Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Liu Yi's death did not cause much of a stir.

He had just died when someone secretly delivered something to the princess's residence.

The princess waved her hand, and the nanny quickly opened it; inside was a letter written in blood.

The handwriting was messy and illegible, and in some places it was blurred by water stains.

But the gist is still clear: it is a confession written by Liu Yi before his death.

He said he was sorry to the princess and the children, expressing his regret and reluctance. Finally, he mentioned that he still had some private property and hoped to divide it equally among the three children as a final compensation to him as a father.

Qiao Si stood beside Grand Princess Yan Yuetong, and after reading the contents of the entire cloth, her brows furrowed into a knot.

"Your Highness, this thing...should we tell the Crown Prince and the Princess?"

Yan Yuetong looked up at him, her eyes filled with a lazy yet doting expression. She gently lifted Qiao Si's chin with a finger and asked, "What do you think?"

Qiao Si's ears turned slightly red, and she decisively shook her head.

"If my dad had done those things, and then pulled this stunt on his deathbed, I would just feel disgusted."

He speaks bluntly and without any beating around the bush. "This isn't repentance; it's just making things difficult for me, so I'll never forget the awful things he did."

Yan Yuetong was slightly taken aback, then nodded gently.

You know what, even though this spoiled brat speaks without thinking, sometimes his thoughtless words are the closest to the truth.

Yan Yuetong likes Qiao Si because she likes his simple and straightforward nature.

She was so tired of being schemed against by people like Liu Yi who were all smiles and no heart, that she no longer wanted to try to figure out anyone's thoughts.

But Qiao Si is like a bowl of plain water, you can see right through it, it's clean, thirst-quenching, and requires no effort.

Joss continued, "But Your Highness, property is tangible stuff. Why not take it? It's better to leave it to the children than let it go to someone else."

He extended his affection to the princes and princesses, and was willing to get along well with them.

Moreover, during this time, the princes and princesses treated him very kindly.

"Your Highness, how about this? We'll accept the money, but divide it into three parts for the heirs and princesses. However, don't say it was given by Liu Yi. Just say it was... um... confiscated by imperial decree. That way, the heirs and princesses will feel at ease accepting it, without feeling guilty or upset."

Yan Yuetong smiled and said, "Okay, we'll do it your way."

The servant acknowledged the order and left to carry it out.

With only two people left in the room, Qiao Si immediately moved closer to Yan Yuetong, putting on a pitiful expression, like a large dog waiting to be fed.

"Your Highness, you haven't yet fulfilled the promise you made to me yesterday."

Yan Yuetong said helplessly, "Are you sure you want to marry into my princess's household? Aren't you afraid of angering your father to death?"

Qiao Si waved her hand dismissively: "What's there to be angry about? First of all, my father has more than one son, he has a whole bunch of grandsons, he doesn't need me to carry on the family line."

"Secondly, I'm almost thirty and still not married. My dad's biggest worry now isn't who I marry, but whether I even get married at all. If someone could keep me in check, my dad would be burning incense in gratitude."

He leaned closer, his eyes sparkling: "So if Your Highness accepts me, my father will only be grateful to you, and might even give you a plaque that says 'Savior from Suffering'."

Yan Yuetong laughed out loud at his joke, and gently stroked his handsome eyebrows and eyes with her fingers, her gaze filled with tenderness and seriousness.

"Jos, wait a little longer."

"If I still like you as much as I do now a year from now, and you haven't changed your mind, then we can be together openly and honestly."

When the time comes, she'll make him her son-in-law, not just a gigolo...

Qiao Si's eyes suddenly lit up, she nodded emphatically, and her mouth stretched to her ears in a wide grin.

"Okay! It's a deal..."

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Yun Shengsheng was taken out of the city by Yan Shijin.

After a leisurely, winding journey, we finally stopped in front of a vast estate.

Zhuangzi looks unremarkable from the outside, but once you step inside, you'll find it's a hidden world. Rows and rows of kilns are burning brightly, and craftsmen are sweating profusely under the high temperature, their shirts bare. The air is filled with the smell of minerals mixed with fire.

Yun Shengsheng was staring in disbelief when a figure covered in soot jumped out from behind the kiln and waved excitedly at her.

Yun Shengsheng was surprised to find that this filthy guy was actually Mike.

If it weren't for the blond hair on his head, she really wouldn't have recognized him.

"Sheng Sheng, you're finally here! Come and see what we've come out to do!"

Yun Shengsheng followed him into the showroom, then opened her mouth wide in surprise.

On the display stand, a row of glasswares were neatly arranged.

Under the sunlight, the cups, saucers, bottles, and jars refracted a clear and bright light, so pure that it looked as if the spring water had been solidified into a shape.

At the very edge stood a full-length mirror, as tall as a person, with an incredibly smooth and even surface.

The photograph revealed incredibly detailed portraits, far clearer than any bronze mirror.

Yun Shengsheng's eyes were a little red. She carefully reached out her hand and gently ran her fingertips across the mirror.

[It feels like I've stepped back into the modern world! I actually made a mirror!]

It feels cool and smooth to the touch, without any impurities or bubbles.

She picked up the cup again and held it up to her eyes, looking at Yan Shijin's face through the cup. It was so clear that there was almost no color difference.

She turned and looked up, her eyes shining as if two lamps had been lit.

"Mike, you're amazing!"

Mike's smoked face even showed a hint of red.

Yun Shengsheng then looked at Yan Shijin: "Brother Shijin! Now that the glass can be successfully made, can I place a custom order?"

Yan Shijin smiled and said, "Of course."

"This workshop has been open for so long, but we haven't made a single penny in the bank. This order is our first business."

Upon hearing this, Yun Shengsheng also became somewhat excited.

They went to the drawing room together, took out their charcoal pencils and notebooks, and started drawing on the spot.

Yan Shijin, Mike, and the workers watched from the side.

Yun Shengsheng wanted to order a batch of perfume bottles first, and she listed the size, diameter, capacity, and quantity of the perfume bottles clearly.

Finally, with a wave of her hand, she ordered two thousand exquisite little glass bottles.

However, the glassmaking process at that time was still quite complicated, and the cost of labor, materials, and waste was not low.

Yan Shijin glanced at the bill, immediately reduced the profit to one percent, and only charged her two hundred taels before starting work.

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Hey everyone, it's been so long since I've had a break! Just two chapters today, like giving myself a vacation, hahaha!