She had checked that more than half of Huangsha Village was sandy land and low-lying land, which was most suitable for planting mulberry trees and raising fish.

"Are you thinking of supporting Huangsha Village?" Long Xuanmo's brows contained a cold sharpness, and a glint of frosty murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

If it weren't for Ah Jiu's intervention, he would have surely annihilated Huangsha Village—a bunch of lowlifes dared to bully his Ah Jiu, utterly ignorant of life and death!

Sensing the chilling aura bursting from Long Xuanmo, Yang Mengchen explained in a warm voice, "Actually, most of the people in Huangsha Village are still very kind and simple. We cannot reject all the villagers of Huangsha Village just because of a few individuals. Now that I have the ability to improve the living standards of the people there, I naturally cannot stand idly by.

As long as Huangsha Village becomes prosperous, not only will my maternal grandparents have a better life in the village, but Uncle Xiao will also not have to worry about labor anymore."

"Ah Jiu always considers others thoughtfully, but have you ever thought about yourself?" Have you thought about how painful it is for me to see you repaying grievances with kindness?

Long Xuanmo didn't say the last line, but the meaning was clear and distinct in the gaze he fixed on Yang Mengchen, and the hands behind his back clenched into fists even tighter.

Averting her eyes slightly and ignoring Long Xuanmo's affectionate and pained look, Yang Mengchen said indifferently, "Prince, you flatter me.

Aside from the fact that my maternal grandparents and Uncle Xiao are my family, and I should naturally consider their well-being, having the people of Huangsha Village live better lives will not only earn me a reputation for being generous and broad-minded but will also bring tangible benefits. Why then should I not do it? Don't you think so, Prince?"

"Do whatever you want to do," Long Xuanmo's eyes overflowed with indulgence and doting: "I will arrange for someone to take care of it as soon as possible. Just let me know if you need anything else."

Yang Mengchen was straightforward: "Tomorrow I will make a list for you, Prince, and of course, I will pay you a reasonable reward."

Long Xuanmo was frustrated, wanting to say he didn't lack that bit of silver, but then he thought of something and didn't refuse.

Returning to her bedroom, Yang Mengchen took out a brocade box from her bag, placed it in the drawer of her dressing table, changed into her nightclothes, and lay quietly on the bed. However, images of her husband from her previous life and Long Xuanmo kept alternating in her mind, throwing her thoughts into disarray until the dawn began to break, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Sister, it's time to get up."

The somewhat husky voice reached her ears, and Yang Mengchen, still groggy, opened her eyes to see Long Yingtong, who had already dressed, lying beside the bed, looking at her with big, sparkling eyes. Since she started talking yesterday, the excited and thrilled Long Yingtong had been practicing speaking diligently.

Although she couldn't yet speak at length, she expressed brief meanings quite clearly.

"It's still early, why don't you sleep a bit more, Yingtong?" asked Yang Mengchen while rubbing her swollen temples.

Long Yingtong pouted her small mouth: "It's already bright out, and if Sister doesn't get up now, she will miss breakfast."

Hearing this, Yang Mengchen paused her temple-rubbing hand and looked out the window, indeed seeing that the sky was already brightly lit.

She remembered just falling asleep—how could it be morning already? This was the first time she had gotten up so late since being reborn; it was all Long Xuanmo's fault for giving her that hairpin and causing her unrest all night long.

Seeing Yang Mengchen's furrowed brows, Long Yingtong reached out to touch her forehead and then her own: "Does Sister have an illness?"

After all, at this time, my sister usually had finished practicing Tai Chi and cleaned up, but today she was still sound asleep. Long Yingtong could only attribute it to her sister being ill.

"Sister is not sick, I was just too happy yesterday and didn't rest well, which is why I got up late," seeing Long Yingtong's concerned and anxious face, Yang Mengchen spoke softly to comfort her, "Yingtong, go wait over there for a bit, your sister will be ready soon."

Long Yingtong was reassured and obediently nodded before sitting aside.

Dressing and washing up at the fastest speed, Yang Mengchen, while Long Yingtong wasn't paying attention, took a self-made pill and stealthily circulated her inner strength for one cycle until she felt refreshed, then withdrew her inner strength.

She then took Long Yingtong's hand, leading the maids and Mo Mei into the dining hall of Grandpa Yang and his wife's courtyard, fortunately, arriving around the usual time, so no one detected anything unusual about Yang Mengchen.

After breakfast, Sister Qi said goodbye to the Yang family, taking with her the gifts prepared by Yang Mengchen and Hua Ziyu to return to the capital and report back. Doctor Luo and his wife returned to the Luo family's sideyard, while Yang Mengchen and others headed to the County Office.

Xiao Hongtao just happened to return from the jail, "Reporting to Prince, Jia Gujing, Fu Ping, and Du Yingyuan all committed suicide last night out of fear of their crimes."

If he wasn't wrong, this would likely be the Prince's order, and indeed, as Chenchen had guessed, Du Yingyuan was truly a spy arranged by someone else. Fortunately, Chenchen, with her meticulous attention to detail, detected the clues; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Throw them in the Indiscriminate Burial Ground!" Long Xuanmo said coldly, those who dared to threaten Ah Jiu and her family deserved to die.

Xiao Hongtao respectfully complied and instructed the Government Officials to post the obituary, blatantly stating that during their time as Scholar Officials, the three accepted bribes, oppressed students, and were guilty of ten charges. Realizing the severity of their sins, they committed suicide in prison on the first night, and were stripped of their titles and reduced to commoners.

Yesterday, when Xiao Hongtao left, Old Hai had already prepared the closing statement for the case, which Xiao Hongtao naturally followed.

The matter caused quite a stir, with many students angrily denouncing and condemning the three, declaring them unworthy of being teachers. Some even barged into the homes of Fu Ping and Jia Gujing (Du Yingyuan had neither home nor family), demanding justice, frightening both families into hiding indoors, never to step out again without cowering.

Knowing that it was Long Xuanmo's doing that led to the deaths, Yang Mengchen said nothing; she was never a saint. For her family, she didn't care if her hands were stained with blood. However, now that Long Xuanmo had taken action for her, she did not pursue the matter further.

Yang Mengchen and Xiao Hongtao delivered the Emperor's decree concerning the construction of the Martyr Temple, then met with Peng Rong, who had accompanied Long Xuanmo, and showed him the blueprints.

Peng Rong, a very serious and responsible master builder, had been cautioned by the Prince on his way here, so he didn't disregard Yang Mengchen in the slightest. After seeing Yang Mengchen's design plans, he was full of praise, but still suggested visiting the actual site with Yang Mengchen to inspect the specific situation.

Yang Mengchen had no objections, and the group immediately headed to the east of the city. Subsequently, based on the actual situation, Peng Rong added his own insights to Yang Mengchen's design plans, making them more appropriate. Construction on the Martyr Temple started that very day, with Peng Rong fully in charge.

Situ Wenkai didn't understand business, but upon hearing Yang Mengchen's plans to develop a commercial street, he immediately bought a plot of land on Donglin Street. In this way, they in the Huguo Protectorate Mansion could legitimately protect Ms. Yang, as a way to repay her kindness.

Time flew, and on the day of Yang Chengning's birthday, Yang Mengchen went to the kitchen early in the morning to prepare. When the guests arrived at noon, Yang Mengchen, all smiles, came to the garden, with four servants carefully pushing a flat cart behind her, covered with a red silk cloth on top of something more than a person's height.

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