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Chapter 468 Even a prince might have narrowed his path! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
But then I thought about it again. With His Majesty's power, not to mention organizing a flower festival, even setting a new holiday is just a matter of a word.

After the banquet, Li Ji immediately summoned officials from the Ministry of Rites and drafted the rules for the "Ten Thousand Flowers Festival" overnight.

If he continues to be so ignorant, even a prince like him might end up going down a dangerous path.

The gardeners of the Imperial Garden received an urgent order to transplant various rare flowers overnight.

Even the palace embroiderers began rushing to make formal dresses.

I'm afraid that by the day after tomorrow, Li Meng will find out the true identity of this little pot.

At this moment, Li Meng naively believed that she had actually caught up with the annual traditional grand event of the Tian Ce Dynasty.

She nestled close to Li Chen, looking forward to the flower festival the day after tomorrow, completely unaware that this "traditional festival that has lasted for three hundred years" was actually set up just for her alone.

The next morning, Li Meng arrived at the headquarters of Wanbao Chamber of Commerce accompanied by Li Chen.

As soon as she stepped into the magnificent building, she nervously gripped Li Chen's sleeve.

Li Chen gently patted the back of her hand: "Don't be afraid, President Jiang is very easy to get along with."

Jiang Rong had been waiting for a long time in the reception room on the top floor of the Chamber of Commerce.

Upon seeing Li Meng enter, she immediately stood up to greet her, her lake-green dress swaying gracefully with each step.

"This must be Miss Li, right? I've long heard of a saintess in the Southern Frontier who is both talented and beautiful. Seeing her today, I can confirm that her reputation is well-deserved."

Jiang Rong's smile was gentle, and her voice was like a spring breeze.

Li Meng was instantly stunned. The woman in front of her was not only stunningly beautiful, but also possessed a mature and intellectual air.

Especially her curvaceous figure made the usually confident Li Meng feel a little inferior for the first time.

She subconsciously looked down at her still somewhat immature figure and quietly swallowed.

"Hello, President Jiang." Li Meng stammered as she bowed, her silver ornaments jingling.

Jiang Rong warmly pulled her to a seat: "I heard you want to promote insect banquets and handicrafts from southern Xinjiang? I've seen the samples, and they are indeed very unique."

She opened a beautifully designed booklet: "We can open a franchise store on Zhuque Street, the most bustling street in the capital. Our chamber of commerce can cover 70% of the costs in the initial stage."

Li Meng's eyes widened; the terms were far more generous than she had imagined!
She secretly glanced at Li Chen standing to the side, thinking that Little Pot must have a high status in the Chamber of Commerce, otherwise why would President Jiang give him such face?
The talks went exceptionally smoothly. Jiang Rong not only promised to provide the most favorable cooperation terms, but also offered to send a caravan to southern Xinjiang for inspection.

Before leaving, she even personally put a delicate silver hairpin on Li Meng's head: "This is a gift from the Chamber of Commerce to our business partners."

Jiang Rong was certainly aware of the relationship between Li Meng and Li Chen. This silver hairpin was carefully selected by her and could be considered priceless.

As Li Meng walked out of the Chamber of Commerce, she was still immersed in surprise.

She suddenly circled around Li Chen, tilted her head, and asked, "Little brother, don't you think President Jiang is very pretty?"

Li Chen chuckled: "Of course."

He thought to himself, "How could my wife not be beautiful?" But he didn't say it aloud.

Li Meng smiled slyly and leaned close to his ear: "Don't you have any ideas?"

"Ouch!" Before she could finish speaking, Li Chen gently tapped her on the head.

"No for now. Go about your business and stop thinking about these things all the time," Li Chen said, feigning seriousness.

Li Meng covered her head, pouting with a wronged look: "I was just asking, little brother, Chairman Jiang promised to give us the best shop! After the flower fair tomorrow, I'll start preparing with my fellow disciples!"

Looking at her innocent and carefree demeanor, Li Chen wondered what her expression would be when she learned the truth at the flower fair tomorrow.

After chatting for a while, Li Chen left first, citing important matters.

He has indeed been very busy with official duties lately, and the reason he arrived late at the banquet last night was because he had just returned from an incognito trip to the south.

A mountain of memorials awaited his review; this was probably the only thing in the world that could give this emperor, a peak Saint Realm expert, a real headache. Inside the imperial study, candlelight blazed brightly.

Li Chen rubbed his temples and casually flipped open a secret report.

The document contains recent rumors circulating between the Tian Ce Dynasty and the Yong Zhou Empire, with some claiming that he was secretly colluding with Emperor Charles Stan of Yong Zhou.

Such rumors posed no problem within Tian Ce territory, as Li Chen's prestige necessitated no explanation.

But for the emperor of the Eternal Day Empire, who was in a precarious situation, this was undoubtedly a disaster.

"Charles must be having a hard time sleeping and eating right now," Li Chen chuckled, placing the secret report aside.

He knew the power structure of the Eternal Day Empire all too well.

There, the Pope is the true ruler, and even emperors must kneel before the Pope to receive blessings upon their coronation.

If the Pope determines that Charles is colluding with enemy countries, replacing the emperor would be a simple matter.

Meanwhile, inside the palace of the Everlasting Empire, Charles Stan was pacing anxiously back and forth.

He had just finished explaining to the Pope, and now he was to have another audience.

The young emperor knew very well that explanations alone were not enough; he needed to take concrete actions against the Tian Ce Dynasty to clear his name.

"Your Majesty, His Holiness the Pope has summoned you," the attendant reported tremblingly.

Charles took a deep breath and straightened his clothes: "Prepare the horses, let's go to the Temple."

He felt that he was a useless emperor of a superpower, but there was nothing he could do!
In the capital city of Tian Ce, there was someone even more troublesome than Charles: Zhao Jing, the head of the Zhao Group.

This powerful merchant, who wielded considerable influence in the southern countries, stood before the headquarters of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"Distinguished guest, I'm truly sorry, but Chairman Jiang's schedule is already full for today," the guard at the door said politely.

Zhao Jingqiang suppressed his anger and tried his best to maintain a smile: "Then when can we schedule a meeting?"

"You may leave your visiting card. We will send someone to inform you once the chairman has made arrangements," the guard replied matter-of-factly.

Zhao Jing's lips twitched. In the southern kingdoms, even the emperor had to send a letter three days in advance to see him.

But this was the Tian Ce Dynasty, and he dared not act rashly, so he could only force a smile and say, "Then I'll have to trouble you, young man."

He then handed over a gold-embossed visiting card and secretly slipped a bag of gold coins into it.

The guard pushed the gold coins back, saying, "You're too kind, esteemed guest. Our Wanbao Merchant Guild has a rule that we don't accept these."

Zhao Jing was rebuffed and left dejectedly.

He hadn't walked far when he turned back to look at the magnificent building, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

In the Tian Ce Dynasty, his wealth and connections, which he was so proud of, seemed to have become insignificant.

"Master, what's next?" the attendant asked cautiously.

In the southern countries, these attendants would be a force that even local officials fear.

Here, they have to be careful what they say.

Zhao Jing sighed, "Let's go back to the inn and wait for news. Remember, keep a low profile here and don't cause trouble."

Meanwhile, Li Meng was happily choosing clothes to wear for tomorrow's flower show on Zhuque Street, completely unaware of the undercurrents of court intrigue.

She picked up a tulle dress embroidered with butterflies and held it up to her eyes, a happy smile spreading across her face.

Tomorrow, she and Xiaoguoguo will be attending the legendary Flower Festival.

(End of this chapter)