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

When Qi Liang heard the cough and saw Prince Jing's gloomy face, he realized that his gaze was too fiery and too presumptuous.

He quickly lowered his head, but his admiration for Song Mingli and his joy at meeting a soulmate increased instead of diminishing.

Such a great opportunity to make money is right in front of us, and not everyone can remain so calm and restrained.

She controlled 20% of the coal reserves in the capital, which actually allowed her to manipulate the price, increasing it ten to twenty times.

With such heavy snow, the roads are closed, which is a great opportunity.

But she doesn't only care about making money.

“Others are raising prices like crazy, but you’re not. Even if you sell in limited quantities, you’ll probably be envied by your peers.” Chu Yanchen said in a deep voice after sitting down.

The eagerness on Qi Liang's face could not help but subside a little, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will ask the shop assistants to pay more attention to it."

"If someone intends to do something bad, what use will the guys in your store be?" Chu Yanchen said again.

Qi Liang frowned slightly... This charcoal fire business was prepared before the princess married him. It was the princess's own business.

Why is Prince Jing now trying to interfere and take over other people's business?

Qi Liang remained silent, wondering whether Prince Jing was dissatisfied with him or liked to interfere in the princess' affairs?

"It's okay, I believe Qi Liang can handle it."

"I will assign a few guards to help you."

The couple spoke at the same time.

Qi Liang couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

While he was stunned, the couple looked at each other.

Chu Yanchen smiled and said, "He is just a guard, helping to look after the shop, not letting anyone come to cause trouble, and never interfering with the price of charcoal."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but let's see what Qi Liang says. Maybe he has a plan and doesn't need any external help." Song Mingli also smiled and looked at Qi Liang. "If you need Your Highness' help, just ask."

Chu Yanchen snorted, "I am not helping you. I am helping my own princess. You don't have to be polite to me."

Qi Liang wanted to laugh for a moment, laughing at himself for judging Prince Jing with a mean mind.

He was also happy that Song Mingli trusted him and... respected him.

She did not accept Prince Jing's advice directly, but instead sought his opinion and gave him the power to make the decision.

He positioned himself as Song Mingli's chief manager.

But Song Mingli, who helped him in times of crisis, never treated him as a shopkeeper, but as an equal partner.

Qi Liang was filled with enthusiasm to be valued by her so much.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. Qi has made preparations."

"It would be best if they don't come to cause trouble. Even if they do, Qi is not afraid."

Qi Liang bowed his hands, his tone firm.

"Okay, if you encounter difficulties that cannot be solved, it's not too late to come to your house again." Chu Yanchen nodded, his eyes were very calm.

But he quickly turned his gaze away from him and looked at Song Mingli eagerly, "Jingyou can write poetry now, do you want to come and see it?"

"Really?" Song Mingli smiled, "Of course I have to go and take a look."

Qi Liang quickly bowed and said goodbye.

Shisu sees him off.

Qi Liang originally thought that Prince Jing's sudden return would embarrass him.

Unexpectedly, Prince Jing was so peaceful and friendly, and even nodded to him when he left.

As he left, he took another look at the couple leaning against each other as they walked away.

The man was tall and straight, his hand resting on the slender woman's shoulder.

He walked on the outside of the corridor, the wind blew the snow down at his feet, and the woman walked on the inside, with him shielding her from the wind and snow, which must have been warmer for her.

A hint of smile appeared in Qi Liang's deep eyes.

It’s great that she deserves such a great man who cherishes her.

The heavy snow finally stopped, but it had been snowing for so many days that the snow was piled deep in the city.

It's a rare time when the snow stops, and many families rush out to buy daily necessities.

Several more porridge stalls were added at the city gate.

There is not only porridge, but also steamed buns.

The weather was too cold. Unless one's family couldn't afford to eat, no one would come in the wind and snow to get porridge and steamed buns.

Those who can still get by at home now have to prepare more charcoal and food to avoid being trapped in their homes by the wind and snow again.

The imperial court immediately took control of the price of grain.

There was a slight increase, but due to the pressure from the imperial court, it did not dare to increase too much.

But charcoal fire is different.

"Two taels of silver for a pound! And it's cooking charcoal? Why don't you go and rob it?"

"The price is the same in Kyoto. The city is blocked by heavy snow, so charcoal from outside can't be brought in. The more charcoal is sold, the less it is!"

"If you don't buy it, let the people in the queue behind you buy it!"

"If you think it's too expensive today, you won't be able to buy it tomorrow even if you offer the same price!"

"Why don't you wait a while until the snow melts and the coal from outside is delivered, then the price of coal may go down."

In front of each charcoal shop, there were scenes of people scrambling to buy charcoal while complaining about the high price.

"Be patient. Who knows when the snow will melt?"

"It's too cold. I don't have any charcoal to buy for the stove, and I'm out of firewood. I can't even have a hot meal!"

"The room is as cold as an ice cellar. Adults can bear it, but how can children bear it?"

But there were also people who really couldn't afford it, and could only leave in despair with the few coins in their pockets.

"Hurry up, the charcoal in the charcoal shop over there is cheap, two taels of silver for five catties of stove charcoal, but the supply is limited, if you go too late you won't be able to buy it."

A tiny voice was passed quietly between acquaintances.

"They not only have charcoal, but also firewood, which is cheaper, but they only sell it to the poor."

"Hurry up! The mountain is blocked by heavy snow, there's nowhere to pick up firewood, and there's actually some for sale!"

It was clearly a tiny sound, but it spread surprisingly fast.

In other charcoal shops, before they realized what was happening, they saw that most of the people buying charcoal at their doors had disappeared.

All the people rushed to Jinghui Charcoal Shop.

"What's going on? Why are there so many fewer people?" The shop owners noticed that the situation had changed and were about to find out more carefully.

I saw more and more people coming outside to buy charcoal.

But there were more and more voices of dissatisfaction among the crowd.

"So heartless! They only care about making money and don't care about the lives of ordinary people at all!"

"Selling it at such a high price, you are really after money!"

"Can't you learn from Jinghui?"

"I have to get up early tomorrow and go to Jinghui to queue up!"

The next day, all the charcoal shops were open, but few people came to buy charcoal.

On the contrary, before Jinghui Charcoal Shop opened, people waiting to buy charcoal had already lined up for two miles in front of the door.

"What's going on? Did you all go to his house to buy charcoal?"

"Boss, we went to ask around, and the price of charcoal at Jinghui Charcoal Shop is much lower than ours!"

Before the shopkeeper and his clerk could finish their words, they heard passers-by pointing at their shop and cursing, "Making dirty money! Black-hearted profiteers! Bah!"

The shopkeeper looked unhappy, "What's the price at Jinghui Charcoal Shop?"

"Two taels of silver for five catties of stove charcoal, three taels of silver for one catty of ash flower charcoal, and thirty taels for one catty of silver bone charcoal." The waiter said, "The price of silver bone charcoal is not much lower than ours, but the price of the other two is much lower than ours!"

The shopkeeper snorted coldly, "Now the charcoal is selling for less and less. The snow is going to fall again. At this price, it won't last long before it's all sold out."

"When the weather gets colder, coal will be less and more expensive. Let him watch us make money!"