Mother, I have returned to the throne.

In the palace, in front of his father, the Fourth Prince naturally paid attention to his image.

But now we are outside the palace.

Who the hell do I care who you are?

You're just a piece of trash. Even if I beat you up today, you wouldn't dare to bite me!

"Don't think that just because your father has been paying attention to you these past two days, you can turn into a phoenix. Let me tell you, a person's wealth and status are determined from the moment they are born. You were born into an imperial family, but unfortunately, your mother was of low status!"

"You're a dying person, do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"

The fourth prince took a few steps forward and stood in front of Song Yuan.

He spoke in a low voice!

When Song Yuan heard someone mention his mother, he was slightly stunned.

This guy is the first one who dares to say this since he traveled through time.

The Fourth Prince in front of me is really not afraid of death!

Song Yuan sneered in his heart and spoke directly, revealing the scars of the Fourth Prince.

"I forgot that you, Fourth Brother, are of extraordinary status. Otherwise, why did Father insist on having you all kneel down in the Imperial Palace?"

"I remember that Fourth Brother was kicked by Father. That kick seemed pretty heavy. I hope Fourth Brother wasn't hurt?"

"You..." Hearing Song Yuan bring up the old story again, the Fourth Prince flew into a rage.

But how could Song Yuan give him a chance to speak after all he said?

"Fourth brother, you are right. I am indeed a dying man, but I will die on the battlefield. Even if I die, it will be a free and easy death!"

"But based on the relationship between me and Fourth Brother, don't worry, I will definitely remember your voice and appearance. Even if I am in the underworld, I will still miss Fourth Brother!"

"Maybe by chance, I can even get a good look at my fourth brother in my dream. Don't panic then, fourth brother. After all, we are brothers. How could I possibly harm you?"

"You...you are such a bastard!" Song Yuan's words frightened the Fourth Prince.

You're on your way out, don't come and find me as a scapegoat!

Looking at Song Yuan again, the Fourth Prince felt even more disdainful.

A dying man and a notorious loser, why should I bother with these two guys?

"Let's go!"

The Fourth Prince waved his hand, and Song Yuan deliberately tried to persuade him to stay.

"Fourth brother, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Why don't you sit down and chat with me?"

You two are losers. I'm afraid people will gossip if I sit with you!

This time, the Fourth Prince didn't even bother to reply and quickened his pace.

but.

After the group had distanced themselves from each other, the followers behind the Fourth Prince immediately began to ask questions.

"Fourth Prince, is what the First Prince said true? Is he really going to go to the battlefield and fight the barbarians with swords?"

"How could it be false? His Majesty issued the imperial decree in front of all the civil and military officials! If it were to be taken back, how could anyone agree?"

"That's right. It's not worth arguing with a dying man. This guy offended the high priest at the banquet and killed him. Once he reaches the border, the barbarians will definitely be jealous. I don't think he can survive even a week!"

The group followed Song Yuan's topic and had an extremely heated discussion.

And this is exactly the result Song Yuan wanted!

Through the mouths of these people, he once again stirred up the rumors that he was about to go to the border.

By that time, the three of them will be in the market, and everyone will be discussing this topic.

Even if my cheap father wants to change his mind, he should probably consider other people's opinions, right?

"Oh right, that's where we were talking about before!"

After watching the group leave, Song Yuan returned to his original position and reminded Fatty Zhao in front of him.

Fatty Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this.

An idea suddenly popped up in my mind.

You're about to go to the frontier to die, and you're still discussing with me how to make money?

This money can be earned but not spent.

Are you going to leave it to your concubine?

By then, that woman will take your money, beat your children, and spend it on wine and women outside.

See what you think, kid!

Fatty Zhao curled his lips, thinking that Song Yuan was also a miserable person.

The two of them together can be considered a team.

Where else can I find such a close friend?

……

In the next few days, Song Yuan was busy.

Frequently get together with Fatty Zhao.

Let’s discuss their money-making plan!

During this time together, Fatty Zhao's eyes were broadened.

Song Yuan could come up with several different drawings within a single night.

The props drawn on the drawing are varied.

There are feather dusters and paper kites.

It sounds a bit ridiculous, but it looks even simpler.

But the fat man realized its value at a glance, and he made a batch of samples in just a few days!

Song Yuan was also extremely surprised at the fat man's level!

I have to say, if this guy were put into real society, he would at least be a scientist!

I just need to be responsible for drawing the pictures. This guy has a pair of skillful hands and can turn my ideas into reality in half a day at most!

Not only that, the fat man’s round head is full of all kinds of wonderful ideas.

Create the original object, and even make some modifications based on the original!

Some seemingly insignificant details even made Song Yuan marvel frequently.

Although what he made were just some simple things, it was enough to show the fat man's business acumen!

The meeting between the two was like a blessing after a long drought, and they learned from each other's strengths.

That night, before leaving, Song Yuan gave the fat man some instructions.

"Remember, the things I took out must be kept secret. Also, don't rush to use them!"

"Remember, first secretly accumulate a certain number, then when the time comes, compete and throw them all out!"

The simple props Song Yuan provided, though fanciful, were definitely not difficult.

Even for a normal person, it would not be a problem to imitate it if they spend some time.

If the fat man took it out in advance, he would not make any money but instead someone else would learn his skills.

That would be a missed opportunity to make money!

In Song Yuan's words, we only want to make the first pot of gold. As long as we can monopolize the industry when it is most profitable, we don't mind giving others a share afterwards.

After hearing this, the fat man nodded in agreement.

As usual, after the two of them finished discussing the important matters, Song Yuan immediately stood up and was about to leave!

The only difference was that the fat man was a little hesitant, but finally blocked Song Yuan's way.

"Your Highness, today is the first day of the lunar year. I was wondering if I could go with you to Fengya Tower to enjoy the food?"

The fat guy is often called a loser. Although he has a flamboyant personality, he doesn't have any friends at all!

After the two of them had been together for a few days, the fat man had already unknowingly regarded Song Yuan as his close friend.

When it comes to pursuing women, it's inevitable to feel lonely when you're alone.

I just want Song Yuan to be with me. Wouldn't it be more free and easy to have someone to share with?

"Fengya Tower is a brothel, a place for prostitutes. I'm getting married soon, so I'm afraid it's not a good idea, right?"

Song Yuan was immediately tempted by the invitation, but when he thought of his family's skills, he could only swallow his saliva.

Having fun for a night, and then being scolded by your family later, this deal is not worth it!

The fat man suddenly became excited and started to correct Song Yuan.

"Your Highness, you are wrong. Who are you? You are a prince!"

"As His Majesty's heir, you naturally have to share His Majesty's worries and oversee the empire. On a daily basis, you should visit more often, sympathize with the people, and understand their sufferings. Is there anything wrong with this?"

Hey, you're really a fucking genius!

After hearing what the fat man said, even Song Yuan changed his mind.

The original sense of guilt disappeared, and even a sense of mission emerged!

That’s right, I’m doing this to show my sympathy for the people and conduct a private visit!

Even if my mother-in-law comes, I will just share your Majesty's worries!

What's wrong with me being so positive?

"If that's what you say... then it's my duty to show sympathy for the people!"

"What are you still standing there for? Let's go!"