On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

One of the ghost's eyes flashed with a strange light in the dim candlelight. He seemed to be aware of something and raised his hand to touch it.

He looked around and said quickly and quietly, "Hurry up, don't dawdle, get this batch of goods out quickly. If something goes wrong, the master won't let us off."

The ghost hand calmed his pounding heart, and seeing that there was no one else around, he spoke carefully from between his teeth.

"It's not our fault that the matter of Youcheng failed..."

Although he complained, his hands kept moving, and his soft fingertips gently kneaded, pushed, lifted and pulled the face.

Ghost Eyes shouted to stop him: "Shut up! If you don't want to live, I still do. Don't implicate me."

The ghost hand pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Ghost Eyes glanced at the "goods" in the dark room and slowly exhaled: "Hurry up and finish this batch. The gentleman will be happier and we will be more relaxed for the next batch."

Ghost Hand nodded, his tone unconsciously relaxed: "Shencheng is much better than Youcheng, at least there is no Zhennan King and his wife."

Ghost Eyes nodded and stroked his eyes again: "That's right."

……

Madam Cheng brought Cheng Fengyao forward to pay her respects. After the last conflict, Madam Cheng had learned her lesson.

What's more, Cheng Fengyao also wrote an apology letter and read it three times in front of the palace gate.

Even though this happened in the past, most people still remembered it, and she couldn't let it happen again.

Be patient a little longer.

everything will be fine.

Yan Ruyu didn't want to pay any attention to the Cheng mother and daughter. From the moment they stepped into Shenyuan Temple, they were doomed to misfortune.

If Cheng Guanghan and Aunt Su hadn't joined forces to show off and test each other, she wouldn't even bother to pay attention to Cheng Guanghan.

When they greeted each other, Yan Ruyu said nothing, and the eldest lady smiled.

"Forget it, get up quickly, someone, take a seat."

Mrs. Cheng thanked him, but before she could finish her words, the eldest lady waved her hand, making it impossible for her to go in or out.

Cheng Fengyao glanced at Yan Ruyu quickly and clenched her teeth silently.

The princess is indeed beautiful—but she is not bad now, and she will be even more beautiful in the future.

Her beauty was given by God, how could a princess compare to her?

My brother said that as long as we endure this moment, everything will be fine.

The guests were almost all there, and the room was filled with laughter and joy, with compliments being the most frequent sound.

The house is well decorated, the flowers are beautiful, the snacks are delicious, and even the servants are smart and clever. In short, everything is wonderful.

Cheng Fengyao felt annoyed when she heard this.

At this moment, someone suddenly came from outside to report that Madam Song had arrived.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering who this Miss Song was.

The people who came were all Madam, with no surname, but this Madam Song clearly had her own surname.

Madam Cao smiled and said, “You ladies may not know Madam Song’s name, but if I tell you about the clothes she made, you will know.”

Some smart people understood immediately and said in surprise: "Oh, is it the lady who cooperated with the Qian family's clothing store and provided them with ready-made clothes?"

Madam Cao smiled and nodded: "That's right."

The ladies and young ladies started talking happily again.

This Miss Song is well-known in Youcheng. Not long after she came to Youcheng, she was able to cooperate with the Qian family's Chengjia shop. At first, people thought she was marrying up into the Qian family.

Unexpectedly, with the help of her craftsmanship, the business of Qian's clothing shop increased several times. The clothes were extremely beautiful, and they were gorgeous, simple, elegant, and dignified.

Only then did they realize that it was the Qian family's good luck and that they had spent a huge sum of money to be able to successfully cooperate with this Miss Song.

Everyone has heard of the name of Madam Song, but no one has seen her true appearance.

Everyone looked outside the front hall.

Especially Aunt Su.

She sent invitations twice in a row but failed to meet Song Yiyi. She originally wanted to go again after the tea tasting party here, but she didn't expect to meet her here.

She quickly glanced at Yan Ruyu out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing Yan Ruyu's indifferent expression, she seemed not very enthusiastic.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It seemed that the princess was not familiar with this Madam Song and did not take her seriously.

Come to think of it, a princess is used to being high and mighty, so how could she be in a relationship with a woman who sews clothes?

Aunt Su withdrew her gaze and focused on Song Yiyi who walked in from outside.

Song Yiyi was wearing a green cloak and had a slender figure. She was wearing a dark green dress with the cuffs and collar decorated with fine mink fur, which looked delicate and soft.

She wore a veil on her head, with thin gauze hanging down, looking like a cicada's wing, but not transparent at all, so her face could not be seen clearly.

Someone whispered, "Is that gauze... a candlelight? One inch is worth a hundred taels!"

Everyone's breathing was slightly choking and their eyes were burning.

Yes, according to the candlelight, this kind of gauze is only available to the rich and powerful in the capital, and even they only use it as summer ribbons to increase the sense of elegance.

But Madam Song used it on a veil hat.

A whole circle, from head to waist, such a big piece!

Heartache!

Yan Ruyu was slightly surprised: This gauze is called "Zhu Ying Zhao"? What a nice and elegant name? And it's so expensive?

She really didn't know that there were still two or three horses in the space, even though they were taken from Yi Wang's manor.

At the beginning, it was because she thought that Song Yiyi didn't want to show her true face to others and didn't want to add to unnecessary social engagements, so she wanted to make a veil hat. She thought this gauze was good, thin, translucent, breathable, and her true appearance could not be seen, unlike other veils that just covered her loneliness.

Song Yiyi bowed and performed the standard ceremony: "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen."

Everyone nodded and smiled. Although their status was much higher than that of Song Yiyi, the tailor, she was famous and was in the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion, so they were also guests.

Just as she was about to exchange a few pleasantries so that it would be more convenient for her to buy clothes in the future, she saw Madam Song walking towards Madam Qiu.

Everyone was stunned.

Madam Qiu was also a little confused, but she was still happy in her heart. With so many people watching, Madam Song had no choice but to show goodwill to her.

She subconsciously wanted to stand up.

As soon as she lifted her butt, she saw Song Yiyi bowing to her and speaking softly, "Madam Qiu, I was not able to meet you twice before when I sent you the invitation. It was really inconvenient. It was not intentional. Please forgive me."

All the ladies were stunned.

Yan Ruyu and the eldest lady looked at each other, and a hint of pride flashed across the eldest lady's eyes.

Mrs. Qiu raised her buttocks and sat down again. Her face felt hot, as if she was being slapped by invisible slaps from both sides.

Song Yiyi was bowing to Aunt Su behind her.

Aunt Su was also stunned.

She wanted to meet Song Yiyi, but not in this kind of occasion.

Madam Qiu sneered, "Madam Song, what do you mean?"

Song Yiyi said calmly: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Madam Qiu was stunned, and her anger rose: "I am the mistress of the Qiu family, Hao."

Song Yiyi looked up. Although no one could see her face or expression, everyone could sense her surprise.

"Are you Madam Qiu? Madam Hao?"

"Then..." Song Yiyi said, pulling out a visiting card from her wide sleeves, "What about Mrs. Su from the Qiu family?"