The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

Li Shimin had a very distinctive characteristic: if you offered him something, he would at least return something of equal value, and very likely something more.

After all the nations came to pay tribute, many countries presented gifts, and Li Shimin rewarded them generously.

To put it nicely, it means that those who have made contributions will be rewarded; to put it bluntly, it means that they are big fools who are easy to fool.

If Chen Huai'an hadn't become an official, he could have presented Li Shimin with some novelties and earned a lot of wealth, living a very comfortable life.

However, there is a prerequisite: you have to give them enough face.

"Selling is definitely out of the question." Feng Ang shook his head and touched the box next to him filled with borneol. "Before I came here, I thought this batch of goods was worth at most one million strings of cash, but I didn't expect that even just a small portion of it is worth at least two million strings of cash."

"If we were to sell them, it would be a thankless task. It would be better to offer them to His Majesty and take the bestowed goods back to Lingnan to exchange for money. That is the most reliable method."

"As long as Uncle Feng agrees, that's fine." Chen Huai'an nodded slightly and smiled. "As for the rest, I'll take care of it for you. I'll make sure you don't suffer any losses."

Upon seeing that smile, Feng Ang recalled Chen Huai'an's promise yesterday to help him vent his anger, and his lips twitched: "Whatever."

"However... these supplies are not for His Majesty, but for Qiao'er's dowry. There are two ships in total. Don't think it's too little. The other eight ships are for His Majesty."

"..." Chen Huai'an almost couldn't hold back.

Don't think it's too little, two ships full of treasures and spices.

Who the hell would complain about this being too little?

If Li Shimin heard what you said, he might ask if you have a daughter to marry, and he might even consider you his father-in-law.

"These... are all for Qiao'er's dowry?" Chen Huai'an asked, his face full of questions.

"Yes." Feng Ang nodded. "Otherwise, why did you think I brought you here?"

"Most of the supplies are still being unloaded and haven't been delivered yet."

"But... if it's as valuable as you say, I think we shouldn't be too high-profile. Tell Qiao'er first, and you can secretly take some home yourselves. Otherwise, if you bring out so much dowry, others might get envious."

"Perhaps even His Majesty is overthinking it, so it's best you keep it to yourselves."

Chen Huai'an joked, "Uncle Feng, I've already told you the value of these things, and you're still willing to give them to Qiao'er as a dowry. I can't afford to give Qiao'er a corresponding betrothal gift."

Feng Ang laughed and patted Chen Huai'an on the shoulder: "What are you talking about? I'm marrying off my daughter, not selling her. What's the point of having so much dowry?"

"I know you haven't been in power for long, and you do have some private business dealings, but you only take a little over 20% of the profits. Just do what you can afford."

"Besides, no matter how much dowry you offer, it will eventually come back to you two."

"Since we will no longer be in Chang'an, it's good that you have money."

Chen Huai'an was taken aback for a moment: "It's my fault, I made Qiao'er suffer."

"That's not true." Feng Ang patted her hand firmly. "Whether she suffers or not depends on how you treat her in the future, not on how much dowry you give."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Feng Ang skipped over the topic: "Since you said you'd handle it, I won't say any more. We're family, so I don't want to stand on ceremony with you. The remaining eight ships of supplies will be delivered slowly over the next few days. You can send someone to check them."

"The inventory is complete. You can do whatever you want with it now."

"No rush." ​​Chen Huai'an chuckled. "Now is not a good time. I have a feeling that a good opportunity is coming soon."

"At that time, Feng Bo will be able to get even more!"

Feng Ang didn't take it seriously: "Whatever, let's go have a drink."

"I've long heard of your reputation for seduction... Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman, and today I'm determined to give it a try."

"..."

After a few rounds of drinks, Chen Huai'an awkwardly left with Chen Sujin and Xiao He, leaving only Wei Shi, who was exasperated, and Feng Qiao'er behind.

Feng Ang, who was perfectly fine just moments before, has now transformed into a human fountain, with a bowl of chicken blood beside him and a portrait of Guan Yu hanging on the wall.

If Chen Huai'an hadn't exercised his restraint, he would have almost become sworn brothers with Feng Ang today.

To be honest, Feng Ang's alcohol tolerance wasn't bad, but compared to Chen Huai'an, who was practically a superhuman, it was far inferior.

Moreover, Feng Ang, a powerful ruler of Lingnan, did not behave in a way that could be described as... well, civilized, when drunk.

Before leaving, Xiaohe asked expectantly, "Uncle, does this mean I don't have to call you 'Aunt' anymore, and I have to call you 'Sister Qiao'er' instead?"

Chen Huai'an: "..."

Feng Qiao'er: "..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Chen Sujin was furious and glared at Xiao He.

The little one got scared, shrank back, pouted, and whispered, "That's true..."

As she spoke, she ran out of words, her voice gradually weakening, because Chen Sujin's eyes had already filled with murderous intent.

Then, Chen Sujin gave Wei Shi and Qiao'er an apologetic smile: "The children are just being silly, Aunt Wei, Qiao'er, please don't be offended."

Ms. Wei smiled and said, "Don't mention it. Children say the darndest things. It's alright."

"We'll be going now." Chen Huai'an waved, signaling them to go back, and then took Chen Sujin and Xiaohe home.

The two houses are very close to each other, just a few steps away.

However, even after walking just a few steps, Xiaohe received another scolding.

"Listen to what you're saying! 'Sister Qiao'er,' is that how you address someone? You're becoming more and more unruly, all because your uncle spoils you!" Chen Sujin continued her tirade.

"Just wait and see how I teach you a lesson when we get back!"

Xiaohe said, looking aggrieved, "Why are you lecturing me again? I know I was wrong, okay?"

Chen Sujin glanced at her sideways: "You know you're wrong, but you won't change, right?"

"You're just like your uncle!"

"Uncle..." Xiaohe tugged at Chen Huai'an's sleeve, "Look, she's talking about the two of us again. Your sister is no good at all. You should teach her a lesson."

"Teach me a lesson?" Chen Sujin sneered. "I'd give him ten times the courage!"

Chen Huai'an: "..."

Helpless, he could only give his little niece a look of resignation.

You think bloodline suppression is a joke?

"Look, look." Xiao He kicked her little legs, letting Chen Huai'an pick her up, then wrapped her chubby little hands around Chen Huai'an's neck. "Uncle, Xiu Ya is absolutely wicked. I'd give you ten lives for her, she's no good at all."

"How could she treat Uncle like that? And you've been so good to her, unlike Xiao He, who only cares about Uncle."

"Uncle, from now on we'll be the best in the world!"

"We must work together to deal with Xiuya!"

"..."