Chapter 936: Chapter 208: The Grand Celebration (Part 2)

So,

are the officials in the Ministry of Revenue, who merely occupy their positions without doing any real work, really thinking only about greasy roast duck?

The same goes for the Quande Building roast duck shop,

after the Ministry of Revenue took over, its revenue has already dropped by fifty percent!

...

A group of carriages carried the courtesans, attracting a large crowd, and because these carriages followed the wedding procession, wherever the procession went, there were massive crowds.

As the procession entered Hundred Flowers Street,

a chorus of shouts rang out:

"Manager Zhao Sihai of the Nanwang Firm congratulates the young master, rise!"

"Rise!"

"Rise!"

"Rise!"

On the street, a group of men draped in red silk appeared, holding heavy baskets in their hands, filled with copper coins and silver pieces.

With each cry of "rise,"

money began to rain down on the street.

This was a legitimate rain of money, real money, although it was common for aristocrats to throw celebratory coins during grand weddings to bring good luck. Usually, only children would scramble to pick them up, as adults were too embarrassed to bend down for such sparse amounts.

But as it turns out, modesty and pride only exist when there’s not enough money;

once there is enough money, these things are thrown to the Java Country far away.

Heavy rain of silver and money poured down,

driving the populace into a frenzy, igniting the atmosphere.

The people of Yanjing, both young and old, were thankful, picking up the money, uttering auspicious words without forgetting.

Wishing Sixth Prince a happy marriage, wishing Sixth Prince health and longevity, all sorts of blessings, surging like waves.

It’s no exaggeration to say,

that even when the Yan Emperor’s imperial sedan leaves the palace, the public cheers aren’t as uproarious and bustling!

Some of the older folks in Yanjing saw this scene and couldn’t help but reminisce about the past.

Back then,

a prince was also getting married,

and there was a similar spectacle.

A magnificent thirty-two-lift bridal sedan,

a sky raining with money,

the stunning extravagance,

this scene,

once appeared in Yanjing, and today, it was reenacted.

However,

the prince who once rode a white horse is now on Yan’s throne, having subjugated nations and expanded territories, aptly called a majestic ruler;

and the woman who sat in the bridal sedan back then has long since passed away, with not even a grave or shrine to remember her by;

the Min Family, who organized the most lavish wedding in Yan’s history, vanished earlier than the aristocratic clans.

One by one, the firms,

each manager,

kept declaring their names,

some were from within Yanjing, but many traveled back from afar, just to attend their master, their young master’s grand wedding.

For those managers personally supported by Ji Chengjue, today is their day of glory;

while for the remnants of the Min Family’s old leaders, today is a day of remembrance, reminiscing about the Min Family’s glory when its trade extended from the east to the west.

A child’s revelry, middle-aged folks set aside their pride, while the elderly, unable to squeeze through, reminisced about the past,

scene by scene, moment by moment, destined to be remembered by the people of Yanjing for another twenty to thirty years!

And amidst this frenzied crowd, there was a father and son with reddened eyes, destined to go unnoticed by anyone.

Ji Chengjue’s gaze,

couldn’t help but turn once more towards the imperial palace,

the distance too great,

so he couldn’t possibly see the figure standing atop the imperial city at this moment,

but somehow, there seemed to be a sense of connection.

You can see,

you can see,

you can see it, right.

I can make money, I can manage, I can bring the Min Family’s business back to its former glory, I can masterfully generate wealth;

today,

I reveal my cards,

just for you to see, make sure you truly see it, father!

Don’t you want to sweep over the world, to replace Xia with Yan?

Don’t you want to expand territories, to become an everlasting emperor?

I can provide you with monetary and resource support, I can manage for you, I can maintain for you, I can help fulfill your ambition.

Of course, you could suppress me again like before, strip away everything from me, punish those associated with me,

but would you be willing to,

willing to let your ambitions, your grand plans, flow away just like that?

...

Wei Zhonghe saw His Majesty remain silent.

As a servant,

he dared not attempt to guess the emperor’s thoughts at such a moment.

Is His Majesty angry?

Angry at his son’s long-time deception?

Or perhaps,

today’s familiar scene,

reminded His Majesty of that woman from back then?

The woman who, upon entering the Royal Mansion, made two sets of new clothes for every servant and rewarded them?

Wei Zhonghe still remembers how, back then, he was just a little eunuch in the Royal Mansion, receiving a red envelope from that woman, feeling back then that the red envelope was indeed very weighty.

"Your name is Wei Zhonghe?"

"Yes, this servant’s ignoble name is Wei Zhonghe."

"Do you have family?"

"This servant is an orphan."

"That’s really a pity, isn’t it? No one can give silver to your family to curry favor with you.

Why don’t you quickly adopt a son, my dad said that money not spent when it lands in your hand is like a rock on a mountain."

"Master..."

"What’s wrong?"

"This servant is currently still serving as Eunuch Sun’s adopted son."

"Alright, when you’re ready to adopt a son, let me know. I’ll help you buy a house and land. As His Highness’s personal attendant, I must treat you well, so don’t be embarrassed. Oh dear, do you think I’m being too obvious by trying to win you over, making it difficult for you?"