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She had been poor since childhood and had suffered enough from poverty. The places of exile were all bitter and cold, and she didn't want to suffer with them. Even if she wanted to go, she had to have enough money to live a good life.

Even if King Liang finally compromised and the Su family was acquitted, the confiscated property might not be returned in full. The house might be there, but the other things in it would definitely not be returned in full. If she wanted the Su family to live comfortably and return to their original state, the more than 3,000 taels of silver notes she had on her were not enough.

After much thought, she decided that in order to ensure a smooth life in the future, she still had to find a way to make money.

She scratched her head in annoyance. Making money was a headache for her. She didn't know how to do business, couldn't cook well, and didn't know how to make lipstick or skin care products. She didn't have any of the skills to make a fortune written in time-travel novels.

Moreover, her capital was only three thousand taels, which was a huge sum of money in the countryside, but she probably couldn't even afford a decent shop in the capital.

After thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't think of a way to make money. She sighed helplessly: "Su Qin, you are really a waste."

Zhao Liangchen didn't know what Su Qin was worried about. When he returned to the Zhao Mansion, Zhao Jian came to find him. Zhao Jian stared at Zhao Liangchen with a sharp gaze and asked, "Did you go out of town today?"

Zhao Liangchen looked at Zhao Jian calmly: "Yes."

Zhao Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing his anger and asking, "Didn't you say you were going to see your teacher? Why did you leave the city?"

Zhao Liangchen: "I went to see my teacher, but my teacher asked me to go see a disaster victim who had saved him before, so I left the city."

Zhao Jian asked suspiciously, "Did a disaster victim save your teacher? There were so many disaster victims outside the city, why did he leave the city, and how was he rescued?"

Zhao Liangchen shook his head. "My son doesn't know either. I just heard that the teachers followed Zou Tai out of the city. The donkey he was riding got scared and was rescued by a girl. To express his gratitude, he chatted with her for a while, and they hit it off. He insisted on adopting her as his granddaughter, and said that he would go out of the city to pick her up after the disaster victims left in a few days."

He didn't plan to hide Su Qin's matter, because in a few days, Mr. Zeng would bring her back to the city, and many people would definitely know about it. He told this matter now to prevent someone from finding it strange and investigating.

Zhao Jian was surprised: "You said a girl could save Zeng Xian when the donkey was frightened? Do you think your father will believe it?"

Zhao Liangchen shook his head innocently: "My son doesn't know either. He just did what the teacher told him to do and didn't dare to question the teacher."

Zhao Jian didn't want to dwell on this. He looked at Zhao Liangchen meaningfully and said, "I heard you spent money to buy food and quilts for the disaster victims. Now they are grateful to you. How come I didn't know you were so rich?"

Zhao Liangchen looked a little apprehensive. "Father, please don't be angry. I didn't hide the money on purpose. It was a gift from the Emperor. I was saving it to prepare a betrothal gift for myself. But I caught the wrong person this time, and the disaster relief money has been hard to find. I felt guilty towards the victims, so I wanted to do something to compensate them. Now I'm penniless."

Zhao Jian was speechless after hearing his words, because the betrothal gifts were prepared by his family, but he knew that his wife would definitely not prepare a good betrothal gift for Zhao Liangchen.

A man whose father is still alive has to save up the betrothal gifts himself, which makes his father lose face.

However, he only felt a little embarrassed, and did not feel guilty. In his opinion, allowing Zhao Liangchen to live and grow up was already a kindness on his part. He would not feel guilty about how his illegitimate son, who had brought him shame, treated him.

But he still said politely: "Don't worry about the betrothal gifts. I will ask your mother to prepare them well."

Zhao Liangchen nodded gratefully: "Yes, thank you, father."

His expression pleased Zhao Jian, and Zhao Jian's tone softened. "I know you have a kind heart and can't bear to see the people suffer, but there are some things you shouldn't do. This is Shangjing City, the Emperor's feet. You want the victims to be grateful to you, but where do you put the Emperor? Where do you put those officials who donated so much money? Whether you are a person or something, you must keep a low profile. If you are so high-profile, I'm afraid you will become the public enemy of all officials."

Zhao Liangchen had a look of having learned something from his mistakes: "Yes, father is right in teaching me this lesson. It was my son who was inconsiderate."

He admitted his mistake so readily that Zhao Jian didn't know what to say to him. Thinking of what the King of Liang had sent, he suppressed his anger and said, "You are still young and it is inevitable that you will lose your sense of proportion when doing things. In the future, consult with your father before doing anything. Your father will not harm you."

Zhao Liangchen: "Yes."

Zhao Jian wanted to say something else when someone knocked on the door: "Master, someone is coming from the palace."

Zhao Jian glanced at Zhao Liangchen and knew that the visitor to the palace at this hour must be for him. He couldn't stop the emperor from summoning him, but he still gave him a meaningful warning: "What you did today has attracted a lot of attention. The emperor may want to reward you, but it's best not to accept it. If you do, the officials will regard you as a thorn in their side. You'd better keep a low profile."

Zhao Liangchen: "Yes."

Zhao Jian gestured for him to open the door. When he opened it, he saw the eunuch Liu Jin had brought with him. He smiled kindly and said, "The Emperor Zhaodu Yuhou has summoned you."

Zhao Liangchen followed the eunuch into the palace. The emperor saw him and said with a smile, "Now that you've recovered from your illness, instead of coming to the palace to see me, you've gone out of the city first."

Zhao Liangchen also smiled and said, "I finally got a few days off from my duties in the palace while recuperating from my injuries. Of course, I'd rather go to the palace as little as possible."

The emperor laughed and scolded, "You, everyone else is eager to show up in front of me every day, but you despise it."

After saying this, he looked at Zhao Liangchen, frowned, and asked, "Is Zhao Jian treating you harshly again? Why are you dressed like this? Could it be that he won't even give you a decent piece of clothing now?"

Zhao Liangchen shook his head. "No, Your Majesty, I chose to wear this myself. I'm going out of town to meet the disaster victims, who are starving and poorly clothed. If I were to dress in something fancy, wouldn't that incite public outrage?"

The emperor was displeased and said, "I am heartbroken that the disaster victims have suffered, but I cannot let my officials wear the same coarse linen clothes as them. You are representing my reputation when you go out. How will the people see me if you wear rags? They will think I can't afford to pay you salaries."

Being told that he was wearing rags, Zhao Liangchen subconsciously touched the pouch hanging around his waist and retorted: "Your Majesty, these are not rags. The common people all wear them. They are also your subjects. You cannot say that all your subjects wear rags."

The emperor laughed in anger: "Alright, alright, alright, I won't say anything more. I'll have Liu Jin take you to my private storehouse to pick out some more good materials. What Zhao Jian won't give, I'll give."

Zhao Liangchen shook his head: "Your Majesty, I don't want it. Your private treasury has already used up the disaster relief money for the victims and there is nothing left to reward people with."

The Emperor: "Nonsense! Even if I gave money for disaster relief, I still have some cloth."

Zhao Liangchen looked at him firmly: "No, you didn't."

The emperor looked at him and suddenly understood something. He asked in disbelief, "Are you asking me to pretend to be poor?"

Zhao Liangchen: "I'm not pretending to be poor, I'm really poor."