diymy Chapter 56 Layout
Chapter 56 Layout
The next morning, Yin'e was awakened by the chirping of birds.
He opened his eyes and found that Ulan was already awake.
He turned his head and saw Ulan sitting half-sitting and half-leaning against the headboard, wearing a white undergarment with the collar slightly open, revealing a section of her slender white collarbone.
She sat half-sitting, half-leaning against the headboard, wearing a white undergarment, her hair loose over her shoulders, and holding a wooden comb in her hand, slowly combing it.
The morning light streamed in through the window, casting a pale golden halo over her silhouette, making her look quite beautiful.
She sensed that Yin'e had woken up, turned her head, and glanced at him.
There was a tenderness in that look that I had never seen before.
"Tenth Master is awake. I've had water prepared for you to wash up."
Yin'e sat up, the blanket slipping down to his waist.
He reached out and took the wooden comb from Ulan's hand, and combed the rest of her hair for her.
Ulan didn't move, she just sat there quietly, letting him do as he pleased.
After combing his hair, Ulan took a warm, damp handkerchief from the tray and handed it to him.
Yin'e took it, wiped his face, and then handed it back.
Ulan took the handkerchief, then picked up the comb and combed his hair, tying it up for him.
The two moved naturally and in perfect harmony, like an old married couple who had lived together for many years.
After dressing, Yin'e stood in front of the bronze mirror and straightened his clothes.
Ulan walked behind him, reached out to straighten his collar, and then patted off non-existent dust from his shoulders.
"Tenth Prince, from now on... I will be a good wife to you."
Yin'e turned around, looked at her, reached out and gently pinched her chin.
"You always have been."
Ulan's face turned red again.
Yin'e smiled, released his grip, and turned to walk out of the courtyard.
A morning breeze blew in, carrying a hint of coolness and the fresh scent of earth.
He took a deep breath and felt like he had lost several pounds.
He reached out and gently clenched his fist in mid-air.
A white light shone from his palm, and the movie "Overheard" played.
He turned to Ulan's page, his gaze falling on the line of numbers.
[Target of surveillance: Borjigit Ulan]
[Current Affection Level: 141.2 (Soul Pact)]
[Listening distance: 220 meters, unobstructed]
[Eavesdropping capabilities: Can penetrate any obstacle, can listen to inner thoughts, and can trace conversations at any time within 24 hours]
Yin'e stared at that number, stunned for a long time.
141.2, the bond of souls.
He didn't know the upper limit of favorability, but just by looking at the words "Soul Contract," he knew it was no ordinary thing.
The listening distance jumped from a dozen meters to 220 meters, more than ten times the previous distance.
With its barrier-free access, ability to listen to inner thoughts, and ability to trace conversations from the past 24 hours, these features combined are like having a third eye.
If he were to lie prone in the mansion, he could hear conversations from most of the capital city.
If he gets any closer, the entire imperial city will be within his surveillance range.
By then, the Crown Prince, Fourth Master, Eighth Master, Ninth Master—every move and word of them will be in his grasp.
Just thinking about it is awesome.
But Yin'e quickly regained his composure.
He knew that Ulan's favorability rating had risen so quickly because of their special relationship as husband and wife.
He was her husband. She had feelings for him, guilt, dependence, and gratitude. All these things combined to create this incredible number.
It's incredibly difficult to get others to reach that level.
Those who are the eighth, ninth, and fourteenth princes, they'd be lucky to get seventy or eighty points.
He closed the book, tucked it into his sleeve, and strode toward his study.
In the study, Fuquan had been waiting for quite a while.
He stood before the desk, holding a thick account book in his hands, his expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Tenth Master!" Upon seeing Yin'e enter, Fuquan quickly bowed. "I have finished counting all those boxes. I checked them against the register that Miss Su Mo'er gave me, and everything is in order. I have made a register for them all."
He handed over the account books with both hands.
Yin'e took it and turned to the first page.
Dense, dense handwriting came into view:
Goldware: twelve pairs of gold bracelets, eighteen gold hairpins, six pairs of gold necklaces, twenty-four pairs of gold earrings, thirty-six gold rings... worth approximately 40,000 taels of silver.
Silverware: four silver kettles, eight silver bowls, sixteen pairs of silver chopsticks, twelve silver plates, eight silver locks... worth approximately 15,000 taels of silver.
Jewelry: three sets of coral bead headdresses, two sets of turquoise headdresses, six pairs of pearl earrings, twelve agate bracelets, eight amber pendants... worth approximately 60,000 taels of silver.
Silk: 120 bolts of various silks and satins, including 16 bolts of brocade, 24 bolts of brocade satin, and 30 bolts of cloud brocade... worth approximately 30,000 taels of silver.
Fur goods: 60 mink pelts, 80 fox pelts, 200 lambskins, 40 wolf pelts... worth approximately 20,000 taels of silver.
Land deeds: 3,000 mu of grassland, two pastures and horse farms, three shops in Hohhot... worth approximately 50,000 taels of silver.
Other items: various gemstones, jade artifacts, ornaments, Tibetan carpets, Buddha statues, and other miscellaneous items, valued at approximately 30,000 taels of silver.
Total: Approximately 250,000 taels.
Yin'e's eyes widened even more.
Two hundred and fifty thousand taels!
In the days since he transmigrated, he first owed 200,000 yuan and was almost driven to death by the fourth brother, but the ninth brother paid off his debt.
Then there was the matter of covering up a deficit of 300,000 for the Wei family. Although Emperor Kangxi had agreed to use the money from the imperial treasury, it was, after all, the emperor's money, not his own.
He could count the amount of cash he had on his fingers.
But now, these 250,000 taels truly belong to him.
He had his start-up capital.
Yin'e closed the account book, placed it on the desk, and gently stroked the cover with his fingers.
He already had a general idea of what to do.
Now that he had the money and Yin De was recruiting talented people for him, he could start making plans.
What he needs to do is not just survive in this game of succession, but to use his knowledge from his previous life to accomplish something earth-shattering in this era.
In his previous life, Yin'e was a corporate slave, not a scientist.
But he had one advantage: he had seen those things before.
Once you've seen them, you know they exist; knowing they exist provides a clue to follow.
He doesn't need to start from scratch; he just needs to pull that thread out of the deep sea of memory and then hand it over to others to experiment with and implement.
Medicine was the first thing that came to his mind.
It's not for any other reason than that the level of medical care in this era is too low.
Judging from his previous use of chrysophanol to help Yin Tang (the Ninth Prince) treat gout, this approach is indeed feasible.
The medicines he had in his mind weren't complete formulas, but they were enough to guide people.
If it succeeds, it's not just a matter of money; it can save lives and change an entire era.
Yin'e opened his eyes, picked up a brush, spread out a blank sheet of Xuan paper, and wrote four characters at the top.
Feasible prescription.