CH 2.1

In the business arena, profit and loss is a common happening for a businessman.

This is not the first time that Ji Yunxi has done a loss-making business.

Besides, judging from the ending in the book.

Misfortune might be a blessing in disguise instead.

As the right-hand man of the male lead, the Fifth Prince, Yang Weitian was appointed as the Prime Minister after the Fifth Prince ascended to become the Emperor, and was respected as Minister Yang by the government and the people.

Below one person and above ten thousand people, enjoying endless glory very decently.

But a few years after the good days, Yang Weitian drifted away.

He formed cliques for personal gain, recruited people to form a faction, and even deliberately supported the other princes.

This is a taboo.

The new emperor directly ended the Yang family and helped the straight and narrow Wu family up.

In the following three dynasties, the eldest son of the Wu family sat firmly as the Prime Minister and took charge of the government, with countless students under him.

The people love him, all officials respect him, and the emperor believes him.

After the death of Minister Wu, the people in the capital spontaneously wore mourning clothes and did filial piety for a day.

Scholars all over the world mourned and wrote poems and compositions to mourn the revered Old Master Wu.

The protagonist of this book is the Fifth Prince, and the story doesn’t pay much attention to the Wu family.

There’s only a few sentences written at the end of the story in order to set off the male lead’s ability to discover able people and put them at suitable posts.

And this Prime Minister Wu, the revered Old Master Wu, didn’t even have a name.

Ji Yunxi took a light sip of the Longjing tea again and gently put the cup back.

She raised her eyes and interrupted the two elder brothers’ persuasion.

“Eldest Brother, all the officials with posts in the capital that were promoted from the local government this year should have arrived, right?”

Ji Mingxi nodded: “They should have arrived.”

The transfer of the official position of Dayu imperial court will be carried out once a year, and it is basically completed at the end of the year.

So that there will be no vacancy at the first court meeting after the Spring Festival, which can also be counted as having a new atmosphere.

After this transfer, the Li family behind the queen will hold a snow banquet.

In fact, it is a blind date banquet + talent banquet.

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To pick out whether there are suitable young talents and if so, does he want to have an in-law?

See, the new year is coming soon. Two happy events come one after the other, isn’t that even better?

If they can’t be the in-law, then what about coming to take refuge under them and help them do things? They will guarantee that he will be able to eat well in the upper class in the capital. This can be done too.

And so on.

Seventh Ji is vigilant: “Third Ji, what are you asking this for? Did you listen to what we just told you? Marriage is a big matter, how can you…”

“I have listened.” Ji Yunxi’s tone is no different from when she was reading the text. “Seventh Brother, I will go with you to the snow banquet.”

Really wasted their breath.

Seventh Ji’s heart felt tired and he covered his chest, not wanting to speak anymore.

Ji Mingxi, as the eldest brother in the Ji family, is a lot more stable and open-minded. On the contrary, he is very supportive: “That’s good too. Yun Niang, you can have more choices, but remember not to be too hasty. Marriage is about fate and when fate comes, it will come naturally. It’s useless for you to be anxious about it.”

Ji Yunxi nodded in agreement: “By the way, brother, among the capital’s officials promoted this time, is there a person surnamed Wu in it?”

“Wu?” Ji Mingxi thought for a while, “This surname is very common, and there are indeed two families who are surnamed Wu in it.”

Seventh Ji, who was leaning against the couch on the side leisurely with an unrestrained posture, raised his eyebrow when he heard the words and looked at his sister somewhat unexpectedly: “Your eyes are not that bad this time.”

Ji Yunxi: “?”

“I am quite familiar with this Wu family.” Seventh Ji sat up straight a little bit. “I know their eldest young master.”