Chapter 1417

The Zhao Huang wore a golden yellow dragon robe, with intoxicating wine before him, and a very plump woman sitting on his lap, feeding him peeled grapes.

Before him were a group of Zhao Kingdom dancing girls dressed in thin gauze, dancing gracefully.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

"Today we shall not stop until we are drunk!"

The Zhao Huang waved his hand and laughed loudly.

The Eastern Palace.

Zhao Yuheng held Rou'er, his face full of satisfaction. During this period, because the Zhao Huang was extremely satisfied with him, he had directly made Zhao Yuheng the Crown Prince, entering the Eastern Palace, above all others!

Zhao Yuheng was riding high, his days carefree and comfortable.

"Your Highness, let this servant undress you."

Rou'er was charming, coming up from the side, wrapping her arms around Zhao Yuheng's neck, and saying softly.

"Undress? My fire is very high today, I need you to help me out."

Saying this, Zhao Yuheng picked up Rou'er and threw her onto the bed.

Rou'er gave a soft cry, but then said, "Even if Your Highness didn't say it, Rou'er would have to thank you properly today."

"Thank me for what?"

"If it weren't for you telling us about the tribute satin system in advance, my family wouldn't have seized the opportunity, abandoned all their farmland, and switched to buying Zhao Gao, making a fortune."

"Hahaha, you really are a clever little thing. In that case, you really must thank me properly today."

Zhao Yuheng smiled evilly and strode toward the bed.

The imperial palace was like this, and the commoners of the Zhao Kingdom were the same.

The General of the State's Prefecture.

Zhao Gao covered the floor three inches deep, a level of extravagance that made the invited ministers exclaim how wealthy it was.

The drunken young masters used fine Zhao Gao to wrap the graceful bodies of the dancing girls, then stepped forward to tear it apart.

The torn silk was thrown into a brazier for light, and the young master laughed loudly, "It smells like mulberry when it burns, even better than agarwood!"

This remark caused the whole hall to burst into laughter.

The Censor-in-Chief's Prefecture.

The steward ran in from outside and knelt before Lin Yunfei, the Censor-in-Chief of the Zhao Kingdom, reporting, "Master, the silk in the warehouse is piled up to the stables. We don't have much silver left to buy more silk."

Lin Yunfei scolded, "If the horses starve to death, let them starve! Take the fodder money and use it to buy silk!"

"What? Take the fodder money to buy silk?"

The steward was shocked.

But Lin Yunfei scolded him directly, "The higher the waves, the more expensive the fish. Hurry up!"

"Zhao Gao can still rise!"

Meanwhile.

Among the commoners of the Zhao Kingdom.

A school.

The students tore up their book pages and folded them into one silk boat after another. The private tutor taught the "Ode to Zhao Gao" instead of the "Analects."

Wave after wave of sound, like a mountain and sea tsunami, rang out in unison.

"Mountains of silk, seas of silk, heaven-sent good fortune!"

"Mountains of silk, seas of silk, heaven-sent good fortune!"

East of the city.

In a house.

Mrs. Wang was not old, about thirty, and had just lost her husband, but she had received a compensation payment.

She exchanged her late husband's coffin money for Zhao Gao, hid it under the bed, and had to cuddle with it every night.

"This is much warmer than a man."

Outside the city.

In every household, the people of the Zhao Kingdom were full of expectation and smiles.

This year, you destroyed your farmland, and I used all my net worth to buy Zhao Gao; we all believe in a bright future.