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

“Boss Huang went to the south to purchase goods a few months ago. He only recently returned, just in time for the Chinese New Year,” Lu Qingning said.

"Where is his shop located?" Lan Tingzhou asked.

"Here, this is his home address and the addresses of his three shops," Lu Qingning said, handing over a slip of paper.

Lan Tingzhou reached out and took it, saying, "Qingning, thank you so much this time."

"It's just a favor, so there's no question of whether it's a favor or not. However, I think it would be pointless for you to go to him about the house in the East City."

Lan Tingzhou looked at the person sitting casually in front of him, his brow furrowing slightly, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

“I had someone ask you about it a few days ago. Mr. Huang said he has already sold that house. Anyone who wants to buy it should find the real owner. He's just there to help with the deed and transfer of ownership.”

"Then who is the real owner of the house?" Lan Tingzhou asked calmly.

“Oh, Mr. Huang didn’t mention that,” Lu Qingning said.

"Then we still have to find him?" Lan Tingzhou chuckled.

"No, you've already bought a new house, why are you still thinking about that one in the East District? Do you mean you're going to buy two more?" Lu Qingning looked completely confused.

"I won't buy it." Lan Tingzhou lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I just have some doubts and want to ask about them."

"What doubts do you have? Tell me quickly." Lu Qingning couldn't help but ask curiously.

Lanting Zhou smiled but did not answer.

The owner, Huang Yuan, was a silk merchant from the south who came to Kyoto. His business was neither large nor small; he owned three shops in Kyoto. He was frugal by nature and reluctant to spend money, employing very few people and doing everything himself, constantly running between the three shops. Therefore, he was difficult to book.

Lan Tingzhou sent out invitations several times, and on the fifth time, she finally managed to arrange a meeting with him.

The two agreed to meet at a teahouse next to the Caiyuan Silk Shop. Lan Tingzhou booked a private room and arrived 25 minutes early.

Huang Yuan arrived right on time, almost at the last minute. He was short and stout, with a round face and body, giving him a rather prosperous appearance.

"Lan Jieyuan, I have long admired your name. Meeting you today, I can see that you are indeed a dragon among men. It is a pleasure to meet you~~~" Huang Yuan's face was full of smiles, and he kept praising you as if you didn't care about money.

Actually, his flattery wasn't too outrageous. Lan Tingzhou was already quite well-known in the capital, and even throughout the entire Dayong Dynasty. After all, in the history of the imperial examinations over the past century, there had never been a prodigy who had achieved first place in four different categories in one go.

Now, the miracle of the Orchid Pavilion Boat is being told everywhere.

"Mr. Huang, you're too kind." Lan Tingzhou bowed slightly.

Huang Yuan was immediately flattered and his eyes widened slightly.

It should be noted that in the Dayong Dynasty, small merchants had a very low social status, and scholars looked down on them, believing that they were servile and obsequious for a few copper coins, lacking any integrity, and were not worthy of being associated with.

Lan Tingzhou was not only the top scholar in the provincial examination, but also a once-in-a-century genius, yet he treated him with great respect... At this moment, Huang Yuan's heart was filled with gratitude, and his goodwill towards Lan Tingzhou increased even more.

Treat everyone with courtesy, regardless of their social status.

Indeed, this is a true gentleman! A truly learned person!

"I wonder what brings Scholar Lan to see me?" Huang Yuan's words now carried a greater sincerity.

"Mr. Huang, do you own a house on Ziwu Street in the East City?" Lan Tingzhou asked.

“Oh, is that what you’re asking about, Scholar Lan? I did have one, but that house isn’t mine anymore; it was sold a few months ago,” Huang Yuan said.

“But I checked with the Jingzhao Prefecture, and the house is still registered under Boss Huang’s name.”

“Heh, heh, that’s right. That’s what the new homeowner requested. He said the house was bought for someone else, and once they arrive in Kyoto, I’ll handle the transfer of ownership,” Huang Yuan explained cheerfully.

"Lan Jieyuan, you should know that you can encounter all sorts of strange and unusual things in the capital. We small business owners just want to make money smoothly. We don't ask about anything else."

Huang Yuan's words were veiled, but the meaning was clear: the buyer didn't want anyone to know.

Upon hearing this, Lan Tingzhou remained silent for a moment, then slowly tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Mr. Huang, if I want to buy this house, how do I contact the owner?"

“You can come directly to the house. I heard the homeowner has already arranged for a housekeeper and servants to come to the house.”

"Then do you know how to address the homeowner?"

"Oh, his surname is Meng."