"Is that the wrong attitude?" Emperor Xuanming said lightly, "I see you donât feel youâve done anything wrong at all."
"Your Majesty, it was my mistake." Chu Heng paused and seamlessly adopted a wronged posture.
Emperor Xuanmingâs mouth twitched slightly, "Hmph, then tell me, where did you go wrong?"
"My mistake was not reporting this matter to Your Majesty sooner." Chu Heng quickly came up with a reason.
Emperor Xuanming squinted his eyes and said, "Since you know youâve erred, shouldnât you make amends?"
"...Indeed, but I donât know how Your Majesty would like me to compensate." Chu Heng would be silly not to realize Emperor Xuanming was intentionally stretching this out.
"I want to do business with Madam Chu, itâs for my personal estate, not the Ministry of Revenue. Minister Chu, would you mind going home and putting in a good word with Madam Chu?"
"Your Majesty, arenât you plainly asking me to go home and talk in her ear?" Chu Heng was a bit speechless.
"What? You canât?" Emperor Xuanmingâs face immediately darkened.
Chu Heng shook his head, "I can do that, but please donât let outsiders know, or Iâll lose face at home."
"Minister Chu still has authority at home?" Emperor Xuanmingâs expression was somewhat peculiar.
Even though he knew Chu Heng was purposely cooperating with him, he felt at ease, and naturally enjoyed talking with him. This was also why Emperor Xuanming didnât want to lose such a good subject.
If Chu Heng were greedy for power or lacked ability.
He wouldnât miss him to this extent.
But Chu Heng wasnât greedy for power, and he could solve many worries for him.
Even as the Emperor, Emperor Xuanming had his own desires; he didnât want a minister who could not only make him happy but also enrich his coffers to leave.
Of course, all this was based on the premise that the Chu family had no thoughts of rebellion.
Chu Heng returned from the palace, using this as an excuse, he skipped work to return home.
"Why are you back so early?" Ye Muyu was quite pleasantly surprised.
"I went to the palace." Chu Heng explained the situation.
Ye Muyu listened, satisfied, and pinched his cheek, "Very good, in the future, donât spend all your time on government affairs. Even without you at the yamen, it still operates smoothly."
"Understood, Iâll try to be home more often." Seeing her happy, Chu Heng couldnât help but smile slightly.
"By the way, what did the Emperor talk to you about when you went to the palace?" Ye Muyu knew Emperor Xuanming never summoned Chu Heng for no reason.
Chu Heng nodded, "Hmm, the Emperor wants to do business with you in glazed mirrors. How do you propose we cooperate?"
"Cooperation is fine, give the Emperor a thirty percent profit and let him use the official newspaper to advertise for us." In front of Chu Heng, Ye Muyu didnât hesitate to use terms that were hard for people of this era to understand.
She felt very comfortable and carefree, not fearing that Chu Heng wouldnât understand her.
Now that both of them had lived in two different worlds, their values had grown closer, and naturally, their affections had deepened.
"Alright, Iâll write up the specific contract, and you can read it." Chu Heng reached out, took the inkwell on the desk, and began to slowly grind ink.
Ye Muyu raised her eyebrows, "I can write it myself too."
"Youâve already been writing for a long time today, doesnât your wrist hurt?" Chu Heng shook his head disapprovingly, "You can also take your time writing books, writing non-stop like this will be unbearable."
"Oh, so you care about me." Ye Muyu bent down, kissed him on the cheek, and said with a smile.
Compared to her previous reserved nature, after Chu Heng woke up again, her emotions were noticeably more straightforward.