After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

"It is safest to remember things in your heart and practice your skills like my younger sister does."

Song Yanzhou looked at his second brother with some dignity.

I have to say, this eldest brother is a bit biased.

He always supported and encouraged Song Mingli and treated him kindly.

As for my second younger brother, I used the stick to educate him and beat him if he didn't obey.

Be lenient to your younger sister and strict with your younger brother.

Fortunately, Song Yunqi was already tough. He winked at Song Mingli and said, "I'll go prepare the rabbit first!"

Song Yanzhou shook his head helplessly, "You are always so impetuous and can't be more steady."

Song Mingli smiled and said, "It's just that I have too little experience... When my second brother comes back from the northwest, things will definitely be very different now."

Song Yanzhou looked at Song Mingli in surprise...

He always has a strange feeling when facing his younger sister now.

He is obviously the eldest in the family.

But when facing my younger sister, I always have the illusion that everything is under her control and everything is dominated by her?

"You could stock up on the charcoal you mentioned."

Song Yanzhou continued the previous topic, "Because this summer is hot, and the Sitianjian predicts that this winter will also be a warm winter. The price of charcoal will not be too high.

"But if we organize two caravans to go northwest to collect furs and cotton, I'm afraid we won't have much money to buy charcoal, right?"

Song Mingli nodded. The Song family also had a large family to feed.

Moreover, after Dad got into trouble, a lot of the Song family’s assets were drained.

"Let me find a way to deal with this matter." Song Mingli said.

Song Yanzhou said nothing.

He just wondered secretly, his younger sister had such a hard time in the Gu family, what could she do?

Let him first take care of Yunqi's departure from Beijing, then he will try to help his sister.

"Let me see how much money the Song family can come up with for going to the northwest," said Song Yanzhou.

Song Mingli went to the courtyard where she lived before she got married and asked someone to prepare writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

She hadn't painted for a long time, but when she picked up the paintbrush again, a familiar and warm feeling spread from the tip of the brush to her heart.

Before she got married, she also loved painting...

It's a pity that later on, she was immersed in the mundane matters of daily life and how to make money for a living.

There is no longer the simple love that we had back then.

To her at that time, anything that could not make money or profit seemed to be a waste of time.

Song Mingli sighed softly. In this life, she must not lose herself or lose her original heart.

She wants to live according to her heart, bravely live out her own life, and live freely.

Song Mingli calmed himself and put pen to paper.

……

On the white rice paper, a strange flower blooms.

This flower is different from the flowers grown in the greenhouses of the imperial palace gardens.

It is not beautiful, but it is so white that it seems to have some kind of magical power.

The emperor stared at the clear and delicate "cotton" outlined by the brush on the imperial desk.

The emperor's gaze gradually moved to the lines of beautiful small characters below.

"Cotton is an annual woody plant, 1.5 to 4.5 feet tall...

The flowers are milky white, turning deep red shortly after blooming and then withering, leaving behind small green capsules called bolls.

When the cotton bolls are ripe, they split open, revealing soft fibers that can be used to make cloth.”

The emperor looked at the "cotton" again thoughtfully.

"So, this isn't a flower, this is what a cotton seed looks like after it cracks open?"

The emperor looked up hesitantly and looked at Song Yanzhou.

Song Yanzhou nodded, "I have never seen this thing before, but from what my younger sister described... it should be like this."

The emperor's expression became even more confused.

"You said, this is what your father wrote in the notebook he left for your sister..."

The emperor hesitated, seeming a little embarrassed to speak.

But after looking at the plump cotton, he still said solemnly, "The letter your father left for his daughter was originally his personal property.

“But if this thing is really so miraculous, if it can be introduced to Beili and planted on a large scale... it will definitely be a great help to future generations!

"So, Yanzhou might as well present this letter from your father... Don't worry, your sister will definitely not be left out of the reward."

"Alas..." Song Yanzhou sighed, lifted his robe and knelt on the ground.

The emperor frowned in displeasure, thinking that he was reluctant to part with it.

Just as he was about to blame him, he heard Song Yanzhou's voice with a slightly nasal tone.

"Dad's letters are not valuable. They are all written by him to my sister about the local customs and practices in different places. They are for my little daughter to read. They are not important, so I should present them to you!

"It's just that the notebook...is lost."

Song Yanzhou was filled with grief and regret, with a suppressed anger, "My brother-in-law smashed my sister's private storehouse and stole her dowry...

"Some things were recovered, but others could never be found again...

"Dad's notes are among the lost things."

Upon hearing this, the emperor widened his eyes and looked at Song Yanzhou in surprise.

“Smashed the woman’s storehouse and stole her dowry?!

"How could there be such a shameless person in our dynasty?! Who is your brother-in-law?"

“Your Majesty, it is the son of Marquis Changning, Gu Qingshan, Prince Gu.” Song Yanzhou nodded.

The emperor frowned and looked at Song Yanzhou, as if he was recalling the person he was talking about.

There are many powerful people in Kyoto, and the emperor cannot remember everyone, let alone the Changning Marquisate which has already declined.

After some thought, the emperor still had some impression of Marquis Changning.

"Marquis Changning was in poor health. His son knelt for three days in front of the general's mansion to ask for the daughter of the Song family... Is this true?"

"It's true." Song Yanzhou looked sad.

The emperor nodded, his eyes fell on the cotton outlined by Song Mingli, and he sighed softly, feeling quite regretful.

"When he proposed to me like that, it showed his sincerity. I didn't expect that times have changed and people's hearts have changed." The emperor sighed.

Song Yanzhou whispered, "It's also because we, as brothers, are useless and can't support our sister."

The emperor looked up at Song Yanzhou who was kneeling there.

Although these were words of self-blame, the emperor understood that he felt aggrieved.

If the imperial court had not deliberately neglected, alienated, and marginalized the Song family, the Changning Marquisate would never have dared to neglect and humiliate the daughter of the Song family in this way.

"Everything depends on human effort. You have been doing things in an orderly manner recently. You have made achievements but have not taken credit for them. It is really good for young people to have such a mentality." The emperor smiled slightly, "I will approve your request!

“Go back and tell your second brother to pack up, organize a caravan, and head to the northwest.

"In addition, I will send some agricultural workers to accompany him.

"If we can introduce this 'cotton' to Beili for planting, it will be considered as your brother's achievement!"

Song Yanzhou was overjoyed, but his face remained calm.

He showed no emotion and respectfully thanked the emperor for his great grace.

The emperor nodded with satisfaction and said, "Before the matter is completed, it is not advisable to make it public. Let them go as an ordinary caravan."

Song Yanzhou was even happier. He had originally planned to petition the emperor for this matter, but he didn't expect that the emperor had already thought of it.

Song Yanzhou took the order and left the palace.

Song Yunqi has been studying the method of nitrifying furs at home that his younger sister told him.

"This smells too bad..."

Song Yunqi fanned his nose with his hands and said, "I did it just as my sister told me. What's wrong with that?

"I wonder if Big Brother has any solution? Can you help me leave Beijing smoothly?

"If he can't do it, what else can I do?"

Song Yunqi muttered to himself and lost his focus involuntarily.

"Second Young Master! Second Young Master! It's ruined, it's ruined! This piece of rabbit skin is ruined!" the personal servant beside him shouted anxiously.