The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Cheng Feng and Constable Sun were not familiar with each other, but today, in front of Chen Qingsheng, the usually taciturn Cheng Feng chatted with Constable Sun for a long time, praising him from head to toe. Chen Qingsheng could clearly feel Cheng Feng's approval and liking for Constable Sun.

After they parted, Cheng Feng looked back at Constable Sun and said with admiration, "It would be a blessing for He Ye to marry a man like this."

Chen Qingsheng glared angrily at Constable Sun's smug back with his big eyes. He was both jealous and disgusted. Constable Sun was glib and had the air of someone trying to curry favor with the powerful. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think this person was as good as Cheng Feng had described.

Cheng Feng tugged at Chen Qingsheng's collar, "Where are we going? We're here."

This is Denghua Street. Across the street is where Chen Qingsheng used to set up his stall. Chen Qingsheng said regretfully, "I haven't been here for two months, and my stall has already been taken."

Cheng Feng laughed and said, "Don't even mention two months. If you don't come for two days, the street will look completely different. Besides, is setting up a stall stable? It's okay if it's exposed to the wind and sun, but if it rains or the weather is bad, just look at what you're selling. Which of those things won't get wet in the rain? If you want a long-term solution, it's more reliable to get a storefront."

"I wouldn't even dare to dream of a storefront. I'm lucky if I can just set up a stall and earn a living."

"Look at you, so useless. What family would dare to marry their daughter to someone like you?" Cheng Feng's words clearly showed his disapproval of Chen Qingsheng.

Chen Qingsheng's lips trembled, and he was almost in tears. Was he really that bad? Why had no one mentioned his many flaws before? He swallowed back the tears welling up in his eyes because Cheng Feng had taken him to a shop where he knew the owner.

This shop faces his old stall directly. During the days when he had his stall, he could see the tall signboard of this shop, "Deng's Cloth Shop," whenever he looked up. This cloth shop was incredibly popular. Every day, groups of young women, married women, and housewives would come here to buy cloth and make clothes. The owner was a tailor by trade and had an apprentice with excellent skills. Wealthy ladies all liked to have their clothes made by him. It was said that he was booked up for six months in advance.

On the day Chen Qingsheng and He Ye were beaten, this shopkeeper surnamed Deng even brought his apprentice to watch, so they knew each other.

Upon seeing Cheng Feng arrive, Manager Deng quickly stepped out from behind the counter, cupped his hands, and said, "What brings the young master here? Your nephew just left."

Cheng Feng smiled as if he didn't know anything and said, "My nephew came by?"

"Just left, right next to you."

Cheng Feng said that bringing Chen Qingsheng out to collect rent was just an excuse. If his nephew couldn't even do a good job of collecting rent, what use was he to him? He was just bringing Chen Qingsheng to see the shop.

But the trip wouldn't be in vain; it would bring some business to Boss Deng. He said with a smile, "Boss Deng, take his measurements and make him two sets of clothes."

Cheng Feng glanced at Chen Qingsheng, and then Boss Deng took the ruler handed to him by his apprentice, intending to measure Chen Qingsheng himself.

Chen Qingsheng was so frightened that he wanted to hide. Although the clothes made by Boss Deng were good, the labor cost was extremely high, and he couldn't afford it. "Brother Fengzi, my sister-in-law has made me several outfits. I have enough clothes for all four seasons."

Cheng Feng said disdainfully, "Your sister-in-law's skills are nothing compared to Manager Deng's. There's no comparison."

Cheng Feng touched a piece of fabric on Chen Qingsheng's shoulder with his finger and said disdainfully, "Your sister-in-law's clothes are still wearable! You already look old, and you're pale, thin, and skinny. Look at what she's done to you. You look like a little old man. Brother Xin, don't wear the clothes she makes for you anymore. They're so rustic and don't look good at all."

Under Cheng Feng's pressure, Chen Qingsheng had his measurements taken by Boss Deng. Boss Deng asked Cheng Feng, "Your Highness, what kind of clothes should we make for Qingsheng?"

"Make six or seven sets of the most fashionable clothes in Fengqi right now, using the best fabrics. This is the deposit." Cheng Feng tossed a silver ingot to Boss Deng's apprentice, pretending to take Chen Qingsheng away from home.

At this moment, the shopkeeper asked Chen Qingsheng, "How is He Ye, who was selling things with you, doing? I heard he went crazy, is that true?"

Cheng Feng picked up the conversation; he had been waiting for Boss Deng to mention He Ye, and if he didn't, he would bring it up before leaving the house. "Boss Deng, you should ask me about He Ye; she's my niece."

"The Crown Prince's niece, his own niece?"

Recently, this street has revealed many identities for He Ye, but each identity is related to Cheng Feng. Everyone has guessed that she is a niece, but without concrete information, people still don't quite believe that the prince has a crazy niece.

"She's like my niece."

"How did she end up selling embroidery thread on the street? I heard that her mother and sister beat her. Is that true?"

Cheng Feng didn't try to hide it. Everyone on the street already knew about it, so what was there to hide? "She was driven crazy by her mother, but she's been back to normal lately. She started setting up a stall on the street to avoid her mother, but now that her mother is chasing her and making a scene, she's stopped setting up her stall."

Manager Deng shook his head. "She's really pitiful. Everyone says she's gone mad, but I don't believe it."

Cheng Feng said with a smile, "I'll have her come here sometime so you can meet her. After that, this shop will be hers."

"Oh? Your Highness, what's going on?"

“Someone recently wanted to marry her, but she didn’t want to. However, she’s reached a certain age, and her elders can’t keep her any longer. So, the shop you’re using is part of her dowry. Once she gets married, my nephew won’t be the one collecting rent anymore.”

“Your Highness, the shop has changed owners. Can she still rent it to me? Your Highness, I have been using this shop for five years. I know all the neighbors and customers here. You can’t make me move.”

Cheng Feng said, "Don't worry, my niece won't take back the shops. I gave her two shops as part of her dowry. There's another one in Gaotou Lane, which is in a good location. If she wants to take back a shop, she'll have to take that one. But that's all in the future. If she marries an official, she'll have to rent out both shops. If she's blind and marries a small vendor, then I'll have to take back one of the shops for her husband to do business with."

As Cheng Feng spoke, Manager Deng looked at Chen Qingsheng with a meaningful gaze. This look made Chen Qingsheng feel confused and uncomfortable, as if he were a small vendor waiting to open a shop and do business.

Shopkeeper Deng said, "I hope the young master will tell Miss Heye not to take this shop back. I'm sentimental; I've been here for five years and I can't bear to move!"

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "You're very capable with this shop. I'll have her take over the shop in Gaotou Lane. That location is suitable for selling some colorful little trinkets."