Zhu Wencong curiously examined the woman's humble home. With the advent of the industrial age, the quality of life for the populace had slightly improved.
Cheap industrial goods had replaced expensive handcrafted items, affording the people a certain level of purchasing power—they no longer feared eating or drinking beyond their means.
Chen Yujing, who had been following from behind, wore an expression of disbelief, wondering if this was still the postwar Jiangnan she once knew.
"Brother-in-law! Here's your Longevity Tablet!" Su Wanyao tugged Zhu Wencong toward a small room.
Yet Zhu Wencong's gaze rested on the portrait above the Longevity Tablet. It was a photo from when he had just ascended the throne, now in market circulation far sooner than he'd expected.
"Do you know which manufacturer made these?" Zhu Wencong asked Dongfang Ruixing.
"You should know! It's your old friend!" Dongfang Ruixing chuckled knowingly, having already investigated—who would dare act so boldly!
