This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Rebellious teenagers are terrifying... Zhang Ping'an thought to himself.

"Silence means you agree."

"You know Wenhao's personality perfectly well, yet you still taught him to say those things to anger Father. You're aiding and abetting evil."

Lu Qingyin's pretty face was cold, and her eyes held undisguised disappointment.

"Miss Lu, if you've come to me just to say these trivial things, then please leave!" Zhang Ping'an was already impatient.

"you……"

Lu Qingyin pouted angrily, looking wronged.

Looking at Zhang Ping'an, who had already turned his head away, Lu Qingyin took a deep breath, her full chest rising and falling slightly, forcing herself to calm down.

"I'm here mainly to inform you that you must attend Father's birthday banquet tomorrow."

"I know you had a disagreement with your father. You don't have to say anything, but you are still my husband in name only, so you have to be there for both reason and duty."

"As for the birthday gift, I have already prepared it, so you don't need to worry about it."

Zhang Ping'an frowned slightly. He didn't want to be looked down upon, but as Lu Qingyin said, he did indeed have the title of son-in-law of the Prime Minister's family. It would be really inappropriate if he didn't attend his father-in-law's sixtieth birthday celebration.

"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow."

Zhang Ping'an nodded in agreement.

"If there's nothing else, Miss Lu, please leave."

Seeing Zhang Ping'an's coldness towards her, Lu Qingyin felt very uncomfortable.

"Do you hate me that much? You won't even say a word to me."

"You are capable of composing poems like those on plum blossoms and writing famous lines like 'Establishing a moral compass for heaven and earth,' so why would you willingly settle for being a lowly clerk?"

"With your talent, if you are willing to accept your father's arrangements, you will surely have a place in the imperial court in the future. At that time, we may very well become husband and wife."

She spoke the last sentence very softly, her little face blushing slightly.

Looking at the beautiful woman on the verge of tears, Zhang Ping'an felt no pity whatsoever; instead, he sneered.

"Did the Left Prime Minister send you to persuade me?"

"It saves him the trouble of wasting his efforts."

"Miss Lu, I don't dislike you, it's just that we don't see eye to eye."

After saying that, Zhang Ping'an turned and went back to the yamen, leaving Lu Qingyin bewildered in the wind.

"If we don't see eye to eye, a word is too much..." Lu Qingyin pondered these words silently, a look of shock gradually appearing on her beautiful face.

"His writing talent has reached the point where he can compose eloquently on the spot!"

"It's a pity, why do you choose to degenerate like this? Why refuse your father's help?"

Lu Qingyin couldn't understand it.

In the afternoon, while Zhang Ping'an was on duty, he took the opportunity to slack off for a while.

He had finished writing the ten chapters of the story and took the opportunity to the old pen shop to hand it over to the shopkeeper.

Upon seeing the thick stack of storybooks, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he smiled obsequiously, "Sir, could you allow me to read these storybooks before we discuss business?"

Zhang Ping'an had also followed many classic online novels in his previous life and knew the pain of staying up all night to read updates, so he could understand the shopkeeper's feelings at this moment.

"Okay, let's see!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Under Zhang Ping'an's surprised gaze, the shopkeeper first refilled his teacup, then filled a plate with dried fruit and melon seeds before sitting down and reading the storybook with great interest.

This damn sense of ritual... Zhang Ping'an felt a little envious.

The shop owner is living a much more comfortable life than him!

It took the shopkeeper a quarter of an hour to finish reading.

Zhang Ping'an, who was getting impatient waiting, glared at him with dissatisfaction: "You're taking way too long to read this!"

"Ah, I read it from the beginning again. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, sir. This story is just so captivating, I couldn't put it down!"

Okay, I forgive you. Your main focus is on spoiling your fans without any limits.

"My lord, I will immediately go to print and bind it. The first batch will be five hundred copies, no, eight hundred copies!"

Eight hundred books, that's eight thousand taels of silver. Even after deducting the shopkeeper's share, it's still seven thousand two hundred taels.

Zhang Ping'an saw the glittering title of the richest man in the capital city beckoning to him.

"Okay. I'll only be responsible for writing the article; you can handle the rest."

Zhang Ping'an knew that professional tasks should be left to professionals.

The shopkeeper was overjoyed and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "I certainly won't let you down, sir!"

"By the way, will you be using your real name or a pen name, sir?"

Zhang Ping'an stroked his chin: "Let's call him Hua An!"

He added in his mind: Code name 9527.

This is a classic in the hearts of a generation. Let this name shine in another world!

He returned to his office.

Wang Qisheng quietly leaned closer and whispered, "Ping An, there's still no movement. Are you sure you didn't mistake that guy surnamed Sun?"

"Tomorrow is the last day. If that guy surnamed Sun doesn't make a move, we'll have no choice but to release Sun Xing."

Zhang Ping'an wasn't entirely sure either: "Let's wait and see, and relax our defenses a bit."

"Okay." Wang Qisheng left without saying a word.

Zhang Ping'an returned to his cell and continued to slack off.

One hour later.

Lao Bi Zhai.

The shopkeeper has already brought back the first batch of fifty book manuscripts.

The world already possessed papermaking and printing techniques, albeit the simplest kind.

However, production is limited.

The font is very large, and the content of the ten chapters of "Zhu Xian" (诛仙) contains tens of thousands of words, totaling more than a hundred pages.

The shopkeeper immediately placed the books in the most conspicuous position and personally stood outside the door calling out to customers.

"A masterpiece by Hua An, a rising star in the world of vernacular fiction, opening a new chapter in the genre of fantasy vernacular fiction, an epic work..."

A thin young scholar suddenly stopped and looked around.

Fantasy/Xianxia?

It seems to be a new type of storybook?

It was Lu Ruoxue who had come down the mountain to prepare a birthday gift for the Left Prime Minister.

Take a look first.

Lu Ruoxue squinted her eyes, like a cat spotting a fish, and walked briskly into the store.

"Young master, these are our newly arrived storybooks; we guarantee you'll love them!"

The shopkeeper was enthusiastically promoting the product.

Lu Ruoxue picked it up and glanced at the author's name first.

"Hua An? Never heard of this author before, probably a newbie writer."

Lu Ruoxue was somewhat dismissive, casually glancing at the storybook, with the mindset of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."

Ok?

Is Heaven and Earth ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs?

That's interesting!

Lu Ruoxue immediately became interested and continued reading attentively.

Upon seeing it, it was as if a door to a new world had been opened.

Physiognomy, magic, demons and beasts, Buddhism...

All sorts of novel words appeared in Lu Ruoxue's world for the first time.

That desire to explore the unknown captivated Lu Ruoxue, drawing her in completely.

When you see that dull-witted child in Grass Temple Village, when you see the clash between demonic arts and Buddhist teachings, and finally when the man in black unleashes the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique of the Qingyun Sect.

Lu Ruoxue exclaimed with delight, and in her nervousness, she couldn't help but put her index finger into her cherry-like mouth and bite it, her rosy lips sucking it tightly.

After finishing this novel, Zhu Xian, which only has ten chapters, Lu Ruoxue felt a sense of regret that she had wasted so many years of her life.

This is what a storybook should be like!

It's even more exciting than the Legend of the White Snake.

"Shopkeeper, how many copies of Zhu Xian do you have here? I'll take them all."

When Lu Ruoxue left the academy, she was still worrying about what birthday gift to choose for her father.

Why bother choosing a birthday gift now? Isn't this the best birthday gift?

The shopkeeper was startled, then overjoyed: "Great! I only have fifty copies in this first batch, ten taels of silver each, five hundred taels in total. Young master, you can leave an address, and I'll have someone deliver them to your door."

This is a big client, so the shopkeeper definitely needs to provide excellent service.