Poet Immortal, Poet Sage, Duke of the State!

Seeing Princess Zhaoyue standing there in a daze, silent for a long time, Qing Shuang slowly extended her palm and waved it in front of Princess Zhaoyue's eyes, whispering, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Princess Zhaoyue snapped out of her daze, took a deep breath, and then shook her head, saying, "No, it's nothing. I was just a little surprised."

She never imagined that Young Master Shen was actually Chen Chang'an, the consort her mother had chosen for her before her death.

She had initially thought the man was a lecherous scoundrel who preyed on respectable women, and she had been worried and anxious about him ever since…

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the hero who saved Da Ning, a young hero skilled in both literature and martial arts. With just a few lines of couplets, he won a city for Da Ning; with a single poem, he revitalized the dejected old general, enabling him to continue serving the court...

In a short moment, her emotions went from the bottom of the valley to the top of the mountain.

If her husband were that kind of person, then perhaps it wouldn't be impossible...

Qing Shuang chuckled and said, "Princess, how could such a coincidence happen in the world? The one who inexplicably crawled into our carriage just happens to be your consort. It's simply a destiny ordained by heaven..."

Princess Zhaoyue was in high spirits. Recalling their first encounter, a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips as she softly said, "It was quite a coincidence..."

Qing Shuang tilted her head, sizing her up, and asked with a smile, "Princess, do you still want to annul the engagement?"

Princess Zhaoyue did not answer directly, but lowered her head and said, "Let's talk about it another day..."

Before Qing Shuang could ask further, she looked up at Qing Shuang again and said, "Let's go to the shop and take a look."

Qing Shuang nodded immediately and said, "Let's go, it's time to divide the money, I'm almost out of pocket money!"

Qing Shuang Fang.

The doors of Qing Shuang Fang shop were wide open, but there wasn't a single customer inside.

There were a dozen or so bottles of Qing Shuang Lu scattered on the shelf, and not a single one had been sold all day.

The popularity of Qing Shuang Lu (a type of dew) began due to the special nature of the season, but once the mosquitoes disappeared, it was immediately forgotten.

In the morning, some customers did come into the shop, but they all wanted to see the most talented woman in the capital.

Many of these people were talented scholars from the capital.

Their two biggest characteristics are that they are talented and poor, making them completely unsuitable for Qing Shuang Lu's target consumer group.

However, a new batch of perfumes is already in production and will be available in three days at most.

Chen Chang'an was sitting at the counter when he looked up and saw two figures walking in from outside the door.

He paused for a moment, then quickly stepped out from behind the counter, looked at the figure, and said with a smile, "Miss Gong Yue, when did you get back?"

Princess Zhaoyue smiled and said, "I just got back."

Chen Chang'an returned to the counter, took out two stacks of silver notes, and handed them to Qing Shuang and Gong Yue respectively, saying, "This is the profit share of Qing Shuang Dew these days. Please keep it safe."

Qing Shuang glanced at them; these silver notes were worth at least five thousand taels.

Although she came from a wealthy family, this was the first time she had been able to freely spend so much money.

More importantly, this money wasn't given to her by her family; she earned it herself. This sense of accomplishment is irreplaceable...

Princess Zhaoyue accepted the silver notes and said with a smile, "Thank you, young master."

Although she was in the palace, all her expenses were handled by the Imperial Household Department. In fact, she didn't have much need for money. She had only wanted to help this meritorious official of the court.

Unexpectedly, the money she invested yielded a return of more than ten times in such a short period of time.

About half an hour later.

In Chen Chang'an's small courtyard.

On the stone table sat 30,000 bowls of steaming chicken noodle soup. Qing Shuang slurped them up without any ladylike manners, while Princess Zhao Yue ate them in small bites.

With limited ingredients, Chen Chang'an decided to wait until after moving to his new home to cook a sumptuous meal himself to properly thank them.

After finishing her noodles, Qing Shuang held the bowl and drank the broth clean before wiping her mouth and saying to Chen Chang'an, "By the way, I've already told my cousin about your identity."

Princess Zhaoyue glanced at her but did not speak.

Chen Chang'an looked at Princess Zhaoyue and said apologetically, "Miss Gongyue, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep it from you."

Princess Zhaoyue put down her chopsticks, gently shook her head, and said, "Qingshuang has already told me. I know that you have your own unspeakable difficulties, and I will not blame you."

Chen Chang'an smiled and said, "That's good."

Qing Shuang looked at Chen Chang'an, her eyes darting around, and asked again, "You've severed ties with the Chen family, what about your engagement with the princess? Let me tell you a secret, the princess is an absolutely stunning beauty..."

Princess Zhaoyue glanced at Qing Shuang silently and gave her a reproachful look.

Chen Chang'an picked up a mouthful of noodles and casually said, "What does this have to do with me?"

"What, it's alright now?"

Qing Shuang rolled her eyes at him and said, "Even if you were kicked out of the Chen family, your engagement with the princess is still valid. I heard from my grandfather that Chen Wenyuan wanted to transfer the engagement to Chen Changxuan, but His Majesty refused..."

Chen Chang'an didn't expect that Chen Wenyuan and Zhao would be able to hold back so quickly.

However, he shook his head and said, "Who is Your Highness? You grew up in the palace, used to a life of luxury. Can you possibly enjoy our simple, home-cooked meals?"

Qing Shuang glanced at Princess Zhaoyue, who was silently eating her noodles but listening attentively to their conversation, and said with a grin, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe the princess likes your cooking too?"

Chen Chang'an took a sip of soup and continued, "Let's forget about it. The princess is of noble birth and would certainly not want to marry someone like me, a down-and-out who has been kicked out of his home. I do hope His Majesty will agree to Chen Wenyuan's request; I certainly don't want to marry the princess..."

Princess Zhaoyue paused slightly with her chopsticks.

She looked at Chen Chang'an and asked, "Young Master, don't you want to be the prince consort?"

Chen Chang'an shook his head and said, "What's so good about being a prince consort? Getting a government position still depends on your wife's connections. I'm a grown man, I can't bear that kind of shame, and I don't want to be an official..."

He slurped up a mouthful of noodles and said, "Besides, once you become a prince consort, you'll be controlled in everything you do. I've heard that even sleeping with a female official requires permission. You have no dignity as a man. I don't want that. I just want to marry a few beautiful wives and live a free and easy life..."

Princess Zhaoyue put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm full, I'll go back now..."

After saying that, she got up and left.

Chen Chang'an looked at Qing Shuang with surprise as she finished eating her half-eaten noodles, and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Qing Shuang looked at Chen Chang'an speechlessly. The princess had instructed her not to tell him the truth, so she could only helplessly say, "My cousin has some urgent business to attend to, so I'll go back with her first. You can eat by yourself..."

After saying that, she hurriedly chased after him.

Chen Chang'an watched the two figures disappear into the distance, feeling utterly bewildered...