After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

The next day, Gan Cai'er returned to the Gan residence and told Wei Yulan the news she had heard from Zhu Xiaoxiao.

When Gan Cai'er arrived home, Wei Yulan was in her room looking at the account books and calculating the profits of each shop. After hearing the purpose of her visit, Wei Yulan put down her abacus.

"If officials from the capital come down, Danzhou Prefecture will definitely be bustling with activity, and there will be all sorts of gatherings and banquets. Taking this opportunity to get to know some people and show off is indeed a good idea."

"How about this, I'll send a letter to the sisters in Danzhou Prefecture and ask them to find a way to get you an invitation to a big banquet."

"Alright, you can go home and wait."

"Mother, is that all?!"

Gan Cai'er slightly opened her eyes and glanced at Wei Yulan. The latter's overly relaxed and casual attitude made Gan Cai'er uneasy.

Officials in the Hanlin Academy are close advisors to the emperor, favorites of the emperor! To even see them, you have to rack your brains to squeeze in. How come it was just a matter of a few words from her mother?

Why does she think it's so unreliable?

"Heh, how difficult do you think it will be?" Wei Yulan glanced at her sideways. "The grander the banquet, the more songs and dances are needed to liven things up, especially since it's a gathering of literati."

"Those self-righteous scholars are mostly hypocrites, their minds full of wicked thoughts. They frequent brothels and taverns."

"Don't worry, although your mother has been away from Danzhou Prefecture for many years, she still has connections. An invitation is nothing to her."

Having said that, Wei Yulan waved her hand impatiently, trying to shoo Gan Cai'er away. Today, she still had a large stack of account books to review, and she didn't have time to chat with Gan Cai'er.

After hearing Wei Yulan's explanation, Gan Cai'er felt much relieved. With her mind at ease, she was in a good mood. So she looked around the room, and seeing that Wei Yulan was engrossed in the account books and ignoring her, a thought suddenly struck her.

"Mother, I also want to learn how to do business," Gan Cai'er said ingratiatingly to Wei Yulan.

"You? No way." Wei Yulan didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Why can't I do it?" Gan Cai'er retorted.

"You're stupid."

"Mother!!!" Gan Cai'er was furious and grabbed Wei Yulan's hand.

Wei Yulan was exasperated by her nagging. Helplessly, she looked up and said, "Why did you suddenly want to go into business? Your dowry alone is enough for the Lan family to live on for two generations. Wouldn't it be better if you just stayed a good young mistress of the Lan family?"

"Oh no!" Gan Cai'er shook her head as expected.

"The Lan family's wealth is too meager. If we rely solely on my dowry, we'll eventually run out of money. I need to learn some ways to make money."

Gan Cai'er was terrified of poverty. She never wanted to experience the days of destitution and hunger she had lived in her previous life. In this life, she was determined to hold onto money tightly.

"Besides, Mother is so capable, I, as her daughter, can't be any less capable, right? Otherwise, people will laugh at me." Gan Cai'er smiled ingratiatingly.

Although Gan Cai'er was flattering him, there was nothing wrong with what she said.

The Gan family became the richest family in Qingshui Town, owning seven or eight out of ten of the town's industries, thanks to Wei Yulan, not Gan Maoguo.

Gan Maoguo was an honest and straightforward businessman who established himself on his integrity and honesty. Before Wei Yulan married into the family, the Gan family's business was thriving, but it was far from being the most successful in Qingshui Town.

Having spent over a decade in the entertainment industry, Wei Yulan had long since developed a remarkable ability to navigate social situations, accumulating a vast network of connections and acting decisively and efficiently.

Since she married Gan Maoguo, the Gan family's business has skyrocketed. In less than three years, the Gan family became the richest family in Qingshui Town, a position they still hold today.

Hearing Gan Cai'er's sweet words, Wei Yulan chuckled. She put down the account book in her hand, ruffled Gan Cai'er's hair, and said with a smile, "You, you're just born with a good mouth, you're good at making people happy."

"You've never had a concept of money since you were little. You spend money like water, you're honest, and you have a spoiled temper. You can't stand the slightest bit of anger. You're not cut out for business."

"However, if you only want to make money, you don't necessarily have to start your own business."

As soon as Wei Yulan finished speaking, a pair of soft hands draped over her shoulders, vigorously massaging her. Looking up, she saw Gan Cai'er looking at her with a solicitous expression.

Wei Yulan sighed inwardly, thinking that the young girl really did grow up as soon as she got married; even the heartless girl knew to think about the future.

Sigh, just how poor is the Lan family? If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have taught her that flawed method and let her marry into the Lan family.

"If you're really interested, take some time to come over, and I'll teach you how to read the ledgers first."

Gan Cai'er happily agreed. Since her rebirth, two major concerns had finally been resolved.

Inside the Lan residence on the other side

Zhang Li took a letter and went into the study.

"Young master, a letter has arrived from the capital."

Lan Tingzhou reached out and took the letter, pulled out the paper, and read it twice. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

"Uncle Zhang, Qingning is coming to Danzhou."

"Young Master Lu is coming? That's wonderful!" Zhang Li exclaimed with delight.

“Yes, Elder Lu of the Hanlin Academy is coming to Danzhou for an inspection tour, and Qingning is coming with him,” Lantingzhou said.

"It's been over ten years since we parted ways in Kyoto. Time really flies." Zhang Li couldn't help but sigh. "Young Master, when will Young Master Lu arrive? This old servant will prepare some fine wine and dishes to await him."

"No need," Lan Tingzhou shook his head.

"Qing Ning came here to protect Lord Lu's safety. Wherever Lord Lu is, he will be there. He probably won't have time to come to Qingshui Town."

"So, young master, you mean you're going to Danzhou Prefecture?"

Lantingzhou remained silent, seemingly acquiescing.

Zhang Li paused, as if thinking of something, and then carefully said, "It takes at least a day to get from Qingshui Town to Danzhou Prefecture. How are we going to explain this to the young mistress?"

Upon hearing Zhang Li mention Gan Cai'er, Lan Tingzhou frowned slightly and felt a headache coming on.

Lan Tingzhou and Lu Qingning had a special relationship that couldn't be easily revealed to others. Their correspondence was always handled and delivered by highly reliable people.

Before the marriage, he might have had a way to appease her, but after the marriage, given Gan Cai'er's intense scrutiny, let alone leaving for three or four days, even leaving for one day would likely cause her to search the whole world for him, making it known to everyone.

Lan Tingzhou reached out and rubbed his forehead.

"How about you take your young mistress with you, young master?" Zhang Li tentatively suggested.

He chuckled and said, "Speaking of which, since the young master got married, he hasn't taken his young mistress out for a trip yet. This trip to Danzhou Prefecture is quite suitable."

Lan Tingzhou glanced at Zhang Li. How much had he received from Gan Cai'er to speak up for her like this? Zhang Li was a loyal servant of the Lan family, who had followed them all the way from the capital.

Seeing Lan Tingzhou's indifferent gaze sweep over him, Zhang Li immediately fell silent.

He's only doing this for the young master's sake. The old lady is too strict, and the young master and young mistress don't act like a newlywed couple at all.

Are you going on a honeymoon?

Lan Tingzhou slowly stroked the table with his fingers, his eyes slightly lowered; it wasn't entirely unacceptable.