But any normal person would never say such nonsense.

Just when Zhu Lian was about to cross the threshold, Zhao Huan's voice came from behind.

"Daughter-in-law, what if I get the money back?"

Zhu Lian didn't look back and hummed softly: "If you can do it, the sun will rise in the west. You can do whatever you want."

This was what Zhao Huan was waiting for. He quickly stood up and said excitedly: "I am missing a pillow on my bed."

Zhu Lian closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her family background as a tutor and her status as a princess did not allow her to act recklessly, so she could only suppress this breath.

"Okay, if you can do it, I will move the pillow next to you. Are you satisfied?"

Looking at Zhu Lian's neat and dignified back, Zhao Huan couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "My wife is the princess! Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

"Although her personality is a bit cold, she is a princess after all, so she still has to have the proper style!"

Zhao Huan sat back on the chair, without the aura that a prince should have. He crossed his legs, put his arms on the table, and began to make plans to make money.

If the inflation in the late Song Dynasty and the high prices in Bianjing are taken into account, the purchasing power of one tael of silver is equivalent to 700 yuan.

Thirty thousand taels of silver, since it is... twenty-one million yuan...

Earn 20 million in two days...

"This is a bit exaggerated, but fortunately I am the prince now."

"As a prince, who is going to do serious business?"

"With this unique advantage, everything will be hugely profitable."

"Those financial giants of later generations can earn hundreds of millions with just a few clicks of their fingers. As a prince, I can make 20 million in two days. It's not too outrageous..."

Just when Zhao Huan was sketching the grand blueprint of swallowing up silver in his mind, Zhao Ji and Tong Guan had already returned to the palace.

In the imperial study room, Zhao Ji looked at the map of the Song Dynasty hanging on the wall and the sixteen states of Yanyun that had been embezzled on it, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Whether we can redeem the remaining Kyushu depends on this fundraising meeting."

"As long as I raise enough money, I can retire."

Tong Guan, who was waiting by the side, was extremely hypocritical in helping Zhao Ji solve his problems.

"I'm afraid that Prince Ding won't be too content."

"If you go to the fund-raising meeting and cause trouble, I'm afraid it will affect the fund-raising event."

Zhao Ji recalled how Zhao Huan was well-reasoned and thoughtful in his previous visit to Prince Ding's Mansion, and he couldn't help but feel worried.

This son, despite all the excuses, must know the price of becoming a prince.

If he really went to the fund-raising meeting...

"What I said makes sense!"

"This kid must be guarded against!"

Hearing this, Tong Guan suddenly had a flattering smile on his face: "Old slave, I will send someone to give King Ding a warning... Hahaha, please rest assured, your majesty, with old slave here, King Ding will never appear at the fund-raising meeting.

Your Majesty’s eyes!”

Zhao Ji looked at Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures and said seriously: "No one can even think about ruining my big event!"

Except for Zhao Ji and the six powerful ministers, no one knew that the Jin people had issued an ultimatum.

Within a month, collect 900,000 Guansui coins to redeem Kyushu and build good relations with our neighbors forever.

If not, send your troops south and crush the Central Plains!

Zhao Ji knew very well that such appeasement measures were just a delaying tactic. He had to rely on the fund-raising meeting to gain precious time and deal with his posthumous affairs.

The next day, Ding Wangfu.

Zhao Huan, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and contemplating a plan to make money, was suddenly startled by a shout from outside the door.

"Your Majesty! Go out and take a look. Cheng Fang, the son of the Minister of Household Affairs, is acting wild outside the door and has beaten several people."

Mr. Tai Sui is stirring up trouble? Isn’t this lighting up a lantern in a latrine and looking for shit?

Zhao Huan walked out without thinking, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, Zhu Lian's cold voice came to his ears.

"You're not allowed to go."

Following the sound, I saw Zhu Lian standing in the pavilion not far away, with an unquestionable look in his eyes.

Zhao Huan quickly put on a flattering face: "Daughter-in-law, you haven't left yet? You really can't worry about being a husband."

Zhu Lian was already numb and was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Huan's teasing.

"Although Cheng Fang is a member of the Hubu family, in the final analysis he is still a commoner. Even if we lend him a hundred courages, he would not dare to come to the palace to cause trouble."

"Your Majesty and the old thief Tong Guan just arrived yesterday, and today Cheng Fang came to cause trouble. He was clearly ordered to give the prince a show of strength."

"Tell the prince openly and secretly that without your majesty's support, I am nothing. Even a small member of the household department can ignore me."

Of course, Zhao Huan also understood the mystery. The day after tomorrow was the fund-raising meeting. This move was undoubtedly a warning to Zhao Huan not to go to the fund-raising meeting to cause trouble.

But Zhao Huan just wanted to let those treacherous officials and sycophants know that a skinny camel was bigger than a horse. Even if he lost power, he would still be the eldest son of the Song Dynasty Emperor.

No one can even think about running wild on their own territory.

Zhao Huan patiently asked the attendant: "You're so good, why did Cheng Fang hit you?"

The attendant's voice was extremely low, and he was extremely aggrieved: "Then Cheng Fang kept talking arrogantly, saying that it was the minions who were blocking his way. Please give King Ding a lesson for us, the dogs in the way."

"The servants are standing at the gate of the palace, why are they hindering Cheng Fang? He is obviously deliberately making things difficult and invading the door."

Zhao Huan directly spread his hands with a look of disdain on my face, as if Cheng Fang was looking for death and said helplessly: "Daughter-in-law, you heard me too."

Zhu Lian looked firm: "You are not allowed to go then!"

"Cheng Fangnai is a descendant of Hubu. Behind Hubu is the concubine, who controls half of the court."

"If you offend the Ministry of Household Affairs, it is equivalent to offending the Prime Minister."

"In front of His Majesty, you, the eldest son of the Emperor, are obviously not as close to me as I am!"

Faced with Zhu Lian's warning, Zhao Huan took a firm stance.

"That won't work! You and I are connected as husband and wife. Bullying me is the same as bullying you. Whoever dares to bully you will be killed by me!"

"Daughter-in-law, please wait here for a moment. I will be back as soon as I go."

Seeing Zhao Huan roll up his sleeves, expose his arms, and rush towards the door of the mansion in a menacing manner, Zhu Lian couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Where is the prince here? He is clearly a scoundrel!"

"If I weren't worried that the Zhu family would be implicated by you, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

In order to prevent Zhao Huan from getting into serious trouble, Zhu Lian hesitated for a moment and then followed him patiently.

When Zhao Huan arrived at the gate of the mansion, he found a dozen servants lying on the ground.

Opposite him stood a young man in his twenties. Judging from his attire, he must be Cheng Fang.

Seeing that there were only four attendants around Cheng Fang, Zhao Huan was furious and kicked the servant on the butt: "It's a dead thing!"

"So many people were beaten up by four people? I'll pack everything up and get out of here tomorrow. I can't afford to lose this person!"

Faced with Zhao Huan's scolding, the nurse Cheng Chu who had just been kicked felt aggrieved.

"Your Majesty, it's not that you guys are failing, it's that you don't dare to fight back..."

"Cheng Fang is the son of the minister. If it gets damaged, we can't bear the responsibility."

At this moment, there was a burst of ridicule from the other side.

Cheng Fang pretended to salute Zhao Huan, and said in a strange tone: "Greetings, my lord, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame me, blame these idiots for not opening their eyes. How can I block the road in broad daylight?"

"I'll help the prince teach these dogs a lesson, so that the prince can save some worries in the future."

Cheng Fang did not hide the pride on his face. With the support of the entire household department and Tong Guan behind him, he no longer took Zhao Huan seriously.

Faced with Cheng Fang's provocation, Zhao Huan sneered in his heart, and without any hesitation, he directly asked Chang Fu who came after hearing the news.

"O Chang Fu, what kind of crime should the unruly people deserve when they come to the palace to cause trouble?"

Before Chang Fu could answer, Cheng Fang's face turned gloomy and he gritted his teeth: "Difficult people? I am the son of the Minister of Household Affairs!"

Zhao Huan crossed his arms and asked with disdain: "I am still the son of the monarch of the Song Dynasty. Am I pretending to be a rival?"

Pretending? Cheng Fang murmured in his heart, not knowing what this word meant at all, but since it came from Zhao Huan's mouth, it was definitely not a good word.

At this moment, Zhao Huan's voice sounded again.

"Cheng Fang, do you have any fame?"

Cheng Fang held his head high, with a proud look on his face: "I am a disciple of the Hubu family, why do I need fame?"

Zhao Huan nodded and then asked: "Then do you have a title?"

Cheng Fang didn't understand what Zhao Huan was doing, but whenever he thought of the concubine behind him, his back became extremely strong.

"As I said before, why do I need a title?"

Zhao Huan said "Oh" and grinned: "You have neither an official status nor a title, so what are you if you are not a troublemaker?"
Chapter completed!