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"Yes, Aunt, I met Young Master Yang a few times back then. By the way, he should be called Lord Yang now. I didn't expect that in just two years, he has already achieved the rank of Fifth Rank official. His future is indeed bright; I truly admire him."
"Aunt, you should be proud to have such an outstanding son."
Who wouldn't like their child to receive praise? Even though the Wen Family knew that Master Du had some past dealings with their son, they couldn't help but smile at this moment.
"Yes, I haven't worried much; I'm just an inept mother. But Master Du, since you're already in your twenties, who else is in your family? Have you gotten married yet?"
This question was quite powerful, considering that this person was a strong rival to their son.
Dugu Hao's expression stiffened for a moment before he pretended to respond calmly, "Not yet. A man should establish himself before starting a family; there's no rush."
Yet in his heart, he thought that those women who were eager to break down the doors of Hao Wangfu were nothing but superficial and vain.
Before he gained the emperor's favor, they all avoided him like the plague, but now that he could share equal status with the Crown Prince, they began to create various opportunities for encounters.
The repeated setbacks at Hao Wangfu did not diminish the courage of those seemingly refined ladies who were actually hypocritical.
Each person wore a mask, afraid to reveal their true selves. Perhaps in public, they appeared as kind-hearted girls who wouldn't even harm an ant, but behind closed doors, they could easily regard human life as worthless.
"Oh dear, at your age, it's time to get married. Look at our Yichan; he's a few years younger than you and has been engaged to Liu Qingxi for two years now. They are expected to marry this year or at the latest next year. There are plenty of good girls around now; with your conditions, you can definitely choose wisely."
The Wen Family made it clear that Liu Qingxi was already taken and urged him not to have any designs on their future daughter-in-law since they were about to get married.
Yang Yichen listened to his mother and couldn't help but give her a thumbs up in his heart.
On the other hand, Dugu Hao felt a slight sting in his heart upon hearing about the girl getting married, but it quickly faded and was pushed aside: "Then congratulations to Lord Yang and Miss Liu. By the way, Aunt, since you are here, let me treat you to a meal as a thank you for Miss Liu's life-saving grace."
"No, no, no need to go through so much trouble. We've already eaten; we can't trouble Master Du. You must have things to attend to; we won't disturb you any longer and will head back first," the Wen Family cheerfully declined.
They effectively blocked Dugu Hao from saying anything further. How could they possibly share a meal together? That would only allow others to see their precious future daughter-in-law!
The mother and son joined forces strongly, leaving Dugu Hao without another word for Liu Qingxi as they parted ways at the intersection.
Liu Qingxi felt nothing special about this; after all, her interactions with Dugu Hao had always been like this—just slightly colder than now.
She did not expect to encounter an acquaintance in Foreign Land, which put her in a good mood.
The Wen Family and Yang Yichen looked at Liu Qingxi's bewildered expression, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
While she could understand other matters clearly, why were emotional issues sometimes so confusing?
Confusion aside, she only liked Yang Yichen.
Meanwhile, Dugu Hao strolled to the most secluded area and slipped into an ordinary, inconspicuous courtyard. A moment later, he emerged with a sinister demeanor, his face stern and devoid of any expression.
However, when he returned to the royal palace and issued command after command, those below him could clearly sense that he was in a better mood. Although his voice remained cold, the chill that usually surrounded him had lessened.
Recalling the news from the palace about Queen Wang planning to trouble Yang Yichen, he initially intended to help his capable subordinate avoid this trouble. But upon returning, he suddenly felt disinclined to intervene and wanted to see Yang Yichen's expression at that moment.
Rarely did he feel a mischievous urge.
Yang Yichen was unaware that he had been schemed against this time; it was still his chosen aide who was involved.
Inevitably, the Inorganic Gate held a high status and reputation in the martial world. However, when it came to matters involving the royal family, they had always kept their distance and were indeed lacking in experience.
This incident further solidified Yang Yichen's significant decision to change the Inorganic Gate's strategy and development direction.
Thousands of miles away, Ten Li Pu
Having passed through the hottest summer, the oppressive heat gradually faded away. Originally, one could work for several hours at the earliest or latest times of day. Since autumn arrived and temperatures began to cool, people's restless hearts also calmed down.
Yet with Liu Qingxi, the decision-maker, absent from the village, people felt something was missing. Fortunately, Zhang Wuliang was still around, along with Ji Zhong, the newly appointed manager.
While Zhang Wuliang excelled at coordinating and organizing tasks, Ji Zhong's years of business experience played a crucial role at this time. Even some modern marketing strategies proposed by Liu Qingxi seemed slightly lacking under his management.
More importantly, he even recruited several scholars to write a few humorous poems. In just a few days, the beautifully crafted mountain villa became a coveted retreat for many.
At this point, there was no need to compete with others; Ten Li Pu's promotional gimmicks had already far surpassed those of nearby counties' Master Architects.
He had to admit that his marketing tactics were superior, and while some hesitated for a moment, the previously set price of the houses began to rise rapidly.
"You missed the best opportunity earlier; now you can only buy at the current price. Sir, if you don't act now, our prices will adjust in the future."
Previously, Liu Qingxi and Zhang Wuliang had controlled the house prices at a fixed value, but Ji Zhong took a different approach.
As the initial frenzy subsided and fewer people were buying, he raised the prices even more: "That was our Miss Liu's friendship price to thank everyone for their support; it won't be this price in the future."
Even the most ordinary style with the cheapest decoration had been inflated by him.
At this time, more than twenty minutes had passed since Liu Qingxi left, and the sale of Ten Li Pu houses reached a new peak.
Those who had thoughts in mind couldn't wait to complete the procedures and move in, fearing that once all the houses were built, the prices would be even higher.
It was undeniable that for a single house, they would spend dozens or even hundreds of taels more, yet they felt it was worth it coming out of their pockets.
The men and women of Ten Li Pu, young and old alike, were overjoyed by such results.
They did not disappoint Miss Liu's hopes; they did not let her down.
That evening, after a day of hard work, people gathered at the village entrance to cool off when suddenly they saw a messenger running towards them.
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