From the Red Mansion, you can travel through the world of martial arts

Chapter 404 Fertility
That night, Jia Wei took Yuanchun to the imperial prison to visit the women of Rongguo Mansion. It was a pity that the former wealthy ladies had now become prisoners.

Today, the capital city of Shenjing seems to be shrouded in a dark cloud. The imperial court is busy selecting military generals to lead troops to quell the rebellion, while Jia Wei is still in filial piety. He has nothing to do every day. He shuts himself in, indulging in the pleasures of life, and never gets tired of it.

Not long after, the Shenjing Daily, hosted by Jia Yun, also had its first issue.

According to Jia Wei's marketing method, the first three issues were printed and distributed free of charge in places where scholars gathered, such as academies in the capital, teahouses, art studios, brothels, etc.

People nowadays are not very receptive to new things, so we need to open up the market first, let readers know what newspapers are, and then set the price for sale.

As for whether he could make a profit in the later stage, Jia Wei was not worried.

The success of newspapers was inevitable because the entertainment life of this era was extremely monotonous and the channels for obtaining information were closed. Newspapers could not only be interesting reading materials, but also convey information about government affairs, interesting stories, etc., and naturally they were sought after by readers.

Besides, Jia Wei’s purpose in creating a newspaper was not to make a profit, but to control public opinion.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the Minister of Revenue Zhao Zongxian was dismissed from his post for taking bribes!"

"Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper, the Inspector General of Nine Provinces, Wang Ziteng, is leading an army of 200,000 to attack the rebel king of Jinling!"

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Jia Wei was a little upset when he heard the screams of a woman from the next yard. He didn't feel relieved until he heard the cry of a baby.

After a while, Ping'er rushed in, sweating profusely, and said with a happy face, "It's born, it's a boy, congratulations, master! Congratulations, master!"

Jia Wei could of course hear the noise next door, and he nodded slightly: "Is Feng'er okay?"

"Thanks to the master, the delivery went smoothly and grandma is doing well." After delivering the message, Ping'er hurried back.

Jia Wei, who became a father for the first time in two lives, still felt a little strange. He did not go over until Baochai, Daiyu, Yuanchun and other girls had visited Wang Xifeng and Ping'er had dismissed everyone.

Wang Xifeng's face flushed as she saw him laughing and scolding, "You idiot, I thought you had forgotten about us!"

Jia Wei sat at the head of the bed, touched Wang Xifeng's face, and sighed: "Thank you for your hard work."

Ping'er hurriedly brought the baby over and said, "Grandpa, hold me. Look at my eyes. They look exactly like yours."

"Bullshit, am I that ugly?"

A newborn baby will have wrinkled skin, a large head, and be covered with vernix caseosa. Its eyes may be red and swollen. It will never look good.

Jia Wei held the baby in his arms without any disgust, and thought it would be fine after a few days of care.

Wang Xifeng felt somewhat relieved when she saw this. After all, this was a son she had with another man, and she was still under tremendous pressure.

But if you think about it carefully, giving birth to a son for Jia Wei was a wise choice.

If this is Jia Lian's child, the father will rebel and serve as an official in the pseudo-dynasty, and the son will just be exiled...

Wang Xifeng was strong-willed and quickly calmed down. She smiled and said, "You haven't given him a name yet. You can't just keep calling him brother, can you?"

"Name it?"

Jia Wei thought briefly about it and realized that the next generation of the Jia family was the Cao generation...

"Then call Jia Ying."

Although Jia Wei said it casually, Wang Xifeng and Ping'er were very satisfied.

Ying means hero, outstanding person, and is of course very good. "Brother Ying, Brother Ying..." Ping'er teased the child with a smile.

Jia Wei hugged her soft waist and said, "You like children so much? Why don't you give me one? I've already thought of a name for it. It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl."

Ping'er's pretty face turned red, and she was speechless. Wang Xifeng on the kang laughed and scolded, "Ping'er, this little bitch must be thinking about this all day long. You should help her become a concubine first!"

Ping Erh said angrily, "Master is still in mourning, what are you saying?"

Wang Xifeng smiled and took Jia Wei's hand again, "Have those outside gone up to disperse?"

Ping Er smiled and said, "Everyone has gone home. Everyone gets a monthly allowance. We are all very happy!"

Wang Xifeng looked at Jia Wei again and said weakly, "Master, I have sacrificed half my life to give birth to a son for you, why don't you give me and my brother something as a reward?"

Jia Wei pinched her chin: "What do you want?"

Wang Xifeng did not answer, but changed the subject and said, "This is your first son...but he has a miserable life and cannot benefit from the Marquis's Mansion at all."

"How can I ignore him if you say that?" Jia Wei smiled, "Just tell me what you want, don't beat around the bush."

Wang Xifeng also smiled, and after a pause she said, "I heard that the ice cream parlor you asked Yun'er to open is doing quite well...why don't you give some of it to our Ying brother?"

Jia Wei shook his head. It was not surprising. Wang Xifeng only had this much vision.

Wang Xifeng thought he was going to refuse, and was about to cry and make a self-torture move, but she heard Jia Wei say, "Give 10% of the interest from the ice room to you and your mother first, and we can talk about the rest when he grows up."

"Only one tenth of it..." Wang Xifeng was about to say something when she was pulled by Ping'er.

"Okay, okay, it's done." She quickly changed her tone.

Ping Erh held the child in front of Jia Wei and said, "Brother Ying, why don't you thank the master?"

Jia Wei thought about the suffering Wang Xifeng had gone through in giving birth, so he didn't bother with her. After chatting for a while, he returned to his study.

"My lord, news has come from Nanjing that Prince Zhongshun has sent a group of martial arts masters to Beijing with the intention of assassinating the emperor." Ding Baiying reported.

"Martial arts master?" Jia Wei took the tea offered by Xing Xiuyan and became a little suspicious.

People like Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, and Qiao Feng, who are at the level of the Five Great Masters, would never be ordered by Prince Zhongshun to assassinate the emperor.

These people are not interested in wealth and glory. What's more, the emperor in Shenjing is the emperor of the orthodox court, while the emperor in Nanjing is a fake dynasty. Who would risk the condemnation of the world to assassinate Emperor Xuanwu?
Miaoyu said, "According to secret reports, it should be Chen Jinnan, the leader of the Tiandihui, the Saintess of the Shenlong Sect, and the masters of the Tianli Sect and the White Lotus Sect. There are also rumors that Duan Yanqing, one of the four evil men, has also joined the army of Prince Zhongshun."

Jia Wei casually hugged Xing Xiuyan into his arms and fell into deep thought.

Prince Zhongshun must be very familiar with the geographical conditions and defense information of the Daming Palace. If so many experts come together to assassinate, the possibility of success is not small.

Emperor Xuanwu had only been in actual control of power for a short time, and his own team was not stable. If the emperor died, all the ministers in the court would have no confidence in supporting the young prince to succeed to the throne and fight against Prince Zhongshun.

Most likely they would just open the city gates and surrender to the fake dynasty...

If Prince Zhongshun were to take the throne, even if his life and wealth were secure, all these powers would surely be gone, and it would be difficult for him to start over again!
Jia Wei played with Xing Xiuyan's little hand: "The emperor cannot die..."

Until recent years.

The three girls were silent. After a while, Ding Baiying said, "But the master is in mourning now, the emperor trusts Wei Xiaobao, and the inner court defense is mainly provided by the East Factory..."

(End of this chapter)