia's heart ached.

She hid her tears, stood up and lit the candle on the table.

Deep in the candlelight, there is a tall figure of a man.

His eyes were so bright and sparkling with warmth.

She couldn't imagine how her pillow was soaked with tears the night before she left for Liang State; she couldn't imagine how he was willing to leave her side.

At this moment, although she still had no memory of him, she deduced a deeper bond than memory.

At the same time, Shi Anxia suddenly figured out why Cen Yuan dared to let thousands of people challenge the emperor "in my name".

He must be testing Emperor Mingde's character, because soon someone will reveal his identity as a Liang citizen.

Once it is confirmed that Cen Yuan is hiding in the north wing, he will be suspected of being a spy.

By then, not only he would be in danger, the Luo family of Youzhou would be in danger, as well as their Jian'an Marquis Mansion and the Huguo Duke Mansion. It was even possible that even Huang Wanqian and others would not be able to escape the bad luck.

Thinking of this, Shi Anxia shuddered all over.

This was the first time since her rebirth that she felt she had no control.

Fortunately, Cen Yuan is here.

If Emperor Mingde showed the slightest hesitation or dissatisfaction, Cen Yuan would crush the rumors in other ways and eliminate all doubts and signs first.

Shi Anxia took a breath, still feeling a lingering fear, "Emperor Mingde is very good, very good, very good."

Cen Yuan thought to himself, if Emperor Mingde knew that you said he was "very good", he would probably be so happy that he couldn't sleep all night.

But he had to admit, "Emperor Mingde is indeed very good."

There is a wise ruler in the Beiyi Mountains and Rivers. Only if this wise ruler lives long enough can he and Shi Anxia live a peaceful life.

Shi Anxia put the wooden dolls on the table into the dolls one by one, "So Emperor Mingde knows your true identity?" Otherwise, Cen Yuan would not have revealed the truth only after Emperor Mingde "disallowed" him to get married.

As expected, Cen Yuan smiled and said, "It's better to let him know, so that he won't be afraid that I will use his Western Shadow Guard."

Shi Anxia's eyebrows curved slightly, "You planted someone in his Western Shadow Guard?"

Cen Yuan nodded.

Shi Anxia felt a little sympathetic towards Emperor Mingde, "If I were him, I would be afraid too..."

The twilight grew darker. As the two were talking, Bei Hui came to report, "Captain of the Palace Guards, Lord Chen is here to visit. I have arranged for him to stay in the main hall."

Cen Yuan stood up and said, "I'll go take a look. Some things must be made clear."

Shi Anxia thought about it and asked tentatively, "Is it because... you owe the Chen family something that you indulge them like this?"

"I owe you my life." Cen Yuan gave her a reassuring look, "but I have paid back what I owe. I will not have any further dealings with the Chen family. But... Third Uncle Chen is a good guy, you will know when you meet him."

Finally, he added, "Uncle Chen's children are all good and sensible."

Shi Anxia would never generalize. For example, in the Duke of Huguo's Mansion, her grandfather was not a good person, but her uncle, aunt, and cousins ​​were all very good.

She just smiled and said, "I know."

In the main hall, Chen Jikang was sitting restlessly.

From afar, seeing Cen Yuan coming, he couldn't help but feel happy.

He knew that Yuan'er would not abandon him as his adoptive father.

Even though he didn't really raise him, how could the relationship between father and son be severed just like that?

Chen Jikang stood up and came forward, smiling, "Yuan'er!"

Cen Yuan's eyes were light, "Sit down, Uncle Chen."

Everything seemed to be the same as usual, yet there was a subtle sense of strangeness.

Chen Jikang took the initiative to mention, "Your aunt did not handle this matter well today. She did not consider your position."

Cen Yuan frowned and listened to him.

"Actually, I don't agree with your aunt's approach. You know, I have always treated you as my own son." Chen Jikang's eyes turned red as he spoke, "Yuan'er, you..."

Cen Yuan interrupted him, "Uncle Chen, I'm getting married."

"Get married! Yes, you are getting married, I know!" Chen Jikang responded quickly.

Cen Yuan said calmly, "I need silver."

Chen Jikang: “!!!”

The mood that had just been brewing was completely destroyed.

You can talk about anything, but talking about money will hurt feelings.

This adopted son never talked about money with him. He was always afraid that the Chen family would suffer losses, so he always gave him some good trading routes.

He never looks at the accounts and always says that the money should be put into the Chen family first.

As time went by, they mixed Cen Yuan's share into their own storeroom books. Where was Cen Yuan's money?

Even when the Marquis' Mansion was promising a marriage earlier, because the Luo family brought dozens of gifts to the Marquis' Mansion, their Chen family was not willing to be left behind and prepared many gifts to save face.

Later, Cen Yuan returned all the things they had given to the Chen family in the form of silver and gold. There was only more, no less.

It's really shocking that the adopted son, who never loved Yin Zi, suddenly asked about Yin Zi.

Chen Jikang's heart was pounding, and his face turned visibly ugly.

Cen Yuan ignored him and said, "Three years ago, we agreed that I would get 60% of the share of Su Cang Shipping. It was you, Uncle Chen, who proposed it at that time."

Chen Jikang: “!!!”

Sixty percent! Sixty-sixty-six! I was the one who proposed it, but but but, you didn’t say you wanted it either.

Chen Jikang forced a smile and said, "Yes!"

He didn't dare to offend his adopted son, because he was the God of Wealth! He had become accustomed to listening to the God of Wealth over the years.

He hits wherever he is pointed, never beats around the bush, never talks too much. It's like the God of Wealth telling him that there are too many powerful people in the capital, too many rules, and he told him not to make decisions on his own.

He reported everything to the God of Wealth. He was honest and took one step at a time.

Now, Chen Jikang felt that the God of Wealth was saying goodbye to him.

Just, very frightened!

Cen Yuan nodded and continued, "This year, the price of brocade, silk, and cotton will definitely not be the same as in previous years. The Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce will directly connect with you. This business is for you to do on your own, and I will not interfere in the future."

Chen Jikang couldn't hold it in any longer this time. "How can that be possible? Yuan'er! If you don't intervene, how can we, how can we continue this business?"

The Chen family's biggest business is weaving brocades, silks, satins, and cotton, which is very useful.

The reason why this business can be expanded is mainly due to its low cost.

The prices that the Chen family gets are always much lower than those of their peers, which gives them an absolute advantage.

In fact, the price is only on the surface; the deeper meaning is even more terrifying.

As long as Cen Yuan gave up on the Chen family's business, not only would the prices be high, but they would also not be able to get the newly released snow satin, tribute satin, and various soft gauze that the noble ladies loved the most.

Having money but not being able to get the goods is what merchants fear the most.

Chen Jikang was not stupid. He immediately thought that even if he got the goods, all the freight routes, both by water and land, were related to Cen Yuan.

Cen Yuan said, "After I get married, I will focus on my family and will no longer take care of these things. Uncle Chen, you will have to work harder in the future."

Chen Jikang's forehead was aching, "Yuan'er, stop joking."

Cen Yuan sighed, "I still need to pay the balance for my house at No. 9 Ruyi Street. Uncle Chen, when will you give me my 60% first, and then we can talk about the next thing."