Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Jiang Siting had her black hair braided into three small braids and tied at the back of her head. She wore a light blue floral dress with a low neckline, and her skin was as white as snow.

Big, plain, and white.

Zheng Qian opened the door and welcomed her into his home, personally brewing honeysuckle tea to entertain her.

If you don't love gold or silver, then you must love tea.

Jiang Siting blinked her peach blossom eyes, and her fiery red lips drank tea three times, leaving red marks on the teacup, yet the cup remained full of tea.

"Did Chief Escort Zheng's trip go smoothly?"

"Thanks to you, young lady, I'm able to have tea here. Thank you."

Leaning back in his armchair, Zheng Qian stared intently at Jiang Siting. He felt that Jiang Siting was different today than the previous two times, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

"Isn't it a bit disrespectful for Chief Escort Zheng to keep staring at people like that?"

"You do not understand."

Zheng Qian's lips curled up.

"Looking is a sign of respect, and looking continuously is a sign of continued respect."

Jiang Siting gently pulled her hair behind her ear; Zheng Qian gave her a different feeling.

He's thick-skinned, respects women, thinks differently from others, and is emotionally stable.

A person with stable emotions is a terrifying enemy and a safe friend.

Upon seeing Jiang Siting's ears, Zheng Qian noticed a difference between Jiang Siting today and the previous two times they met.

Today is even more beautiful.

Beauty is not about looks; Zheng Qian is not that superficial.

As he got up and approached Jiang Siting, a faint fragrance wafted over, making Zheng Qian unable to resist closing his eyes to enjoy it.

This fragrance is a blend of many different floral scents.

It tastes like nature, without any additives.

"Chief Escort Zheng..."

"Shh..."

Zheng Qian held out his finger to quiet Jiang Siting, and after a minute he opened his eyes, lay down on the armchair and began to recite poetry.

"Jiang is as beautiful as a fairy, and my heart longs for her like the tide. She stands gracefully in the wind and smiles, her fragrance wafting under the moonlit bridge."

"Hehe, Chief Escort Zheng seems very serious, but I didn't expect him to be so good at flirting."

Jiang Siting's face was fair with a rosy glow, and her big eyes shone brightly. She bit her lip and continued speaking.

"Your acrostic poem, 'Jiang Siting Xiang,' is very delightful, but 'Si Jun' is not appropriate. 'Si Jin' would suit my temperament better."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Keep your beauty under wraps. I've sealed my heart with cement, so I won't hold back when I speak to you."

"You've really gotten carried away after I just gave you a few compliments. What I wanted to say is that you look even more beautiful and smell even better today, and that your rouge is really high-end. Besides, at your age, most girls would have already had several sons by now. You're more likely to be thinking about gold and women."

Jiang Siting pouted.

“I am different from them; I am the master of my own life.”

Zheng Qian didn't bother to reply. A woman's strength isn't because she's actually strong; it's just that she hasn't met a man who can make her weak.

Women are strange creatures. Once she's been to a high-end restaurant, she'll assume she belongs to that demographic. Even if she only earns enough for a bowl of rice noodles a month, her ideal partner must be someone who frequents high-end restaurants.

If you're not a high-end restaurant patron, I'm sorry, you're not hardworking enough, you're not good enough for me.

Jiang Siting, who can earn the equivalent of ten cows just by singing and playing music every night, is someone Wu Yanguo doesn't think much of.

At least Zheng Qian didn't think that Jiang Siting would be interested in him, and that she must have some ulterior motive for coming to him.

As expected, Jiang Siting took out a small box, placed it on the tea table, and slowly began to speak.

"Chief Escort Zheng has excellent taste. The rouge I use was developed by my mother. I am the only one in the entire Wuyan Kingdom who can make it. I wonder if Chief Escort Zheng would be interested in cooperating?"

Cooperation?

Zheng Qian opened the small box, inside was pure white rouge, the fragrance of which was even purer than that of Jiang Siting.

After all, Jiang Siting had other scents on her, which mixed things up.

Apply a little to the back of your hand and rub it in. You'll feel a cooling sensation, and your skin will appear whiter.

I put my hands in the sun and left them there for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The fragrance lasted without fading, and my skin didn't feel uncomfortable. The areas where I applied the rouge didn't appear dry.

It is hard to imagine that rouge of this quality could appear in Lvchang County, or even in Wuyan County. It is unscientific because it is inconsistent with the level of technological development in today's society.

This is also why Zheng Qian stayed at Zheng Le Escort Agency. When something appears that is incompatible with the current level of social development and technology, it will inevitably be violently destroyed.

Jiang Siting understood this principle well, which is why she sought to collaborate with Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian was able to wipe out the 43-man spear team of the Biqiang Sect, and there was also a deputy sect leader. With his strength combined with hers, they were enough to gain a foothold in Lvchang County and protect the rouge secret formula in her hands.

Zheng Qian placed the rouge box on the table, resumed his languid state, leaned back in his armchair, and said in a low voice.

"Not interested in."

Do you know its value?

"If the rouge in your hands appears on the market, it will surely drive the rich crazy for it, and since you have a unique secret recipe, it's like you've got the lifeline of the industry in your hands."

But have you ever thought about it? Goods have a fluid nature; your rouge could flow into the state capital, into Yancheng, and into the imperial palace.

"At that point, not only you and I, but even the Lord of the Manor won't be able to protect it."

Both men fell silent. For a smart person to make a fortune, it's not enough to just have courage and vision; the most important thing is to have a powerful backer.

If you don't have a powerful backer, you need to have the strength that others dare not provoke.

Otherwise, the good things in your hands will be taken away by others sooner or later.

It's impossible for the world to be peaceful without intrigue and deceit, and for everyone to live a peaceful life. Otherwise, the knowledge in Zheng Qian's mind could bring about earth-shattering changes in Wuyan Kingdom.

If he actually did that, he would be locked up and used as a guinea pig.

Jiang Siting left with her rouge box, without asking Zheng Qian to keep it a secret, and Zheng Qian made no promises.

The two had only known each other for a short time, but Jiang Siting wanted to play games with Zheng Qian, which gave Zheng Qian a headache.

I'm already having a headache dealing with Hua Feng, let alone the experts from the state capital and Yan City.

As the saying goes, no matter how impressive something is in a county town, it becomes just another ordinary thing in a prefecture-level city, and in the capital city, it becomes just another ordinary item.

Three days passed quickly, and Lvchang County welcomed wave after wave of refugees.

A mysterious force established the Red Turban Army and launched a formal uprising, quickly occupying three counties in the south. The war affected innocent people, who began to flee.

Many people in Lüchang County also began preparing to migrate eastward to escape the war.

Zheng Qian seized the opportunity to harvest spiritual power, and every day he would bring Zhang Tiezhu to the city gate with several carts of steamed buns and dumplings to distribute them for free. In order to prevent the refugees from choking, everyone could receive a large bowl of meat soup.

Zheng Da's reputation as a philanthropist quietly spread throughout Lvchang County, while his nicknames as a gambler and spendthrift gradually disappeared.

As the number of refugees increased, Zheng Qian directly invited all the steamed bun shops in the county to steam buns and mantou on-site at the city gate, and set up three large sheds to cook meat soup, which was distributed free of charge to everyone passing by.

On the fifth day, Zheng Qian successfully retrieved the three swords from the brocade knife shop at the appointed time.

The weight of the swords was exactly as Jin Jindao had said: 686 jin for the heavy sword and 37 jin for the short sword, without any error.

The three swords were icy cold to the touch; even when the tips were red-hot, the hilts remained cool. Deep-sea refined iron truly lived up to its name—it could cut a hair with a single breath.

Prices in Lvchang County have skyrocketed, with grain prices increasing tenfold.

Zheng Qian had 1,500 taels of silver notes, and after seven days of distribution, 1,000 taels remained, which was equivalent to distributing 100 cows every day.

A few days ago, Jiang Siting would occasionally come to help. She watched Zheng Qian personally deliver steamed buns and meat soup to each refugee, and her understanding of Zheng Qian deepened.

He is a kind, earnest, and responsible handsome young man.

After that, Jiang Siting came to help every day on time. No matter how long the refugees lined up, they were the only ones who could get the buns and meat soup. She was responsible for handing the buns to Zheng Qian, Zhang Tiezhu for serving the meat soup, and Zheng Qian for handing the buns and meat soup to the refugees.

They looked like a handsome and wealthy young master and a kind and beautiful young mistress, who came with servants to do good deeds, so the refugees would say something very sincerely.

"Thank you, young master. Thank you, young mistress."

At first, the two tried to explain, but then there were too many people shouting, so they got tired of explaining and just let them shout.

Jiang Siting didn't mind, and Zheng Qian didn't mind even less.

Their lives were busy yet fulfilling, filled with laughter and joy.

Even the simpleton Zhang Tiezhu sensed that if things continued this way, even the weeds along the roadside would start to bloom.

After handing out the last steamed buns in the evening, Jiang Siting asked Zheng Qian to treat her to dinner. Zheng Qian readily agreed, but a heavy feeling lurked beneath his smile.

The time for parting has come.