The three-year-old host decides to raise an emperor father for himself.

Xuanyuan Lanjia ultimately helped Xiaolanxing resolve this matter.

Fortunately, she learned about Xiao Lanxing's attitude towards the restaurant today, otherwise she would have had to think it over.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lanxing and Xuan Yuanjing checked into a manor near the experimental field. Even though the accommodations there were not as nice as those in the Taiji Palace, the little girl was still very happy.

After surveying the room, the little girl ran out, skipping and hopping, heading straight for the oil press.

Yes, there is an oil press near the village, using the same oil pressing method that the little girl gave him a long time ago.

Rapeseed oil is now available on the market, though not in large quantities, but it's still big news for ordinary people, and it initially caused quite a stir among the public.

This matter didn't cause much of a stir within upper-class circles.

Firstly, few people in the upper echelons of society personally make purchases; those in charge are usually stewards or servants in the mansion. Some of these masters don't even know the market prices, let alone take the initiative to inquire at the market.

Secondly, vegetable oil and animal oil taste different. Even if someone is curious after hearing about it, their tongue, which has not been exposed to strong flavors, can easily taste the difference and will find it somewhat unpleasant.

In fact, the sales of rapeseed oil were not great at first. After all, it was a new product and something that was ingested. At that time, people were not so particular about what they ate, and they still hesitated for a while.

The widespread availability of rapeseed oil in the market was truly due to the advent of stir-frying.

Stir-fried dishes... smell so good!

But even a wealthy family couldn't afford to cook with animal fat every single meal!

It's not that the price is unbearable, it's that the quantity is insufficient!

Then everyone noticed—oh! There's an alternative here!

Then, someone found out that this thing originally appeared in Prince Jing's mansion.

Everyone: Oh!

Alright! The Prince Jing's residence, that's definitely no problem!

This is, of course, because since Xiao Lanxing came into this world, she has brought out all sorts of novelties, and over time, everyone has developed a habitual way of thinking.

Nowadays, most of the vegetable oil in Beijing is distributed from the oil pressing workshops next to the manor.

The people working in the oil press were villagers from nearby villages.

The wages are paid by the estate, the labor is provided by the village, and for the time being, half of the materials are purchased and the other half are supplied by the farmland under Xuanyuan Jing's name.

As for Xiao Lanxing's idea...

"To avoid being held hostage by material suppliers in the future, it would be best to be self-sufficient in materials." Xiao Lanxing stood at the entrance of the oil press, peering inside and listening to the shouts of the young and strong laborers inside. She nodded her little head and said, "However, our oil press is a public facility. We sell oil now, but once the market stabilizes, it can be converted into a place that helps others press oil."

Xuanyuan Jing changed into a simple cloth outfit similar to that of the local villagers. Standing behind the little girl, he heard her words, lowered his eyes, and calmly watched her back. He was filled with emotion.

No matter how many times, he would feel a little ashamed when the little girl was so generous.

But then I thought, this generous, tolerant, and even somewhat divine young girl is my own daughter, and I felt a sense of satisfaction welling up from the bottom of my heart.

This is my daughter.

This is my daughter, all by myself.

This is... my daughter who holds me dear.

Seeing her makes me feel that all the bad things I've experienced in the past don't matter anymore.

Even occasionally, Xuanyuan Jing would think back to his mother.

He is actually not a person who likes to reminisce about the past. At his age, most young people probably don't look back often either. It's only when people reach middle age that they start to reminisce about the past, as if the whole world has become assimilated.

Before being tricked into falling into a coma, Xuan Yuanjing was always a person who strides forward, seemingly having forgotten everything in the past, whether pleasant or unpleasant.

But after experiencing all that, and realizing he had been deceived emotionally, Xuan Yuanjing received a warm and bright star before falling into the abyss, which fell into his arms.

The darkness receded, and he walked on the bright road again, the sun close at hand, bright and hot but not harmful.

Then, Xuanyuan Jing thought of his mother.

Xuanyuan Jing's birth mother died very early, and before her death, she had already begun to fall out of favor.

Even the young Xuanyuan Jing sensed this, but she rarely showed any signs of sadness in front of him.

She always seemed to be smiling, smiling gently in front of him, as if seeing him made all her worries disappear.

As a child, Xuanyuan Jing did not understand.

But now he feels he should understand.

Perhaps, in her memory, her mother was also like "Little Lanxing".

"Daddy, do you want to go take a look at the toilets on that estate over there? I think the palace could have a few like that too." Little Lanxing turned her head, smiling brightly as she opened her arms to the man, wanting a hug.

Xuanyuan Jing smiled, bent down, and picked the person up in his arms, but still found their behavior of visiting the toilet strange: "The people on that estate have been living there for a while now, are you sure we want to go see it?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lanxing paused for a moment, then changed the subject: "Ah, Daddy, let's go to the fields and take a look at the winter wheat before it gets dark."

Xuanyuan Jing smiled and said, "Okay."

He thought that if his mother were still alive, she would definitely love and cherish Xingxing very much.

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In mid-February, Gu Mingxin, who had been away from the capital for almost a year, finally returned after several invitations from the new emperor.

Upon arriving in the capital, before Gu Mingxin could even find a place to live, she was directly invited into the palace.

Upon seeing Xuan Yuanjing, who was dressed in casual clothes but exuded an even greater aura than before, Gu Mingxin was only briefly stunned before bowing her head in deep salute.

He was only halfway through his action when Xuan Yuanjing, who had a smile on his face, helped him up.

Xuanyuan Jing said, "It's been a long time since we last met. Your politeness today makes me a little uncomfortable."

Gu Mingxin said solemnly, "Your Majesty is not the same as before, this humble subject..."

Xuanyuan Jing coughed lightly, interrupting the words he was about to utter, and said instead, "I have been waiting for you for quite some time. If you do not return soon, my daughter's investiture ceremony will be incomplete."

Gu Mingxin was taken aback.

Later, Gu Mingxin learned that Xuan Yuanjing planned to take it one step at a time and appoint her as the Crown Princess on Xuan Yuanlanxing's fifth birthday, with the title Qian Yuan.

Gu Mingxin: ...

Gu Mingxin hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Gu Mingxin fell into deep thought.

Gu Mingxin, still in a daze, asked, "Your Majesty... you are so open and honest with me, this humble subject..."

I, an ordinary citizen, want to go home.