Those several major theaters were packed to overflowing at all times, whether day or night. As for the bookshop, even though Xi Hanzhou had found thirty or forty people to copy books, they still could not meet the demand.
This had Su Qiao considering whether to develop the Printing Technique.
In any case, her earnings were now quite substantial, and she kept writing, releasing one book every three days at the pace of one new play.
The Emperor was somewhat surprised. "He even charged you money to run away?"
Hadn't he taken a fancy to that young lady?
And he still charged her?
The Emperor suddenly grew a little worried. His son had grown so old without ever touching a woman. Could he be too slow-witted in that regard?
Should he find someone to teach him properly?
But that wouldn't do either. His body had not yet recovered. Last time, he had wanted to send him a few women to teach him about such matters, but it had ended up hurting him instead, leaving him unable to smile freely for several days.
"Your Majesty, even blood brothers keep their accounts clear. It's better to settle matters involving money properly. What do you think?"
Su Qiao sounded utterly righteous.
"Hmph, Hanzhou certainly indulges you." The Emperor shot her an exasperated glance, a rare trace of helplessness showing on his face.
Su Qiao knew at once that he had no intention of settling accounts with her.
She hurriedly summoned her courage, ran to the stone table, plopped herself down, and grinned shamelessly. "Hehe, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince remembers that little favor I did him, and he also saw how poor I am, so he showed me some mercy."
After sitting down, Su Qiao saw that the Emperor's expression had not