Poet Immortal, Poet Sage, Duke of the State!

Chen Wenyuan was not wearing his official robes today, but rather his everyday clothes.

There were no other customers in the shop at the moment. Pearl and Jade were tidying up the shelves in the backyard, while Chen Chang'an was the only person in the front.

Chen Wenyuan walked slowly to the counter, a gentle smile on his face, and said, "Chang'an, your father has come to see you."

Chen Chang'an leaned back in his chair, looking at him calmly, without getting up or saying a word.

Chen Wenyuan felt somewhat uncomfortable under his indifferent gaze, sighed softly, and said, "Father has investigated and found out. It was indeed Zhao Wan'er who slandered you last time. Father shouldn't have kicked you out without finding out the truth. Father apologizes to you..."

Chen Chang'an finally stood up, his gaze still cold, and said indifferently, "Lord Chen, there's no need to bring up the past. We've severed ties. If you're here to buy Qing Shuang Lu, you're welcome. But if it's for other reasons, you should go back where you came from..."

He knew Chen Wenyuan well; the man was cold and ruthless. In order to please Zhao, he could ignore his own son for more than ten years. His current attitude was simply because he had his eye on Qing Shuang Fang's ability to make a fortune every day.

Chen Wenyuan's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned, and he spoke again: "Chang'an, I know you're still angry with me, but there's no such thing as a father and son holding a grudge overnight. I feel really bad that you're not eating or drinking well outside. Come back with me, everything in the manor will be arranged for you. From now on, you can open a shop if you want, do whatever you want, and no one will care about you anymore..."

A genuine smile appeared on his face. He thought to himself that as the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, he had already lowered his stance so much that the man should change his mind, right?

After listening, Chen Chang'an suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer.

He leaned against the counter and sneered, "Lord Chen, the Zhao family mistreated me for ten years, and you never thought I was your son. When Zhao Wan'er framed me and tried to ruin my reputation, you never thought I was your son. When you beat me in the street with your servants, you never thought I was your son. Now that Qing Shuang Fang's business is booming and you're earning a thousand taels of silver every day, you finally remember I'm your son..."

He looked at Chen Wenyuan and asked with a smile, "Lord Chen, have you no shame?"

Chen Wenyuan's smile finally crumbled after Chen Chang'an's words exposed his true intentions. The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said in a trembling voice, "You, how could you say that..."

Chen Chang'an waved his hand and said, "Go back. Don't put on this show of fatherly affection for me. It'll only make people laugh..."

The smile on Chen Wenyuan's face vanished completely. He abruptly flicked his sleeve and said coldly, "Chen Chang'an, I'll ask you one more time: are you going back or not? I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't come back this time, never come back. The Chen family will completely expel you from their ranks. Even if you want to rejoin the family in the future, it will be impossible!"

Chen Chang'an laughed and said, "It's a deal. Whoever goes back on their word is a coward!"

Chen Wenyuan could no longer save face. He glared at Chen Chang'an one last time, then turned and strode away.

Pearl and Jade stood at the door, their eyes sparkling as they looked at Chen Chang'an...

The shopkeeper is such a man!

Bright Moon Palace.

Princess Zhaoyue had just returned from the imperial mausoleum. She had changed into a comfortable moon-white dress and was sitting on a soft couch by the window.

After a month of mourning, she looked thinner and more serene.

Beside her, Qing Shuang chattered excitedly about the events of the past month.

"Your Highness, you don't know, Ruyi Tower sent people to smash our shop, but I fought back and smashed them. Later, my father even took me to the residence of the Wu family's uncle and made him compensate us with three thousand taels!"

"And another thing, that Lin Wenjing wanted to compete with me in poetry, so I had her disguise herself as my maid, and none of them noticed..."

"Hehe, it's a pity you didn't see it, Your Highness, that girl dressed as a maid was quite pretty..."

"And another thing, Your Highness, don't let his refined and scholarly appearance fool you, he actually has incredible martial arts talent. I'm worried I won't be able to beat him in the future..."

……

Princess Zhaoyue sat on the soft couch, listening quietly to Qingshuang's story.

For the past month, she has been focused on keeping vigil for her mother and was completely unaware of what was happening outside the imperial mausoleum.

Qing Shuang chattered on and on, telling her in great detail everything that had happened these past few days.

She had long known that Young Master Shen was very talented, but she never expected that his talent would be this great.

With just one poem and one verse, he made Qing Shuang the most talented woman in the capital, and even three literary luminaries were deeply impressed.

Qing Shuang was not the most talented woman in the capital, but he was the most talented man in the capital.

No, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the greatest talent in Daning.

Especially after hearing Qing Shuang say that he was not only unparalleled in talent, but also had such high martial arts talent.

Qing Shuang was a martial arts genius, so to receive such praise from her speaks volumes about his talent.

Such a talented young man, yet his family kicked him out of the house; they truly had no foresight.

I wonder which lucky young lady will marry such a talented man...

At this moment, Qing Shuang suddenly stopped speaking, her throat moved, she swallowed, and stared intently at Princess Zhao Yue, whispering, "Your Highness, hold on tight. I'm going to tell you a secret, but don't get excited after you hear it..."

Princess Zhaoyue, seeing her strange expression, asked with a smile, "What secret?"

Qing Shuang leaned closer and whispered, "Actually, Young Master Shen's surname isn't Shen..."

Princess Zhaoyue was taken aback by these words, but she didn't seem to mind and laughed, "What's the big deal? I don't even have the surname Gong..."

Qing Shuang said, "His surname is Chen."

Princess Zhaoyue picked up her teacup, nodded slightly, and said, "So his surname is Chen. Then his name is Chen An? That's a nice name."

Qing Shuang shook her head slightly and said, "His name is Chen Chang'an."

Princess Zhaoyue's hand, which had been holding a teacup, froze in mid-air.

She sat there motionless, as if frozen in place. Her eyelashes trembled slightly before she turned to Qing Shuang and asked, "Wh...what?"

Qing Shuang's throat moved, and she said softly, "She is Chen Chang'an, the son of Chen Wenyuan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and the one who was betrothed to the princess since childhood..."

The next moment, she immediately added, "But Your Highness, don't worry, the story about him molesting my cousin is false. It was his stepmother who framed him to kick him out of the house. Chen Chang'an isn't that kind of person..."

Princess Zhaoyue stood frozen in place, her mind blank, with only one thought echoing in her mind.

Is Shen An the same as Chen Chang'an?

That young man who single-handedly turned the tide, salvaged the dignity of Da Ning, and rescued her from dire straits—

That talented man who wrote "Though the Tortoise Lives Long," which invigorated the old general, who wrote "Yet he says, 'What a fine autumn day!'" and "Don't laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield"—

That business genius who became a sensation in Beijing on his very first business venture, earning a fortune every day—

Is he her husband?

Princess Zhaoyue remained rooted to the spot, but a blush of sunset gradually rose on her pretty face...