Mother, I have returned to the throne.

"Your Highness, I, Zhao Xuan, have lived for half my life. Today, after listening to your words, I finally realized that I have lived like a dog!"

"Come on, since we're going to drink, how can we enjoy it here? I'll take you to a good place. The drinks there are extraordinary and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

After finding his life confidant, Fatty Zhao felt like he was injected with chicken blood.

Holding Song Yuan's hand, they came to the most prosperous restaurant in the capital.

With a wave of his hand, he filled the table.

In the end, even Wang Chao and Ma Han were allowed to sit in as an exception.

"Listen to me, today is the happiest day of my life. Your Highness's words have really enlightened me. Let me toast to Your Highness!"

"Brothers, to be honest, sometimes I really envy you. The old man said I'm not good at either literature or martial arts, and he trains me in horseback riding every day. If I had your physique, would he still scold me every day?"

"What about poetry and songs? They make me dizzy. I just like to think of new things. What's wrong with me? You find new ways to scold me every day, but I'm not a punching bag!"

After three rounds of drinks, the fat man completely let himself go.

He poured out his grievances in front of Song Yuan, wishing he could tell all the grievances he had suffered in his life for more than 20 years at once.

Song Yuan nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

Didn’t the original owner of this body have the same thoughts before I traveled through time?

When a person is down and out, even breathing is a sin.

Only Song Yuan, who had similar experiences with Zhao Xuan, could empathize with him.

"Your Highness, you don't know that if I were at home on normal days, I wouldn't dare come here on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month."

"Why?"

"Your Highness, I'm afraid you don't know what's next to this restaurant?"

Fatty Zhao made a face as he spoke, and this statement aroused Song Yuan's interest.

The person in front of me is a fat man. He is so bold that he dares to scold me in various ways in front of me.

I am His Highness, doesn't he have the courage to swallow the sky?

Aren’t there wolves and wild beasts next door to this restaurant?

what's going on?

Can I ask for two taels of meat if you come here?

"I lived in the palace for a long time and am not familiar with the imperial city. Is there anything special about it?" Song Yuan asked.

Fatty Zhao narrowed his eyes, and a hint of lust appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Your Highness, have you ever heard of the three words Fengya Tower?"

This place sounds a bit unorthodox!

Song Yuan had indeed never heard of such a name, but Song Yuan had experience!

In ancient imperial cities, aren’t all the buildings and pavilions there like brothels in TV dramas?

Is this little fat boy too weak?

Do you just think those women are monsters?

"You are afraid of your old man..." Song Yuan thought hard and came up with a reliable reason.

Fatty Zhao shook his head meaningfully. "Why should I be afraid of the old man? Both my father and my grandfather come here much more often than I do. A crow won't laugh at a black pig!"

"Your Highness, think about it. Since ancient times, scholars have always regarded themselves as romantic. What kind of a poetry gathering is this that a bunch of idle, poor scholars with nothing to do have to hold in Fengya Pavilion?"

"I feel so favored just by reciting a few sour poems and making a few sour couplets. Every time my grandfather hears a line of poetry that people praise, he turns around and scolds me!"

"Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month is torture for me. Naturally, I want to avoid it!"

Fatty Zhao sighed as he spoke, but Song Yuan couldn't see any disgust on his face.

You hate me, kid, with gnashing of teeth!

Why do I feel a bit regretful when I come across Fengyalou?

"Then don't you hate this place?" Song Yuan asked knowingly.

The fat man chuckled. "As long as you're a man, why would you hate a brothel? This Fengya Building is good in every way, especially the girls there... The way those little waists twist can seduce you!"

"My skills in bed are top-notch. I promise to serve you comfortably..."

As the fat man spoke, he gave Song Yuan a look that every man could understand.

But suddenly I realized that this was not the place to talk about such a topic in broad daylight.

He quickly scratched the back of his head.

"Your Highness, I don't really like going to Fengya Tower. To put it bluntly, I just can't bear to see those girls suffer. If I don't send some money to comfort them, wouldn't it seem like I have no heart?"

Hey, you're really a talented person!

You have such a thick skin to say such things!

Song Yuan wanted to give the fat man a thumbs up. You are the only one who can talk about that matter as if it were a charity!

However, in Song Yuan's view, the fat man's worries were nothing at all!

You need to think differently about this kind of thing!

"I'm not asking you, what is the purpose of those scholars writing poems and couplets?"

In order to enlighten the fat man, Song Yuan guided him immediately.

The fat man frowned slightly and gave an uncertain answer: "Is it to please those girls?"

"That's right!" Song Yuan nodded and continued.

"They only know how to recite poetry, so they can only use poetry to impress people, but you are different. You don't have poetry, but you have money!"

"Let me ask you, do those women prefer more money or more poetry?"

"If I were you, I'd pick the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month, go in and wave my hand, and I'll take all the girls for today. Do you think those scholars will still be in the mood to recite poems?"

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

After hearing the last part, the fat man suddenly felt enlightened. He nodded in agreement excitedly and rubbed his hands.

Seeing this guy, I wanted to stand up and try it on the spot.

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, do you want to play this for real?"

This guy is General Zhao's grandson after all. If he really does something stupid, General Zhao will find out that it was me who instigated him.

Given General Zhao’s tough character, wouldn’t he have blocked the palace gate and pointed at his nose and cursed him?

Song Yuan felt a pang of fear when he thought of this, and quickly coughed lightly, trying to steer the topic back on track.

"Ahem...some things can only be understood but not expressed in words. Whatever you want to think is up to you, so please don't bring it up on me!"

"I'm not looking for you to drink to talk about these things, I want to tell you something serious!"

When Song Yuan said this, the fat man was stunned.

If we're not brothers, why are you looking for me to talk about serious matters?

"Your Highness, are you kidding me? With our reputations, what serious business could we possibly have together?"

No, I suspect you are scolding me!

When Song Yuan heard the fat man's questioning, he felt a little uncomfortable. I am well-educated and talented, so why can't I talk about business?

We are both getting rich and living a well-off life. Aren't we much better off than those poor scholars?

"Listen to me first. In that ancient book I read before, besides chess, there are many other clever things. If you use them as a leisure activity on a daily basis, they are truly a perfect choice!"

"Chess isn't a long-term strategy after all, but if we could keep changing things up and release a new model every month, just imagine how much money we could make..."

When the fat man heard this, his eyes lit up and the fat on his face trembled.

There was no need for Song Yuan to say much, he just expressed his attitude directly.

"Your Highness, if you have this intention, trust me and just leave it to me. You provide the ideas, and I'll provide the money and the effort. Then we'll make a 50/50 difference!"

Hey, you're on the right track, kid!

Song Yuan nodded secretly. This is how it is to talk to smart people, easy and pleasant.

He was about to delve deeper into the topic and extend the discussion.

A disgusting voice suddenly came to Mei Chengxiang's ears.

"Look who this is! Two losers meet each other. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. It's true. Two idiots sitting at the same table. Hey, isn't that a coincidence?"

Song Yuan frowned and raised his head. From a distance, he saw the Fourth Prince swaggering towards him with many of his cronies.

Such a statement is clearly directed at these two people!

The other party has already shit on him, how can Song Yuan endure it?

"Fourth brother, you've come just in time. I'm getting married soon. Come, come, sit down. I want to discuss something with you..."

Song Yuan waved his hand and asked to borrow money again, and the Fourth Prince's face suddenly turned as pale as pig liver.

Thinking of the experience at the banquet, veins bulged on the Fourth Prince's forehead.

"Calling you brother, do you really think you're such a big shot? I'm telling you, I was giving you some face in the palace before, but now that you're out of the palace, if you dare to bother me again, believe it or not, I'll turn on you."