I'm a humble concubine. My acting skills are off the charts. You can check my performance.

Zhao Fangyu left early and did not hear Pei Yan's words about being disappointing. In fact, even if she had heard it, she would not have cared.

Pei Yan is a man who is both good and evil, with almost no moral stance. Only Pei De can implicate him to some extent.

In order to make this move well, we must not only control Pei De, but also protect Pei De.

A weakness is only a weakness when it is held by someone.

If everyone knew about it and everyone had some idea about it, then this move would be useless.

"You disguise yourself as a servant and return to the prince after Pei Yan arrives in the capital."

Xuanbi has always been obedient. He agreed obediently and left with Pei Yan in the second half of the night.

Zhao Fangyu went to the mountains to make the fragrant dew according to the original plan, and it was several days later when he returned to Beijing.

It was sunset when they arrived at the palace. Zhou Qinghe was sitting at home fishing.

Seeing that he was able to move without any hindrance, Zhao Fangyu found a recliner and sat down.

It's uncomfortable to sit in a carriage, and there's no place better than home.

"The Yang family...want to interfere with Xiang Yin."

Zhao Fangyu opened his eyes, looked at the sky that had turned purple, and said lazily, "It's only a matter of time."

"He stumbled before, and he's still not being honest now."

"Don't turn back until you hit the wall. Let them hit you."

The fragrance guide is more important than the fragrance dew developed by Zhao Fangyu before.

Zhao Fangyu's perfumed dew is, after all, just a commodity, a rare commodity at best.

But incense is a product unique to this dynasty.

In the Song Dynasty, spices were mostly purchased from the Queyuan, while Daliang adopted the incense guide method.

A fragrance certificate is roughly equivalent to a sales license, and only shops of a certain size are eligible to sell spices.

In addition, different colored incense sticks also represent different amounts of spices that can be sold.

It’s not that no one had thought of playing tricks on the incense issue in the past, but the fourteen states paid huge taxes every year and did charity work regularly on weekdays, which were basically private relationships with local officials and had separate agreements.

Political achievements represent evaluation, and Zhao Fangyu's sister's husband's family is the head of the Ministry of Personnel.

Not many people are so desperate as to bang their heads against the wall.

The Yang family is not the first, nor will they be the last.

"If you have the guts, then I won't even get a single incense ticket."

"Of course I don't have that ability."

In the lake, the floating line suddenly moved. Zhou Qinghe lifted the hook, but found nothing on it.

With an expressionless face, he put the bait on and threw the hook back into the water.

Zhao Fangyu watched for a while and then fell asleep beside him. He slept until the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. When he woke up, he had returned to his bedroom.

"Where is the prince?"

Mizukage came in to serve, "The prince is fishing at the lake."

Zhao Fangyu paused as he was about to get up. The warm breath from the quilt dissipated and his mind became a little clearer.

"Tell him to come back. He can't even catch fathead fish. Stop now."

The Mizukage didn't dare to answer, so he asked someone else to come up and serve him, and then hurried out to pass on the message.

Not long after, Zhou Qinghe arrived late.

Zhou Qinghe had been back for a few days, but the time the young couple had spent together was very short. Fortunately, they both had plenty of time in the future, and Zhao Fangyu leisurely picked out her favorite dishes to eat.

Seeing that she was enjoying the meal, Zhou Qinghe also ate some.

"Mother has sent me a lot of supplements these days. Will you go back to see her in a few days?"

Zhou Qinghe was talking about the eldest lady, so Zhao Fangyu naturally had no choice but to agree when he returned to the Zhao family. He nodded in response and waited for Zhou Qinghe to finish his words.

"I encountered no less than twenty assassination attempts on my way back from the border."

"Among them there are deadpools and top killers. There are good and bad people, and the rules are hard to figure out."

Zhao Fangyu actually knew what was going on.

"Most of the Zheng family's military deployments over the years have already been taken over by other families. The top assassin you met is probably the best they could find."

Zhou Qinghe returned to the capital, and the Third Prince was attacked from all sides, which was something the Zheng family did not want to see at all costs.

The assassination was a desperate attempt by the Zheng family.

But after giving it a try, Zhou Qinghe, who was not accompanied by Xuanbi, finally returned to Beijing safely, which shows that the power of the army was really weak.

"The Zheng family has a pretty good reputation in the capital. When I was young, my father wanted an adult from the Zheng family to enter the palace to teach the prince. However, the Imperial Guards found out that the adult was secretly visiting prostitutes, so the plan was shelved."

Zhao Fangyu had never thought of this. She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "If you had really let that man from the Zheng family enter the palace, the grass on your grave would probably be three feet high by now."

Zhou Qinghe leaned back on his pipe cap in a lazy posture, and seemed to have regained some of the nonchalant look he had when he first met Zhao Fangyu.

"The scourge has lasted for thousands of years, and I shouldn't die."

Then he raised his head again, staring at Zhao Fangyu with burning eyes: "Having a wife at home is like having a treasure, and she will protect me."

In other families, men protect women, but in Hewang Mansion, it is the opposite.

Neither of them cared much about this upside-down situation, and they were even somewhat intoxicated by it.

"The Zheng family will not give up, but now the Cui family and the Li family have seen through their ambitions."

"In the past, we were in the light and they were in the dark...it's time to change."

Zhou Qinghe was very obedient: "I will listen to you, Madam."

Zhao Fangyu stared at the glass of bayberry wine that Zhou Qinghe had personally poured and handed to him, and curled the corners of his lips in pleasure.

She was pretty, and now they were sitting opposite each other under the lamp, looking lazy.

Zhao Fangyu was wearing thin clothes, revealing her figure clearly.

Zhou Qinghe only felt that the wine he had just drunk was quite hot.

It seems to have great staying power.

Zhao Fangyu didn't notice anything unusual about Zhou Qinghe and continued to throw out bait little by little, talking about things that Zhou Qinghe didn't know.

Zhou Qinghe didn't dare to be distracted, but he felt really uncomfortable in his heart.

"The iron mine that was previously seized by the third prince is about to have some results," Zhao Fangyu was most concerned about among all the things.

The empty wine glass in his hand was not filled yet. Zhao Fangyu looked over with dissatisfaction, wondering why this "wine boy" was so ignorant of color. Then he looked at Zhou Qinghe's face, which had flushed red at some point...