King, Queen Wants Divorce Again!

Luling County had always been the richest among the thirteen. Not only was it the richest among the six counties in the East River, but it was also because the shopkeeper of Luling County was one of the four shopkeepers whom Su Qian Shan trusted the most.

He was the old man Su Qian Shan had been with before he took over the Su family. It was a good thing that Su Qianshan had already begun to take control of the family's business by the time Su Zixuan's grandfather met with misfortune while passing through the Grand Canal. As a result, he didn't let his great-uncles get what they wanted.

But at that time, only a few people could be trusted, and the salt trade was extremely important, so they sent this Su to the east of the river.

It was Su Yuan's younger brother, who was also Su Mao's uncle.

After Su Zixuan's grandfather had died, Su Yuan's father had served the Su Family for a few years. Once Su Qian Shan was able to take charge of the family by himself and allow his son to ascend to the throne, his youngest son, Su Ming, had come to the east of the river to watch over the Su Family.

When they first came to Jiangdong, there were only four saltwater families. The rest had all been slowly developed over the past decade or so.

Thus, the Loulan County, where Su would stay, became the head of the thirteen great clans. Thus, even if the various stewards earned more money from the salt trade than the Loulan County, the thirteen great clans would still arrange for the meeting to be held in Loulan County.

Since they were here, Su Zixuan naturally didn't need to be afraid of being taken as a swindler.

Although this Young Master's name was still suspected, as long as Su Mao came to the door, everything would be easily resolved.

Moreover, Su Mao had already sent a message to Loulan County.

Thus, before they even entered the city, Su Hui had already brought a group of people to wait at the city gate.

"Uncle, over here." Su Mao didn't wait for the carriage to arrive at the city gate when he saw a group of people waiting at the city gate.

When they got close, the carriage stopped. Su Li raised his voice: "Young master, please come from afar. Su will be waiting here with his family."

"Why is Uncle being so courteous?" Su Zixuan got down from the carriage, winked at Su Huzhu, and said intimately.

Su would laugh heartily and find it interesting to see Su Zixuan dressed in men's clothes.

"Young master has been worn out from the journey and has lost a lot of weight. From the looks of it, his clothes don't fit him at all." Su Hui actually wanted to say that this outfit was a bit out of line, but he held it in.

In the end, she was still a young girl, so her face was thin.

Su Zixuan glanced at Su Hui with a hint of bitterness. In her memory, this was always the way Uncle Xu acted, carrying a hearty smile. Every time she returned to the capital, he brought along many interesting things for her and her brother.

He was falsely accused of being the head of the Su Clan's sale of salt in the east of the river. Even in the whole of the Fu Clan, he did not escape death.

Speaking of which, the person Su Zixuan hated the most wasn't Yan Yu Qi, nor was it Su Xuemin, but herself. If it wasn't for her personal love, if she wasn't as stupid as she was, why would she call the Thirteen Salts of the River to be used, harming so many people?

As for Su Zhi Xuan, her heart was filled with mixed emotions. She didn't doubt Su Zi Xuan's ability, but it was regretful that she had fallen in the hands of a man.

Fortunately, the engagement was now annulled, and the intelligent lady of the past had returned.

In the past three years, the Thirteen Salt Streams of Jiangdong had been used as bargaining chips to send to the Yan Clan. Not to mention him, even the managers of the other clans felt aggrieved.

It was also because the old master was straightforward and didn't ask the Yan Clan to place people in the salt shop. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to live so peacefully these past three years.

But now, Su Li thought, the little girl from before has grown up and can faintly take charge of herself. Otherwise, how could she be released by the old master for training in the capital?

He still didn't know that Su Qian Shan had just sent a letter from the capital reprimanding Su Zixuan. The Su Clan was still thinking about how their master could be counted as someone to rely on.

The young master could not be relied on, it was just to see if the young miss could support such a huge family.

Su Cheng'an cast another glance at Su Mao. Last autumn, he had made a trip back to the capital to take Su Mao on a trip to the east of the river to gain experience. However, his elder brother had not agreed.

He was more steady and more composed than before.

"Good kid, be by the Young Master's side. You better learn well." Su Li patted Su Mao's shoulder and felt slightly gratified.

"Uncle is right, nephew has indeed learned a lot." Su Mao scratched his head bashfully. Last year, he wanted to come with his uncle to the East River to gain experience, but his father didn't agree.

At that time, Su Mao was reluctant, but now, he changed his mind. The little miss was decisive in her decisions. Some decisions were strange, but later on, they would always have extraordinary results.

To the side, Liu Xian was still somewhat shocked when he saw Su Mao. He didn't know that Su Mao was the nephew of the head storekeeper Su. Could this be the son of the head steward in the capital?

Liu Xian Yuan had originally thought that Su Mao was just some errand boy for the junior family. He didn't expect Su Mao to be so difficult to deal with.

He had been rude to him along the way. Although he hadn't directly told him what to do, it wasn't exactly a courtesy. He wouldn't be wearing small shoes, would he?

Liu Xian was still worried, but no one on the side knew what he was thinking. Even if they knew, they couldn't be bothered to care about it.

The group of people entered the city gate and boarded the original carriage, heading towards the Su Clan.

It was a majestic sight that attracted everyone to watch.

Some people quietly left the crowd, but they were once again submerged in the crowd, their traces nowhere to be seen.