Walking down the street with Qingzhu, facing the envy of the crowd, Yuchi deduced some things. The reason she’s doing this is probably because Zhou Xingcai got her quite upset, so she came for a quick victory. "Though she’s a child of a prominent family, she’s still quite young and has a bit of innocence," Yuchi smirked. He glanced at Wei Qingzhu beside him. The young girl, elegant and poised, with an attractive almond-shaped face, also noticed Yuchi’s gaze and looked back curiously. "Brother Wei?" Wei Qingzhu asked curiously. "It’s nothing," Yuchi smiled. They arrived at the Celestial Capital Department. Yuchi encountered his first trouble, namely, he couldn’t get into the Celestial Capital Department at all. "What’s with all the riffraff coming to see the Celestial Capital Department? The Celestial Capital Department must be very troubled." "Please forgive me, brother." This was said by the two guards in front of Yuchi, and they seemed quite arrogant. "Sorry, I’m Song Bei, here to see Lord Chen." Yuchi knew who the most powerful person inside the Celestial Capital Department was. Last name Chen, first name Weiran. Without waiting for the guards to speak, Yuchi added with a smile: "I’m Yuchi from the Xufu Town United Commerce Association, Yuchi’s distant uncle." Having said that, he respectfully bowed, hoping that this would allow him to see this Lord Chen. "You’re Yuchi’s uncle?" the guards scrutinized the middle-aged man in front of them with suspicion. They clearly didn’t believe him. But their tone softened a bit, and they said: "If that’s the case, I suggest you go across the street and buy an invitation." "The invitation just needs to succinctly state your purpose. You must know our lord is usually very busy." "With an invitation, we can save each other’s time." The implication here was very clear: Brother, you want to meet our Lord Chen, where is your invitation? Where is the silver in the invitation? Coming empty-handed, expecting the Celestial Capital Department to meet you, do you take our people for riffraff? They stood at the entrance, with their swords sheathed, looking down on everyone, hinting at the shop across the street with their eyes. Yuchi and Wei Qingzhu simultaneously turned their heads to look inside the shop. The shop had a plaque, and on the plaque were the words "Celestial Bureau Tower." Looking past the threshold inside, one could see the shopkeeper smiling slightly. Yuchi understood instantly. Gifts are still needed? No wonder the Celestial Capital Department is ; I miscalculated. As for this Celestial Bureau Tower, there’s no doubt about it, it must be a store under the Celestial Capital Department. The shopkeeper is definitely related to Chen Weiran, and the two must have some dealings, just to cover up the truth. "I’m sorry to disturb, I’ll go to the Celestial Bureau Tower to write an invitation," Yuchi said. The guard casually remarked: "I suggest choosing a gold invitation; this color is very eye-catching." "Our Lord Chen will surely see it at a glance and can check immediately, to avoid delaying your matters." "Of course, other invitations are fine too, you can choose whatever you like." Yuchi didn’t speak, inwardly wishing them happiness. Then he and Wei Qingzhu temporarily left the gates of the Celestial Capital Department. Under the playful gazes of the two guards, the two crossed the street, circumvented the surrounding crowd, and entered the Celestial Bureau Tower. The shopkeeper of the Celestial Bureau Tower leaned slantingly on the counter. He was lazily eating candied fruit, with a fruit platter beside him containing various dried nuts. "Want to see Lord Chen?" the shopkeeper casually asked. "Yes," Yuchi replied. "You need to prepare an invitation," said the shopkeeper. "I didn’t know before," Yuchi admitted. "No problem, you know now, the Celestial Capital Department is very easy to deal with," the shopkeeper squinted with his triangular eyes. "Heh." Yuchi politely chuckled. Walking to the back of the counter, the shopkeeper snickered as he stroked his small mustache, "I haven’t asked yet, what kind of invitation would the customer like?" "I’m not familiar with these, what kinds of invitations do you have?" The two talked quickly. Leisurely, the shopkeeper retrieved five different colored invitations from beneath the counter. Glancing at the plain white envelope, he said: "No matter the invitation, writing is free of charge." "This white envelope costs one penny, a fair price." You must be kidding, this pale invitation, is that for mourning? Yuchi smiled, "I don’t need this one." "I think so too, where would you use such a pale invitation when asking for help." "It’s obviously insincere." "Then take a look at this gray invitation." "This one costs ten pennies, a bit expensive, but the paper quality is very good," the shopkeeper spoke nonchalantly. As the shopkeeper prepared to introduce each one, Yuchi directly stopped this tedious action. Alright, alright, stop prattling, how much is this gold one? The shopkeeper looked at Yuchi with an expression of potential, smiling as he said: "The gold one is made of Celestial Silkworm Silk from the Western Regions." "Each one costs a thousand pieces of silver." This? Celestial Silkworm Silk? If I hadn’t burned paper money for my ancestors, I’d believe in your nonsense, and with a thousand pieces of silver, you could cover an entire mountain. Set the mountain on fire, and you’ll be jailed for life. Yuchi took out a thousand pieces of silver from his sleeve and pressed it onto the counter. The shopkeeper was immediately surprised, with much greed appearing on his face. "I think Lord Chen from the Celestial Capital Department deserves such an invitation, please trouble the shopkeeper to write it," Yuchi said, feeling the pain. He would definitely get this back from this old dog later. It’s practically highway robbery. "In fact, this is much quicker than robbing," Yuchi thought about some liquor stores from his previous life, with wrinkled old faces; some things, regardless of the era, are the same. "Please wait a moment, I’ll start writing now," the shopkeeper took the silver, and in just a few breaths, the invitation was ready. "Take care, dear customer." Yuchi, without saying a word, leaving with the invitation and Qingzhu. Invitation presented, the guard’s attitude instantly became entirely different from before. "Please wait, I’ll go announce you," the guard immediately said. The remaining guard looked at Yuchi and further praised: "We’ve heard of President Yuchi, he’s quite a reputable figure." "Since you’re President Yuchi’s uncle, as we thought, you’re also a very formidable person." "And if you had come with the invitation in the first place, you’d be having tea with Lord Chen in the council hall right now." Forcing a smile, Yuchi said: "Sometimes I forget about these things. When might I have the chance to meet Lord Chen?" "Very soon, at most the time it takes for half a stick of incense," the guard said with a grin, "Lord Chen can see the color of the invitation at a glance." "Just wait a moment." "Alright, thank you for your help." Yuchi smiled and bowed. Standing firm for a moment, Yuchi watched the endless flow of people behind him; their gazes at him were indifferent. But their looks at Wei Qingzhu were filled with praise. This girl is very pretty. And Wei Qingzhu stood calmly beside Yuchi as if nothing teasing had happened earlier. Her demeanor was exceedingly graceful, with a hint of nobility from a prestigious family. Noble families truly are different. Just when Yuchi pondered whether anyone saw the intimacy he shared with Wei Qingzhu earlier, someone came out from inside. The guard gestured invitingly: "The lord is waiting for you inside; please come in, both of you." Yuchi snapped back to reality, smiling as he said: "Thank you." After all this fuss, they finally met this Lord Chen.