Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 92 Ma Wenxiang arrives in Beijing and first meets Mao Xiang

"What joke is Lord Mao spouting? What virtue or ability do I possess to be called Your Majesty?"

Ma Wenxiang said.

But Mao Xiang didn't care. In his mind, if the person in front of him wasn't the Empress today, perhaps she would be tomorrow; if not tomorrow, perhaps the day after.

Rather than being impolite, it's better to follow the rules and be polite; at least you'll never make a mistake.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty and the Empress have been waiting in the palace for quite some time."

At this moment, Mao Xiang looked at Ma Wenxiang. Although his face was expressionless, a trace of regret still flashed in his eyes.

If this "Empress" were a woman, then everything would be simple. At worst, His Majesty could go through the trouble of bringing her into the harem, and that would become a matter of the harem, having absolutely nothing to do with the court.

Unfortunately, this plan ultimately came to nothing.

Moreover, the Empress in the inner palace would probably never easily agree to such a request now.

Mao Xiang would never dare to provoke such bad luck, but deep down he seemed to feel a bit of relief.

Your Majesty's character.

They, his old buddies, all knew this.

Although I haven't thought about the bad consequences that will follow, I have a good understanding of Ma Xiuying's character.

These old brothers, including their descendants, knew everything perfectly well.

Therefore, he was naturally more at ease having such a concubine around, and perhaps even more so after His Majesty passed away.

They were then more at ease.

At least if one day I cause some terrible disaster, there's still this lady in front of me who can save me.

For them, this was already an incredible stroke of luck.

Therefore, he naturally extended his affection to Ma Wenxiang and treated him with great respect.

Seeing that he couldn't convince the other party, Ma Wenxiang could only let it go.

Anyway, there's more than one concubine in the palace, so no one would ever think of him as the empress.

Moreover, homosexual relationships existed in ancient times, and everyone understands the intricacies of this.

At worst, it would just be spreading rumors about Zhu Tianzi, and that would be the limit.

After all, if anyone dared to spread rumors, Mao Xiang would probably be able to resolve everything without Zhu Tianzi even knowing, so Ma Wenxiang's reputation could be preserved and he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to find a wife in the future.

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As soon as he entered the gates of the capital and stepped onto the streets, the people around him naturally avoided him like the plague.

But the powerful and wealthy in the capital city became curious.

After all, Mao Xiang's identity was known to everyone in the capital, and the fact that he could personally lead a team meant that Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor, was most likely behind it.

This will naturally lead many people to have different thoughts.

Chunmanlou is located in the corner of the second-floor private room by the window on Zuoxiang, a main thoroughfare in the capital.

Xu Da, Tang He, and Feng Sheng, who had recently returned to the capital, were having a pleasant get-together, raising their glasses in toasts.

Suddenly, Mao Xiang's figure leading the way came into everyone's view, immediately attracting their attention.

So naturally, people started asking questions.

"Who is in this carriage? What a grand entrance! The Imperial Guard Commander's Office has been mobilized. This is extraordinary."

Xu Da squinted and spoke softly, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

He is now the Duke of Wei, and even during his investiture ceremony, he overshadowed Li Shanchang, the Duke of Han.

Even the title of "the head of the six dukes".

Xu Da was even more deserving of the title than Li Shanchang.

"Could she be a beauty from somewhere special? Is His Majesty planning another beauty pageant?"

Tang He uttered these rubbish words the moment he opened his mouth.

But at this moment, everyone actually thought in that direction.

You should know that the people of the Imperial Guard Commandery are the emperor's personal guards, unless they are acting on the orders of that Zhu emperor.

They don't usually go out much.

Even if there were missions, they would only be ordinary captains under his command. Under normal circumstances, it would be absolutely impossible to send Mao Xiang out. These are two completely different things.

At this moment, Feng Sheng had just returned to the capital.

The Duke of Song did not comment on the matter at hand, but he was somewhat curious.

Seeing that the two had talked for a long time without reaching a conclusion, Feng Sheng slowly said, waving his hand, "Enough, enough. Whether the beauty is someone special in this palace or not, do you think we should get involved in the affairs of the inner court?"

"This is a major taboo in the imperial court."

"Instead of wasting time on that, we should talk about the snowflake salt that has appeared on the market in the past few days."

"Now it's almost become a business exclusively for the royal family. I don't know who came up with this snowflake salt, but the money they make is like money falling from the sky. If you try to catch it with a basin, you could kill someone. There's just no way to catch it all."

Feng Sheng's words immediately drew the attention of both Xu Da and Tang He.

That's perfectly normal. Compared to this pure white snowflake salt, it's an even more valuable item than snowflake silver.

Which of these old comrades, now living in the capital, wouldn't be tempted?

Each of them has contributed to the rise of the dynasty. Now that the dynasty has been established for a long time, although there are still wars, they have all begun to acquire land and accumulate wealth to make a living for themselves and to plan well for their descendants.

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"Snowflake salt appeared so quickly, directly replacing the previous refined salt as the official salt. However, refined salt is still official salt. This combination of high price and low price is more in line with the people's livelihood market."

Through Mao Xiang's words, Ma Wenxiang naturally learned about the palace's arrangements regarding the refined salt.

If someone else had asked about this, Mao Xiang would have avoided answering, but Ma Wenxiang's question made all the difference.

Mao Xiang works in this palace.

His information channels weren't so closed off, so he naturally learned that the true owner of the snowflake salt was both far away and right before his eyes.

Therefore, although everyone in the capital knew about Snowflake Salt, they only knew what it was, but not why it was.

Gradually.

Ma Wenxiang stared at Mao Xiang's figure, a thought suddenly striking him, and asked, "Lord Mao, do you wish to get rich?"

Mao Xiang suddenly stopped, his face remaining as calm as an old dog, but inwardly he was secretly startled.

Sure enough, this "Empress" had other amazing methods for making snowflake salt besides her amazing snowflake salt method. Moreover, judging from her tone, she was willing to let the Mao family also make a fortune.

Although Mao Xiang envisioned this business ultimately becoming a royal affair.

He also understood His Majesty's temperament very well.

However, even if one could gain even half a percent of the benefits, the positive impact on the Mao family's future generations would be immediately apparent.

So naturally, I'm willing to lend a hand.

After all, once the Snowflake Salt reached the Zongren Mansion, there were rumors that half of the net profit it brought had already been distributed.

This half-yield, however, is only kept in the Imperial Clan Court and has not yet entered either the national treasury or the royal treasury.

This sum of money, when corroborated by previous rumors, has led to many intriguing interpretations.

After meeting Ma Wenxiang, Mao Xiang seemed to have become more certain of his suspicions.