Rebirth: Making a Fortune in Ancient Times

A few days later, Xiaohua returned to the Zhao residence with her entourage. From afar, she could see a group of people standing in front of the gate, with Master Zhao at the very front; they had all come out to greet her.

With a polite smile on her face, she stepped down from the carriage, supported by Granny Hua and her maid.

"mother"

"mother"

The two boys, seeing her alight from the carriage, broke free from their wet nurses and rushed towards her. She quickly opened her arms to catch them, then kissed each of them on the forehead and said...

"What if you fall down because you're so reckless?"

As they were talking, Master Zhao walked up with a smile, took her arm, and asked with concern.

"Madam, was your journey tiring?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. Granny Hua and the maids and servants have been very helpful and have made arrangements for the whole journey. I don't feel tired at all."

"Good," Master Zhao nodded with satisfaction to the people following behind Xiao Hua after hearing her words, and then continued...

"Since Madam praises you so highly, it seems you have indeed done a good job. Each of you shall be rewarded with a month's salary."

Hearing Master Zhao's words, those who followed Xiaohua were overjoyed, their fatigue from days of travel vanishing instantly. They all knelt down to thank their master for the reward, much to the envy of those who hadn't had the chance to follow Xiaohua. Everyone in the manor knew that the master now listened to this lady the most, and those who followed her received the most rewards.

That evening, Xiaohua told Master Zhao about her trip to the capital. When he heard that her family could actually connect with the Princess Zhenguo and the Marquis Dingguo, he was so happy that he immediately grabbed Xiaohua's face and showered her with kisses, calling her "my darling" and "my precious darling" over and over again.

Without wasting any time, only one day later, Master Zhao had settled things at home and then took Xiaohua and his two sons to the capital.

At this time, Zhang Youtie and Liu had received the letter from Zhangjia Village and learned that Xiaohua had found her way home. They couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"That child was only six years old when he went missing. It's truly amazing that he found himself more than ten years later," Zhang Youtie said.

"Yes, we only knew that child was smart, but we didn't expect him to have such a good memory. Some children are still slow-witted even at eight or nine years old," Liu continued.

Just a few days after the two said this, a doorman delivered a visiting card.

When Lady Liu opened the package, she found that Xiao Hua wanted to bring her husband to thank the Marquis and his wife for saving her parents' lives. Lady Liu was also curious to see how Xiao Hua was doing, so she immediately agreed.

Master Zhao was surprised that he had entered the Marquis's mansion so easily, and his regard for Xiaohua grew even stronger. The meeting was a pleasant one for both host and guest. Madam Liu treated Xiaohua like a junior, and although she felt sorry for her past and that she had married a man so much older than herself, seeing Master Zhao's respect and courtesy towards Xiaohua, and learning that Xiaohua now had two sons to rely on, she felt much relieved.

After returning from the capital, Master Zhao found that negotiating business deals was much smoother than before. Some deals that had previously fallen through were revived, with clients offering terms he had never dared to dream of before, wanting to cooperate with the Zhao family. Master Zhao wasn't a fool; he knew all of this was related to the Marquis's mansion, and all of it was thanks to Xiao Hua. So, before Xiao Hua's birthday, he personally went to Zhangjia Village to pick up his parents-in-law, just to give Xiao Hua a surprise.

In Zhangjia Village, the men who had gone to fight, whom everyone had been eagerly awaiting, returned. However, many others did not make it back. Among those who did return, many were disabled; some were missing an arm, some a leg, some had gruesome scars on their faces, and some were missing an eye or an ear.

When Dayong's wife saw Zhang Dayong alive and well, she was so moved that she burst into tears, relieved that he was still whole. However, after taking off her husband's clothes that night, she almost screamed, and Dayong hadn't covered her mouth in time.

Da Yong's chest was almost split in two, with a long scar like a centipede crawling across his body, a horrifying sight. Besides this, there were many other wounds, large and small.

"What happened to you? These past few battles have been quite difficult, haven't they?" Dayong's wife asked.

“Even if it’s easy, there will still be casualties. I’m only saying it’s easy compared to previous wars. This scar is from when we were chasing the remnants of the Prince of Ding’an, but it’s completely healed now and doesn’t hurt anymore,” Dayong comforted his wife.

Even though that's what he said, Dayong's wife still felt heartbroken and kept crying. But then she heard Dayong continue...

"I'm actually alright. I'm only lucky to have the medicine I bought from Xiaxia. If it weren't for that medicine, I probably wouldn't be back now."

Even as she cried, Dayong's wife didn't forget to correct him.

"Stop calling her Xiaxia, Xiaxia. She is now the Princess Zhenguo."

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. Thank goodness for reminding me, my wife." Da Yong bowed, trying to make his wife happy.

“Didn’t most people in our village buy Princess’s medicine? Why are there still so many disabled people?” Dayong’s wife asked again.

"Although this medicine is very effective for knife and sword wounds, it can't make a severed arm or leg grow back. The same goes for eyes and ears; once they're gone, they're gone. It can make the wound heal quickly, but the things that are gone can't grow back."

Meanwhile, a major event was unfolding in Li Family Village. Li's second uncle's cousin had just returned and was about to divorce his wife.

"Ah Zhe, what are you doing? You just got back today, why are you already divorcing your wife? Are you having an affair?" Li's second aunt asked with great concern, looking at her son's missing arm. Now that he's disabled, if he divorces his wife, he might have a hard time finding another wife!

"Mother, ask her what she's done!" The man called A-Zhe pointed at his wife, trembling with anger.

"Ah Zhe's wife, what have you done? Your husband has finally returned from the battlefield, and what shameful thing have you done?" Li's second aunt scolded the woman beside her, who was shrinking back and not daring to speak.

"Oh...oh...it's nothing? I...I don't know what's wrong with Ah Zhe." Although the woman shrank back, she didn't admit that she was wrong at all.

"Ah Zhe, listen to your mother, let's stop making a fuss and go to bed to rest. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"Mother, invite all the elders of the clan tomorrow. I want to divorce my wife. Send a message to Seventh Sister as well. I want to divorce my wife." A-Zhe shouted as if he had collapsed.

"Okay, okay, okay, Mother promises you, we'll divorce your wife tomorrow." Aunt Li, the second aunt, thought her youngest son was upset because of his disability, so she quickly agreed. She thought she'd get through tonight and then properly persuade him tomorrow.

"Ah Zhe, I know I was wrong. Please don't divorce me. I'll serve you well from now on. I promise I'll serve you well. Please don't divorce me." When Ah Zhe's wife heard her mother-in-law agree to her husband's request to divorce her, she knelt down in front of Ah Zhe with a thud, hugging his legs and pleading bitterly.