The Little Darling Wife Who is a Divine Doctor Saved the Entire Family of the Duke's Mansion Chapter 564: Call me Grandpa

Settling down in the northwest as lowly local officials, their son studied at the academy to train as a teacher. Though lacking the glory of high positions in the capital, this existence brought steady comfort and peace.

Mo Jiuye deeply wished his companions would stay in the northwest to aid him, yet he couldn't indulge in such selfishness, as these were gifted and capable individuals with brighter chances to display their talents in the capital.

Yet the others were resolute in their decision, and even grasping the logic, they stood firm on remaining in the northwest.

This filled Mo Jiuye with deep satisfaction, confirming their true nature as honorable and loyal gentlemen.

Days passed swiftly amid the hustle.

The Mo family celebrated their second Spring Festival in the northwest.

Unlike past years, this night marked the first complete family reunion for the Mo clan in over ten years, with everyone present.

Previously, even without news of Mo men falling in battle, some always stood guard at the border, missing family gatherings.

Old Lady Mo beamed with utmost joy today, beholding her husband and sons all together, and especially because He Zhiran had brought a new Mo family member into the world that year.

Gazing at the joyful sight of the whole family united, tears of happiness streamed down the old lady's cheeks.

Spotting his wife in tears, Mo Qing instantly understood why, feeling his own eyes well up in that instant.

The women hurried to console the elders, while cherishing the rarity of this family union.

Little Pearl excelled at cheering everyone up. Detecting the seniors' feelings, she cooed loudly to seize all eyes.

Before long, Pearl drew every gaze, prompting all to dry their tears and compete to cuddle the playful tot.

Pearl possessed a real talent for it: suddenly, the Mo household's mood flipped entirely, with wide grins lighting up every face.

Six years passed...

Within a vast estate at the base of Tian Xiang Mountain in the northwest provincial capital.

This stood as the King of Defending the West's Mansion, built under Hu Cong's direct supervision over more than six months.

The estate sprawled enormously, enclosing over a dozen independent courtyards plus all necessary amenities.

Its design at first sight mirrored the dwellings the Mo family erected near Xi Ling Village's mountain base.

Crucially, it nestled against a majestic mountain blanketed in fruit and tea trees, offering a fresh and vibrant vista from distance.

On a clear autumn day, Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran, clad in simple attire, wandered the lively market street of the northwest.

The market street buzzed with crowds, mostly travelers from distant lands lured by its fame.

Locals in the domain toiled busily during daylight hours, lacking time for idle strolling.

Evenings alone saw them visiting to spend wages earned through sweat.

Truly, idleness had vanished from the northwest lands.

For their princess proved incredibly capable, founding myriad factories and workshops where any willing worker secured reliable, high-paying jobs.

Boys and girls among the young all attended school each day.

Furthermore, high-yield crops farmed across northwest fields yielded surpluses after taxes, sold to external grain traders for substantial yearly earnings.

The market street under Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran's steps had arisen five years prior, in the second year post the Mo brothers' victory return.

He Zhiran and Mo Jiuye had collaborated on its planning and design.

Uniform in size and style, shops lined both sides of the full length.

At the street's debut, He Zhiran suggested selling shops to foreign merchants, but then none foresaw prosperity here. Traders dismissed the Princess of Defending the West's vision as whimsical, erecting flashy storefronts in barren northwest merely for profit.

Profit was her aim indeed, but He Zhiran sought vast riches while aiming to bring novel enterprises to the northwest.

Unbeknownst to her, skeptics failed to grasp her strategy, leaving initial shop sales barren.

Yet Tang Mingrui, long partnered with He Zhiran, never lacked such foresight.

How could he possibly overlook the tremendous future commercial potential of these shops?

Though Tang Mingrui had accumulated some wealth by now, acquiring every single shop along the full street still posed a massive financial strain for him.

Yet, if he let this golden opportunity slip away over such a trivial obstacle, then he simply wouldn't be the Tang Mingrui everyone knew.

Tang Mingrui approached a money house for a silver loan and in the end secured over half the shops on the northwest commercial street.

From the start, he had no plans to resell these shops to others for profit margins once prosperity bloomed. Rather, his vision was to transform them all into booming enterprises partnering with the Mo family.

That's exactly what happened: with He Zhiran detesting business dealings and opting instead to serve as a supplier, every product from the Mo family's workshops and factories now flowed into Tang Mingrui's operations.

Tang Mingrui's enterprises expanded dramatically, now extending across the whole of Da Shun and the small kingdoms bordering it.

Last year, on Meng Huaining's urging, he poured his hard-won silver into the imperial treasury to support Da Shun's building of the Grand Canal and levees.

For this monumental service, Nan Yu made sure not to let Tang Mingrui down, granting him a lavish gilded plaque engraved with "Imperial Merchant of Da Shun."

Tang Mingrui had risen to fame as a prestigious imperial merchant, five years ahead of what history foretold for Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran.

Though the commercial street held plenty of shops, the joint ventures between Tang Mingrui and He Zhiran handled a wide array of goods, ensuring no shops sat empty.

The handful of remaining shops vanished fast too, once Tang Mingrui's diverse businesses ignited the street's economic firestorm.

Those early doubters who failed to spot the potential here now wallowed in gut-wrenching remorse.

These days, no shop on this street could be bought, regardless of the fortune offered.

Owners raked in overflowing profits—who in their right mind would sell?

The commercial street's fame swelled to legendary heights, luring the empire's elite from every Da Shun region to behold its glory firsthand.

The couple wandered at a relaxed pace.

"Lord Mo, Princess He..."

That voice struck a deeply familiar chord, and the pair spun around, faces etched with shock.

"Your Maj..."

Mo Jiuye had hardly spoken the first word when Nan Yu stopped him with a quick gesture.

Nan Yu appeared far more worldly and refined than six years prior, yet his aura of unyielding righteousness persisted strong.

"Just call me 'Third Prince.'"

Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran traded amused smiles.

"When did Your Third Highness reach the northwest? Why didn't you let us know so we could welcome you properly?"

Nan Yu flicked open his folding fan, his features beaming with delight.

"I only just arrived today. I figured I'd first explore Da Shun's premier commercial street, but never dreamed I'd encounter you two."

At the mention of the commercial street, a spark of pride lit He Zhiran's eyes: this was her hard-fought masterpiece.

"What does Your Third Highness think of this commercial street?"