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A gentle smile rested on Chen Xiaojun's lips as he stood quietly before the Duke's Mansion, his warm gaze seeing off the Soul Douluos one by one.
Their figures receded into the bustling crowds, but Chen Xiaojun's thoughts had already drifted toward a far grander blueprint.
The enormous sums involved this time were far beyond what any single department could handle.
The Chen Clan's Finance Ministry, Economic Management Department, Organization Department, and other departments would have to work closely together, each link fitting into the next, to ensure the entire operation ran smoothly.
At the center of this complex, cross-departmental undertaking stood Chen Xiaojun, the young master who wielded the clan's economic authority, overseeing the whole operation.
"Go on, keep smiling. I bet you're so pleased with yourself you've suffered internal injuries." A clear, melodious voice rang beside Chen Xiaojun like a silver bell.
His smile grew even brighter at the sound. Turning slightly toward the peerlessly graceful woman beside him, he said, "Grandma, listen to yourself. You make your grandson sound so two-faced, as though I'm hiding some shameful secret."
Though Xia Qingyun had weathered the years, her breathtaking face still looked like that of a woman in her twenties. At that moment, however, it was filled with disdain.
She glanced at him and snorted softly. "Xiaojun, hiding things even from your grandma takes all the fun out of it. You're being awfully cagey."
When Chen Xiaojun first met Xia Qingyun, it had felt as though a river of stars had suddenly poured down before him.
The boy had abruptly felt frost settle over the teacup in his hand-when this age's female emperor stood in the wind, even the dawn had to circle her broad, dark-patterned sleeves three times before daring