SBCEJM -Chapter 256 Investment Genius Craftsman! This Prince Just Waits for Dividends!

On his day off, Feng Zeyuan slept until the sun was already high in the sky.

Golden sunlight tinted the window paper a warm amber glow before she finally blinked her eyes open, slowly and lazily.

The steward had been standing outside the door for a long time, holding account books, waiting to report on the household finances—but he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the Prince.

At this moment, the Prince he was looking for was currently surrounded by four or five maidservants, leisurely finishing a breakfast that was practically a full lunch.

After eating, she strolled into the courtyard.

Though the rockery in the Prince’s estate wasn’t tall, it was an excellent place for viewing scenery.

Feng Zeyuan climbed a few steps onto the highest sun-warmed green stone, struck a bold, heroic pose with arms spread wide, head tilted back, eyes closed, looking utterly blissful.

【Host, what are you doing? It’s finally a day off—why not go out and have fun?】
The system’s voice was full of temptation.

【Shh! Quiet!】
Feng Zeyuan made a shushing gesture in her mind.

【I’m performing photosynthesis. Absorbing the essence of sun and moon to recharge my damn irresistible charm!】

System: 【……As long as you’re happy.】

After basking in the sun for half an incense stick’s time, Feng Zeyuan felt her entire body warm and relaxed, every pore opening up.

Satisfied, she leapt down from the rockery and landed silently on the grass.

【Energy fully recharged. Refreshed and invigorated!】

The vast estate garden was her personal playground.

Sometimes she leaned toward a cluster of vibrant roses, “smelling” their fragrance from a distance.

Sometimes she climbed the thickest century-old locust tree in the courtyard in a few agile moves, lying on a branch to watch a hawk feeding its chicks.

The breeze swept through the bamboo grove, rustling the leaves and lifting her sleeves and hair.

On a whim, she dropped from the tree and into the open bamboo clearing, stretching her limbs before beginning a set of martial arts forms.

Her fists cut through the air with a sharp whistle, stirring fallen leaves into a swirling dance like shooting stars.

【Host, I think I understand why you don’t like making friends.】
The system clicked its tongue in amazement.

【Oh? Let’s hear it.】
Feng Zeyuan finished her form and steadied her breathing.

【Because you can have this much fun alone—you don’t need anyone else at all.】

【Heh, you know me well, System.】

She smiled proudly.

【I’m just easily satisfied. I can entertain myself perfectly fine.】

After enough self-amusement, she wandered off casually and unknowingly arrived at a secluded courtyard.

The gate was half-closed, the interior quiet.

She pushed it open and immediately saw a thin young man sitting in a wheelchair, basking in the sunlight, with a servant standing beside him.

The young man was focused on carving a piece of wood with a knife, completely unaware of her approach.

Feng Zeyuan recognized him instantly.

This was Lin Mo—the genius craftsman who had been ruined for eight years by Lin Yanqiu.

She softened her steps and leaned forward curiously.

It was an unfinished wood carving, the outline already visible: a lion.

Its posture resembled the transformation she and her brother had experienced that night—about seventy to eighty percent similar. Especially its eyes, which, though carved from wood, seemed to hold the lifelike spark of a living creature.

The servant noticed her first and was startled, quickly bowing while nudging Lin Mo’s arm.

“Master Lin, the Prince has arrived.”

Lin Mo paused and suddenly looked up.

When he saw Feng Zeyuan, his calm eyes instantly lit up, like a beam of light breaking into a dark room.

He hurriedly set down his tools, wiped his hands on his clothes, and respectfully cupped his fists.

“Commoner Lin Mo greets Your Highness.”

“I did not know of Your Highness’s arrival and failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive me.”

His speech was now smooth and fluent, though his voice still carried a faint hoarseness.

Feng Zeyuan’s gaze fell on his lifeless legs, then shifted to the long string of numbers on her system panel.

Melon Value Balance: 15,300,000

【Tch. Money exists to be spent.】

【Doing good deeds and earning some merit will make me feel better too.】

“Today I came specifically to treat your legs,” she said directly.

Lin Mo froze.

His legs…

They had been shattered eight years ago. Even the best physicians in the capital had declared them beyond saving.

He would never stand again.

And yet she said… she could heal them?

Impossible.

But then he recalled—last time, she had casually produced a pill that restored his ruined voice…

An uncontrollable surge of hope began to grow wildly in his heart.

Feng Zeyuan didn’t bother explaining. She directly issued a command to the system.

【System, give me another ‘Rebirth Bone-Reshaping Pill’ like my brother’s.】

【Ding! ‘Rebirth Bone-Reshaping Pill’ exchanged. 1,000,000 melon points deducted. Item delivered to host storage space!】

A smooth, jade-white pill with a faint fragrance appeared in her palm.

She handed it over.

“Eat it.”

Lin Mo looked at the pill, then at her calm and certain expression. Without hesitation, he took it and swallowed it.

The moment it entered his stomach, a scorching surge of heat rushed violently toward his long-dead legs!

“Ugh!”

Pain erupted—like bones being forcibly realigned and flesh tearing open to regrow.

He bit his lip hard, trembling violently as cold sweat drenched his back.

He could see it—his withered legs were visibly filling out with renewed muscle.

Misaligned bones emitted dull cracking sounds as they reset themselves.

The servant stood frozen in fear, looking at Feng Zeyuan with awe, not daring to breathe.

The pain came swiftly—and faded just as fast.

Moments later, Lin Mo’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

“Try standing,” Feng Zeyuan said calmly.

He gripped the armrest and attempted to move his legs.

What had once been two lifeless sticks now responded with clear muscular strength.

He took a deep breath, braced his core, and pushed up.

His legs—once declared useless—steadily supported him as he rose from the wheelchair.

He looked down at his feet touching the ground and cautiously took a few steps.

Though slightly unsteady, they were firm and strong—no different from a normal person’s.

He… was standing.

After eight years.

Eight years of confinement, humiliation, and being treated like a mindless tool.

He had thought he would die in that wheelchair.

But this Prince not only restored his voice, cleared his name, and gave him justice…

She had given him back his ability to stand.

Such kindness was heavier than mountains.

Lin Mo could no longer hold himself back and dropped to his knees.

“I, this humble one…”

“Enough.”

Feng Zeyuan quickly supported him.

“I don’t like seeing people kneel. Just remember it in your heart.”

She wasn’t interested in endless gratitude.

“So, now that your legs are healed, what are your plans?”

Lin Mo stood upright, his posture now straight as a pine tree.

He wiped away his tears, eyes burning with determination.

“I want to open a shop and live off my craftsmanship.”

“I want the world to know that the true ‘Lin Family Craftsman’ has returned.”

“Good.”

Feng Zeyuan nodded.

“Do you have enough capital?”

Lin Mo hesitated. “Not yet…”

She thought for a moment.

“Then I’ll invest. I’ll find a prime shop in the capital, and you contribute your skills.”

“We split profits fifty-fifty. How about it?”

Lin Mo immediately shook his head.

“You have given me rebirth. Everything I have belongs to Your Highness.”

“The profits should all go to the Prince’s estate. I only need shelter and food. That is enough.”

Feng Zeyuan raised an eyebrow.

【Tsk, this guy is too honest.】

【But do I look like a black-hearted boss who exploits workers?】

She raised a hand to stop him.

“Decided.”

“You are the master craftsman—you earn skill income. I provide capital and vision—I earn return on investment.”

“Clear accounting between brothers makes things fair.”

She turned to the stunned servant.

“Go inform the steward. Have him arrange it.”

“Yes—yes, Your Highness!”

The servant snapped back to reality and ran off in a hurry.

With that done, Feng Zeyuan turned to leave.

Lin Mo watched her departing figure, words forming on his lips but never spoken.

In the end, he simply bowed deeply toward her back.

No need for words of thanks.

He would remember this grace for life.

And repay it—with action.