Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

Liu Hetai followed Yun Zimo's footsteps and stepped into the famous jewelry store "Cuihua Qionglou" in the capital.

No wonder the young master didn't rush back home as usual after leaving his job today. It turned out that he came to pick a birthday gift for Miss Liu.

The shop is filled with dazzling jewels and every piece of jewelry exudes an alluring luster.

Yun Zimo's attention was attracted by an exquisitely carved hairpin lying quietly in a corner of the display case.

"This gentleman is really discerning. The peach wood hairpin has been a symbol of a perfect match since ancient times."

The shopkeeper smiled and gently picked up the hairpin, his tone full of admiration.

"Look at this hairpin. It is carefully carved from the finest peach wood. Not only is it hard and warm, it also contains the ancient meaning of warding off evil and ensuring safety. Peach wood is an auspicious object that can ward off disasters and protect the wearer from misfortunes, and bless the wearer with a smooth life."

Yun Zimo listened quietly, his fingers gently stroking the texture of the hairpin.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper became even more enthusiastic and continued to recommend it.

"Sir, the peach wood hairpin symbolizes 'I wish to win the heart of one person and stay together till old age'. If you give this peach wood hairpin to your beloved, every time she puts on this hairpin while she is wearing it, she will be able to feel your deep love."

Liu Hetai, who was standing nearby, secretly gave the shopkeeper a thumbs up.

The shopkeeper's eloquence is incredible!

Even a hairpin can be described in such a wonderful way!

If your business is not good, whose business will be good?

The boss' words were like a gentle spring breeze, stirring up ripples in Yun Zimo's heart.

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Yun Zimo put down her hairpin, took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and placed it on the counter, then turned around and left with Liu Hetai.

"Hey, sir, I haven't taken your hairpin yet."

The shopkeeper shouted hurriedly from behind.

"No thanks, thank you for your kind words, shopkeeper."

* * *

In the study of Yun Mansion.

Yun Zimo was sorting out the intelligence about the Fifth Prince's intricate business network in the Qinhuai area that the spies had sent back one by one, as well as the testimonies and evidence from some victimized merchants visited by the spies.

He put the sorted information into several envelopes.

Yun Zimo fell into deep thought, emanating arrogance and coldness.

He can't take risks, he can't stand out.

He must remain cautious and low-key and hide in the dark.

Then let's make the situation more chaotic.

After careful consideration, Yun Zimo listed a few names on the paper.

"Hetai."

"Master."

Liu Hetai, who was guarding outside the house, came in.

"Hetai, you must immediately arrange for a few secret guards to deliver these envelopes anonymously to each person according to the names on this list. Make sure that nothing goes wrong and no clues are left behind."

Liu Hetai took the list and glanced at Yun Zimo.

I found that the young master in front of me had a murderous aura.

Not the gentle and well-behaved young man in front of Miss Liu.

Rather, he seemed like a person in power who was extremely cunning, arrogant and cold.

There was an aura of murderousness and coldness emanating from his entire body.

Liu Hetai felt that the hidden dark nature of his young master had been aroused.

Liu Hetai's gaze inadvertently swept across the young master's desk, on which were placed many broken peach wood hairpins.

He couldn't help but think back to what the shopkeeper had said that day about the meaning of the peach wood hairpin.

When the young master came back, he asked him to find some top-quality peach wood and a carving knife.

Oh, I hope Miss Liu can prevent her young master from becoming possessed by hatred.

Liu Hetai was full of worry and slowly left the study.

As the door closed gently, Yun Zimo picked up the peach wood and carving knife again.

His technique was clumsy, and he either carved crookedly or broke it, and his fingers were covered with tiny scars.

He must carve it on the eve of Sister Yu's birthday.

* * *

In the court of the Golden Palace, all officials stood in silence.

Emperor Ji Yuan walked slowly into the Golden Throne Hall, his face looking slightly tired.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

After all the ministers knelt and saluted, Emperor Ji Yuan gently raised his hand and signaled everyone to stand up.

"Do you have the original memorial?"

The deep voice of Emperor Jiyuan echoed in the hall.

Crown Prince Yuwen Hao did not rush to speak, but stood quietly aside.

The court officials from the princeling faction exchanged subtle glances.

The Minister of Revenue, Zhao Wenyuan, had a stern face and a loud voice.

"Your Majesty, what I have reported today concerns the national economy and people's livelihood. I have no choice but to ask for your wise consideration."

"In recent years, the Fifth Prince has used his power to manipulate the market and exclude dissidents in the Qinhuai region, and he has also openly oppressed the people, forcing many merchants to go bankrupt and become displaced, making it impossible for them to make a living. Such behavior seriously violates your majesty's philosophy of governing the country with benevolence, and is also a shame for our Great Cangwu."

Zhao Wenyuan bowed, then took out a thick stack of memorials from his sleeve and handed it to the attendant beside him, who then presented it to Emperor Ji Yuan.

Emperor Ji Yuan took the memorial, flipped through it page by page, his brows gradually furrowed.

The memorial recorded in detail the crimes committed by the fifth prince Yuwen Shuo in the Qinhuai area, including abusing his power to oppress the people and monopolize the market, and was accompanied by detailed evidence and testimonies from the victimized merchants.

The fifth prince Yuwen Shuo sneered. He stood up calmly, his voice cold and confident.

"Father, I am innocent. These are just lies made up by the Crown Prince to frame me. What I did in Qinhuai was to stabilize the market and promote the prosperity of commerce. How could I oppress the people?"

Another important official of the Prince's faction, Li Muyang, the Minister of War, stood up.

"Fifth Prince, you are wrong. The evidence is irrefutable. How can you argue? I also have a petition signed by many victims. They are all angry but dare not speak out. If it were not for the Crown Prince's sympathy for the people, they would probably still be oppressed."

Li Muyang took out a long scroll from his sleeve and slowly unfolded it. It was densely covered with the names and fingerprints of the victimized merchants, which was enough to prove the fifth prince's guilt.

Upon seeing this, Qian Wenyuan, the Minister of Personnel from the Fifth Prince's party, immediately refuted.

"Lord Li is wrong. Business matters are inherently complicated and conflicts of interest are inevitable. Your actions are just to suppress the Fifth Prince and eliminate dissidents."

In the court, the two factions of officials were at loggerheads with each other, exchanging sharp words, and the atmosphere was tense.

Emperor Ji Yuan had a gloomy face, his eyes wandering between the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew that the fight between his two sons had been going on for a long time, but he never expected it to develop to such an extent.

"enough!"

Emperor Ji Yuan slammed the armrest of the dragon throne and shouted angrily.

The court suddenly became quiet, and everyone was silent.

"What I want to hear is the truth, not your attacks on each other!"

There was unquestionable majesty in Emperor Ji's voice.

"Zhao Wenyuan, please continue."

Zhao Wenyuan bowed and continued speaking.

"Your Majesty, I have ordered people to secretly investigate for many days. It is definitely not groundless. The Fifth Prince's actions in Qinhuai have aroused public anger. If it is not stopped in time, it may lead to a disaster."

Emperor Ji Yuan looked at the evidence in his hands and listened to the arguments of both sides. His blood boiled in his chest and he felt an indescribable rage rushing to his head.