Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 129 The First Prince

Princess Yongle came to the empress's study early in the morning, but saw her mother with a frown on her face. She was looking at the memorials on the table with a pen in hand, but she couldn't write for a long time.

"Mother, do you want to rest for a while?" Princess Yongle felt sorry for her mother. She walked over and stood behind the empress, massaging her shoulders affectionately.

The empress sighed and put down the pen in her hand. She was pleased with her daughter's filial piety, but also worried about the many things that had been happening in the court recently.

Fu Zichan was gone, the Marquisate was handed over to the Qian family, and the Concubine Dowager was no longer a threat. However, the royalists behind Fu Zichan, who had supported the Fu family's rule, did not give up. After all, the former Crown Prince was still alive, there were many men from the royal family, and there was also the one in Qian's belly...

"I've already made an agreement with Sister Qian to send her samples in a few days. We need to be sincere when discussing cooperation. Since she's going to source most of her paper industry's raw materials from us, I definitely won't let her suffer any loss."

The empress felt relieved when she heard her daughter's excited voice. It's okay. Qian is a good person. Besides, we don't know the gender of the baby in her belly. We can talk about it later after the baby is born safely.

"You, you're actually starting to get interested in doing business."

"Yes, I find it very interesting. Looking at the paper made by Sister Qian, it's cheap and good quality. Many people like to use it. It can also make money and benefit the people. Being a merchant is not a lowly job."

Princess Yongle was still young and was in front of her mother, so she expressed her somewhat immature ideas very casually.

After hearing this, the empress felt that the depressed mood in her heart suddenly dissipated. Among the four classes of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, merchants are just insignificant, but not despised. Only by allowing currency to circulate among the people can the Tang Kingdom prosper and last for generations.

It’s a pity that even Yongle, who was in his teens, understood such a simple truth, but those aristocratic families and royal relatives in the court who had ugly eating habits pretended not to understand.

They fought for fame and fortune, using any means necessary. Since the news of Fu Zichan's death spread, countless wealthy businessmen died overnight, their businesses were taken over, and their wealth was divided.

Unjust cases, tragedies, and murders are endless. How many of them are the work of aristocratic families and how many of them are the work of the eldest princess. Now they come to her to impeach the officials she recommended, which is just another frame-up.

"Yongle, if someone's arm is broken, do you think he will visit famous doctors and try to find a chance to save his arm, or will he quickly cut off his arm and save his life?" The empress pulled her daughter to sit beside her, and told her a story like she did when she was a child.

Princess Yongle considered it carefully and replied, "Is he seriously injured?"

"It's very serious, but there's still a glimmer of hope for the arm."

Princess Yongle asked again, "Does he know where the famous doctor is?"

"I don't know, but the famous doctor does have hope of saving his arm." The empress smiled at her daughter and encouraged her.

Princess Yongle raised her little face, her heart hardened, and she said decisively: "Instead of pinning her hopes on a famous doctor who is nowhere to be found, it is better to cut off one of my arms. Otherwise, in the process of searching, the blood poison will attack my heart, and I am afraid I will not be able to find a famous doctor in my life.

Arms and life, survival is above all else."

"But what if he really needs this arm? It will be very difficult for him to support his family without an arm." The empress looked at her daughter's frown and almost laughed out loud.

"There's always a way out. My daughter still believes that hidden dangers cannot be left."

The empress let out a long breath, nodded, and patted her daughter's head, muttering, "You're right. If you hesitate when you should make a decision, you'll suffer the consequences. Hidden dangers cannot be left unattended."

With her daughter's company, the empress simply stopped reviewing memorials. In the middle of winter, the two of them stayed in the house to eat snacks in the warmth. They thought the morning would pass leisurely, but before noon, the eunuch came outside.

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince is back." The chief eunuch usually remained calm, but today, sweat appeared on his forehead.

The empress knew something was wrong, touched Yongle's little face, and left the warm room with the eunuch.

"Tell me, what did this rebellious son do?"

"He brought envoys from the Kingdom of Idan and a lot of gifts." The eunuch bowed his head and said.

"It turns out he went to another country to study. I thought he would never come back in this lifetime!"

Thinking of the late emperor's child, the empress lost interest. He was quite well-behaved when he was young, but he became a completely different person since the late emperor intended to make him the crown prince. Later, he stabbed the empress in the back when she ascended the throne and went away to study.

"Your Majesty! The eldest prince came back this time, to... to help Idan Kingdom to marry... to marry Princess Yongle." The eunuch closed his eyes and shrank his body.

"He's crazy! Yongle is so young, and she's his biological sister!"

There are only six countries on this continent. Tang Kingdom is weak and poor due to successive changes of regimes, and often has no say. On the contrary, Idan Kingdom is not far from Tang Kingdom, but has strong military strength. In previous years, when the six countries competed for resources, Tang Kingdom could not participate at all, and Idan Kingdom always had the upper hand.

It is normal for countries to form alliances between each other, and it can also better preserve their strength, but why should Idan Kingdom be tied to a weak country like Tang Kingdom? They are not trying to alleviate poverty.

"This...what should we do? The eldest prince is about to enter the capital with his delegation." The eunuch said anxiously.

"Who made it easy for him? Did he really think that the army of Tang Kingdom was useless?" The empress understood after she said this. Apart from herself, the one who had such great power was the eldest princess who secretly made it easy for her nephew.

In order to eliminate dissidents, these people even disregarded the safety of the country.

"Stupid!" The empress walked forward quickly, feeling upset but still ordered: "Tell Prime Minister Pei to wait for me in the study."

One winter day, at some point, a fine snow fell from the sky. The funeral procession stretched from the city to the outside of the city, stepping on the muddy ground, and the heavy mournful music could be heard from far away.

"My Lord, you went in such a miserable state..."

"My Lord! How could you die at such a young age?"

"My Lord... have a safe journey."

Qian Qiansui sat in the warm carriage, holding a handkerchief, wearing a small white flower, crying and stuffing snacks into her mouth.

"My Lord, how could you abandon us, an orphan and a widow, and leave...hiccup!

Open your eyes and look at us, you..."

Qian Qiansui lowered the curtain, took a big gulp of water, and almost choked to death on the snacks.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's all yours, take your time eating!"

Ever since Wen Chun found out that Qian Qiansui was pregnant, he has been worried sick. He has never seen anyone who doesn't take the child seriously. Not to mention being so cautious, she doesn't even want to change her bad living habits.

If he wasn't watching her closely, this woman would go to heaven.

"Did you hear any sound?" Qian Qiansui wiped the snack crumbs from the corner of his mouth, lifted the curtain and looked outside.

"It looks like a merchant caravan? No, they don't look like our people." Wen Chun's eyesight has always been excellent. The team on the opposite side, far away, is heading towards the capital, going in the opposite direction of their funeral procession.

"Foreigner?" Qian Qiansui was about to stick his head out again, but was skillfully carried in by Wen Chun.

"It should be some kind of diplomatic mission." If Wen Chun was not mistaken, the man standing on the foreign carriage was the long-lost eldest prince.