Mother, I have returned to the throne.

"Your Highness, it's just a small matter, don't take it to heart."

"Well, let me share a happy story with you. It's sure to brighten your mood!"

As the palace guards waited for their return, the entire prince's mansion seemed a little deserted.

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was a little off, Fatty Zhao came forward with a serious look on his face.

This one sentence made Song Yuan roll his eyes.

Man, not that.

But if you say happy, I won’t be sleepy anymore.

"Have you made any progress on the task I assigned to you last time?" Song Yuan raised his eyebrows and guessed what Fatty Zhao meant.

Fatty Zhao shuddered, feigning fear: "Your Highness, you truly are the God of Literature. You can predict everything so accurately!"

"Stop flattering me and tell me what's going on."

"Your Highness, we are rich, we are really rich this time!" Fatty Zhao's body shook, and then he began to describe his own situation.

After hearing Song Yuan's method, Fatty Zhao quickly contacted many potential buyers.

Those shops are owned by powerful people in the imperial city.

We are not only responsible for the soap industry, but also for many recreational toys.

Although mahjong and other games are now popular in the imperial city, there are still many markets outside the imperial city.

No one dares to underestimate it.

However, the biggest part of this is still soap.

Anyone who is smart can see the potential value of this kind of thing.

Those businessmen have fox-like minds and naturally would not miss such a good opportunity.

The most important thing is that the production method of this soap is not like other gadgets and is still kept secret.

If you want to get the goods, come to me, Fatty Zhao.

In a monopoly situation, everyone wants to get a piece of the pie.

Fatty Zhao has targeted the market and positioned it precisely. Although this soap does not require much effort to make, it is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford.

After all, the price of raw materials is there.

Lard is still a rare commodity nowadays.

The cost of making a bar of soap is at least one or two taels of silver, but the fat man asked for an exorbitant price of three or two taels a bar without bargaining!

After all this time, the profit alone has doubled.

The fat man also stipulated that since it was a partnership, the selling price must be unified.

Five taels a piece, leaving enough profit for those merchants.

Even if you ignore the shipping costs, you can still make at least one or two taels of silver. Such a ratio is definitely a huge profit. Who can resist such temptation?

For a time, soap was the most sought-after item in the imperial city before it was even sold.

There was no need for the fat man to brag, as those businessmen themselves had already raised the capital they invested in the industry.

Many people even sell their property in order to obtain the agency rights.

Now, if you want to join, you need to pay a deposit of 200,000 taels of silver.

That's it, it depends on whether the fat guy is willing!

In just a few days, the capital in the fat man's hands has reached one million taels.

Such a huge amount of funds can be transferred elsewhere to immediately start a new business.

However, having funds was not enough, as the production of soap became a big problem.

Now, the fat man has been working overtime according to the steps taught by Song Yuan and has produced 10,000 bars of soap.

After a few more days of complete saponification, it can be sold as the first batch of products.

But given the bright market prospects, even this figure is just a drop in the bucket.

More importantly, the fat man monopolizes the imperial city market.

If you come to him to get goods, you must first agree that the goods can only be sold to outsiders and cannot steal my business.

Otherwise, your supply will be cut off in minutes!

After hearing the last sentence, Song Yuan's face was full of smiles, and the look he gave Fatty Zhao was filled with a bit of relief.

This kid is indeed a talent.

It’s worth the hard work.

However, the difficulty that the fat man mentioned is indeed a big trouble.

"First, find a way to expand the production scale. Set up a site specifically for the production of these soaps. Also, assign different workers to each step. Keep this idea secret."

Song Yuan thought for a long time and then gave some instructions.

Fatty Zhao nodded in agreement. "Your Highness, don't worry. I've already had someone purchase a house in the south of the city. You can rest assured about the site. The only problem is the raw materials for producing the soap."

In the method taught by Song Yuan, lard is needed to produce soap.

In today's context, lard is a scarce commodity.

After all, not everyone can afford to eat pork.

With lower consumption, output will naturally not be very high.

Moreover, pork is much cheaper than other meats. Even lard cannot be collected on a large scale, let alone other things like butter and mutton fat.

Even Song Yuan could only stare blankly at such a difficult problem for a while.

"So, you should quickly send people to the surrounding counties to expand the purchase scale. Lard is indispensable. As for whether you can find a substitute later, I will think about it carefully later."

Song Yuan thought about it again and again and responded like this.

Seeing that Song Yuan couldn't solve the problem, the fat man could only accept the reality for a while: "Okay!"

"By the way, have you made any progress in the past two days on the repeating crossbow I told you about last time?" Song Yuan suddenly thought of another plan and asked.

The fat man's face fell. "Your Highness, I've been busy with the soap business these past two days and really haven't found the time. Once this storm has passed, I promise I'll pay attention to the crossbow."

Seeing this, Song Yuan could only nod his head. After all, human power has its limits.

The fat man was indeed concerned about the soap matter, so it was difficult for him to rush him.

I just hope that this guy can devote himself to improvement, and it would be best if he succeeds so that I can immediately achieve satisfaction.

In this way, even if it is late, it will not delay important things.

"Your Highness, people are here!"

Here, Song Yuan and Fatty had just exchanged the good news. Outside the door, Ye Xuan had already returned with Huo Jianchuan and his group.

With the return of the palace soldiers, the entire prince's mansion became lively.

Song Yuan was the first to express that he was in a good mood today and could eat and drink whatever he wanted!

There is only one thing: you can’t get drunk and you can’t cause trouble!

"Open the banquet!"

Finally, with Song Yuan's order, all kinds of delicacies from land and sea were brought to the table.

A group of people started to scramble and the atmosphere instantly reached a climax.

If all the civil and military officials were still present, how could they be so casual?

Even Song Yuan had no scruples and ended up taking off his shirt and drinking with others.

The banquet lasted from noon to sunset.

After everyone had dispersed, Song Yuan finally had some time to relax.

He hurried into the backyard, looked at the pile of gifts, and rubbed his hands.

"How much would these things be worth if converted into gold and silver?"

"Alright, leave this to me. As the groom, you can't stay out all night on your wedding night, right?"

Aunt Ye Xuan had arrived a long time ago. When she heard Song Yuan sighing like this, she raised her head and urged him in a bad mood.

"Jing'er is drunk. Why don't you stop hanging around here and go keep her company?"

He secretly complained in his heart that the eldest prince was good in every way except that he was a little obsessed with money.

"I think Jing'er really doesn't need me."

Song Yuan shook his head: "You know your niece's temper. If I go to her after what happened today, won't she just stab me through with a gun?"

puff...

When Ye Xuan heard such aggrieved words, she laughed out loud.

Then his face turned serious: "What did you say about my Jing'er? Anyway, even if you say it to the sky today, I can't keep you here!"

As she spoke, Ye Xuan directly drove Song Yuan out.

Seeing that there was nothing to do around, Song Yuan finally had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into his own courtyard.

As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I saw my personal maid standing in front of the door with her head lowered.

Everyone in the mansion has been busy all day, and no matter who they are, they are a little overwhelmed.

"Okay, there's nothing for you to do here, go back and rest!"

Song Yuan walked forward and saw that the maid's eyes were red, and he couldn't help feeling distressed.

The little girl, however, looked up with a bit of stubbornness and said, "It's okay, Your Highness, I can do it!"

"It's not a matter of whether it's possible or not. You know what day it is today. Why don't you go back and have a good rest? Are you planning to eavesdrop on me at my door?" Song Yuan teased.

The maid's face immediately turned red.

In the end, with some helplessness, he turned around and left the courtyard.

"This girl..."

Seeing the maid disappear, Song Yuan smiled and shook his head. Turning to look at the door, Song Yuan felt a headache.

At this moment, Song Yuan could imagine it without even asking.

When Situ Jing was drunk, he must have cursed himself a lot.

Now, if you dare to act recklessly, you will definitely be in trouble in the end!

"Oh, never mind, let's just make do with it for one night!"

With some helplessness, Song Yuan pushed open the door and saw Situ Jing sleeping in a slumber on the bed. He suddenly felt a little pity in his heart.

No matter what, no matter how domineering this woman is, she is still his first wife in name.

When Song Yuan thought about what happened today, he felt a little guilty.

He walked to the head of the bed, sat next to Situ Jing, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked her cheek.

"I promise that I will repay you double what I owe you in the future."

"I will definitely make up for today's wedding. When the time comes, I will come to pick you up on a colorful cloud, wearing purple and gold armor!"

As he spoke, Song Yuan also felt drunk.

Unable to hold on any longer, he stood up, lay down on the table beside him, and fell into a deep sleep.

But Song Yuan didn't know that just when he was snoring.

Situ Jing, who was originally sleeping soundly, suddenly turned over and sat up.

Looking at Song Yuan in front of her, Situ Jing couldn't help but blush.

This guy looks so frivolous on weekdays, but I didn't expect that he could hold himself back tonight.

I originally wanted to take this opportunity to give him a good beating, considering this kid is lucky.

What's the point of talking about whether you owe someone anything or not... As long as the person is fine, what does it matter?

Situ Jing had originally made up her mind to pretend to be drunk and teach Song Yuan a lesson. Even if outsiders knew about it, they wouldn't be able to say anything.

But at this moment, he was so moved that he couldn't bear to do it.

Seeing Song Yuan's eyes closed and a look of fatigue between his brows, the prince's consort couldn't help but murmur.

"Since you still have some heart, I'll let you go this time!"

"Humph, you're lucky!"