Mr. Tian left.
Chen Nan also left.
If it weren't for seeking justice for his mother.
He would never have come to the Chen family.
"Chen Bohan." Guan Yan Yue's tears streamed down her face, her expression a mixture of anger and pain. "Have you forgotten who made you the current patriarch of the Chen family?"
"If we hadn't married, could you have become the patriarch of the Chen family?"
"Now, look at you, all to climb the social ladder, you've demoted me to a concubine."
"And made that slut the primary wife."
"Where is your conscience?"
"Was it eaten by dogs?"
"You only dared to demote me to a concubine because my Guan family has fallen, otherwise, would you have the guts?"
"You are a despicable coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong, and is ungrateful."
The Guan family was originally a prominent family in Guangling Prefecture.
Guan Yan Yue was the pearl of the Guan family.
Because she admired Chen Bohan's talent and appearance.
She married him against her family's advice.
And then helped Chen Bohan become the patriarch of the Chen family.
However.
Three years ago.
The backing of the Guan family collapsed.
The Guan family also declined as a result.
In Guan Yan Yue's opinion.
If the Guan family's backing hadn't collapsed, even if Chen Bohan were given a hundred times his courage, he wouldn't dare to demote her to a concubine and make Wang Meng Qing that slut the primary wife.
Chen Bohan, enraged, retorted, "Everything I do is for the revitalization of the Chen family. What is wrong with what I have done?"
Guan Yan Yue gritted her teeth and said, "Then was marrying me also for the revitalization of the Chen family?"
"Yes, are you satisfied with that answer?" Chen Bohan said impatiently, "Guards, escort me to the West City to bring the Eldest Mistress back to the Chen family."
Strictly speaking.
He needed to hold a wedding first and bring Wang Meng Qing back to the Chen family in grand style.
But Chen Nan had refused this.
It was sufficient to bring his mother back first.
As for the wedding, it was not important.
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After returning to the Leng family.
Chen Nan spent the entire afternoon completing one-third of Teacher Bai's content.
He was so tired that his wrists ached faintly.
"Based on the current word count and plot, two books should be more than enough."
The novels in this world were vastly different from those on Earth.
Even among Master Lan's numerous works, the one with the most words did not exceed thirty thousand characters.
This was far from the standard for publishing a book.
But why could they be published?
Master Lan was not foolish.
If the word count was insufficient, illustrations would make up for it.
However.
Were illustrations really a good thing?
Although those illustrations were exquisite, even detailed.
From Chen Nan's perspective as someone from the mortal world.
Illustrations might seem good.
But they would limit the reader's imagination.
A truly good story needs no illustrations; they would be superfluous.
It was far better to let the readers' imaginations run wild.
This was the greatest pleasure of reading!
Another point.
Master Lan's works each featured one protagonist and one story.
But Chen Nan intended to serialize Teacher Bai's story.
Similar to short stories and novels.
He didn't know if this format would work, but he had great confidence in Teacher Bai's story.
"Young Master, it's time for your medicine."
Song Zi Wei, dressed in a light pink long dress with her black hair cascading down her back, appeared youthful yet was undoubtedly a beauty in the making.
She handed the medicinal soup to Chen Nan and then eagerly picked up the story Chen Nan had written to read.
Her face instantly flushed like a ripe peach. "Thank you for your hard work, Young Master. You must be feeling unwell from writing so much, right?"
"Are you sure you don't need any help?"
Cough, cough!
Chen Nan choked, coughing violently. "If I let you help, what's the difference between me and a beast?"
Song Zi Wei mumbled softly, "You're worse than a beast."
"Ah?" Chen Nan looked puzzled. "What are you mumbling about? Can't you speak louder?"
Song Zi Wei let out a soft snort and left with Chen Nan's story.
"What a calamity!"
Chen Nan sighed softly.
If possible, he didn't want Song Zi Wei to be his first reader.
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The next day.
After breakfast and taking his medicine.
Chen Nan left the Leng family, carrying the story he had written.
After two days of rest, his injuries had clearly improved significantly.
As long as he didn't engage in strenuous activity, he generally felt no abnormalities.
But if his movements were too abrupt, his chest still ached faintly.
There were three printing factories in Tongcheng.
His goal this time was to find a printing factory to print his story and sell it.
He needed to make money!
He arrived at the Wu Family Printing Factory.
This was the smallest of the three printing factories and was on the verge of collapse.
The reason for coming here was simple.
The Wu family printing factory was about to go bankrupt, so he could negotiate better terms with them.
After all, the other two printing factories would not bother with a new author at all.
Even if they cooperated, the profit sharing would be exorbitant.
Conversely.
The Wu family printing factory would be more approachable.
Upon arriving at the Wu family printing factory, he explained his purpose to a staff member.
He was then led to a tastefully decorated room.
There was also an incense burner in the antique room.
Good quality incense was burning inside, which was calming to the mind.
After waiting for about ten minutes.
A beautiful woman in her thirties, with a voluptuous figure and wearing a purple long dress, appeared before Chen Nan.
Her features were delicate, and she exuded a unique mature charm.
She looked both innocent and alluring.
Holding a scented fan, she walked out with a faint smile. "I am Mistress Wu Ning. May I know the young master's name?"
Chen Nan replied, "My surname is Chen."
Mistress Wu Ning nodded slightly. "I heard from the servants that Young Master Chen wishes to publish a book? May I ask what kind of story it is, and has it obtained a publication license?"
Chen Nan said, "It's not that I want to publish a book, but my friend wants to publish a book. He's unable to come forward himself, so he asked me to act on his behalf."
Although publishing a book did not violate the laws of the underworld.
He was still a person of honor.
So he had to fabricate a friend.
Mistress Wu Ning said, "Has the young master brought the story his friend wrote? To publish a book, we need to read the story first. Only good stories can be published."
Chen Nan felt a little awkward. "I brought the story, but can someone come over to review it?"
Mistress Wu Ning showed a hint of sadness. "My husband is gravely ill and is currently bedridden. All matters, big and small, at the printing factory are handled by me now."
"I can completely help you... review your friend's story."
Chen Nan almost spat out blood.
Why was the second reader also a woman?
Never mind!
As long as it could be published and make money.
It wasn't impossible to let her be the second reader.
Thus.
He handed the first draft he had written to Mistress Wu Ning.
After receiving it, Mistress Wu Ning sat beside Chen Nan and began to read it attentively.
It was fine at first.
But as she read on, her face turned a deep crimson.
Like a ripe peach, delicate and enticing.
Making one want to take a bite.
It seemed the content of the story had moved her.
So much so that the book in her hands trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Chen Nan was greatly surprised.
Did this book have such power?