After the Reveal, the Persian Prince Went on a Rampage in Chang'an

[Transmigration + Business Battles + Secret Identity + Comeback] I opened my eyes to find myself the orphaned son of a Persian prince, stranded in the Great Tang. All I had was a broken ring and the memories of a modern perfumer. Grain was expensive in Chang'an, and living there was no easy matter. With starvation looming, I brought out the craft passed down in my family: perfumery! Dragon's-blood incense was too ordinary? I blended “Sea Soul,” crisp as a sea breeze and warm as winter wood. It swept through the noblewomen's circles overnight, and a box went for ten strings of gold! Just as business was taking off, Zheng Yuanchang, the big shot of the Yangzhou Spice Merchants' Guild, set his sights on me. He joined forces with the guild to make trouble, demanding my secret formula. “Foreign merchants' tricks, bewitching people with sorcery. You think you can sell incense in Yangzhou?” I smiled and offered him three boxes. “This is an ancient Persian method. Even the prefect's wife says it's excellent.” Furious and humiliated, he tried to cut off my supplies and shut down my workshop. What he didn't know was that I had already made connections with Persian magnates through the Maritime Silk Road. My Persian allies in Chang'an's Western Market were waiting for my signal. He also had no idea that my secret identity as a “Persian prince” had quietly caught the attention of an influential figure in the imperial palace. Later, my spice empire spread from Yangzhou to Chang'an, with merchant ships laden with fragrant spices and precious treasures sailing between the Persian Gulf and Guangzhou. Zheng Yuanchang knelt outside the guild's doors, begging me to show mercy. And the emperor on the Dragon Throne, looking at the “Imperial Perfume” presented as tribute, smiled at his attendants and said, “I hear the Persian gentleman who makes this perfume wants to open the biggest ‘Perfume Shop’ in my Luoyang?”