My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

The shopkeeper immediately became alert. Recently, there have been many imitations of the product in Shangjing City.

Although in most cases they are fake at first glance, the clothing shops in the capital city would stare at Hua Xiangrong twelve hours a day to see what kind of clothes she will produce so that they can imitate them as soon as possible.

So the shopkeeper was worried that the girl in front of him might have been sent by a shop in the capital.

If Jiao Yunsha's dresses were copied before they were officially launched on the market, he would have no way of explaining himself, and even several heads would not be enough to compensate for the loss.

But the visitor was a guest, and he didn't have any solid evidence. He was just suspicious and it was not easy to chase the person away. However, Jiao Yunsha's clothes must not be taken out.

The shopkeeper clasped his hands together and bowed, still very politely saying, "My lady, our shop's Jiaoyun silk dresses are still being improved and have not yet reached the conditions for being put on the market. In this case, I cannot show them to you!"

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng raised her eyebrows and was about to speak.

Dongmei came back with the silver, and the shopkeeper walked up to Dongmei and whispered something.

"Pfft!"

Dongmei laughed out loud, "Manager Liu, this is the real boss of our Hua Xiangrong?"

"what?"

Shopkeeper Liu was stunned. He had always thought that the one who could open such a grand shop in the capital must be the owner of some royal family. He never expected that it was such a young lady.

"Thanks to Manager Liu for his trouble," the face behind the veil was full of life, and even the veil could not hide her beauty, and she said with a smile on her face.

"Oh, look at me, I don't know what's important." Shopkeeper Liu patted his face lightly, and hurriedly bowed to Song Qingcheng, "Greetings to the lady of the boss's family. Please don't blame me for what happened just now."

Song Qingcheng helped the man up before Shopkeeper Liu bent down. "Shopkeeper Liu is just afraid that others will follow suit. How can I blame Shopkeeper Liu? Not only can I not blame him, I should thank Shopkeeper Liu for taking so much trouble!"

These words came from Song Qingcheng's heart.

Sure enough, sincerity is always the ultimate weapon.

Manager Liu, a seven-foot-tall man, was so moved that his eyes were wet.

"My dear lady, you want to see the fairy skirt, right? It's inside. Please move over."

Song Qingcheng nodded and gestured, and Manager Liu led the way from the front.

Song Qingcheng followed behind.

The Liuxian skirt is kept in Hua Xiangrong’s separate small warehouse. In order to ensure its uniqueness, the door of the warehouse is heavily locked.

Because the amount of Mermaid Cloud Silk sent back to the capital from Jinling last time was not much, only two pieces of clothing were made.

The mermaid cloud silk I brought back to Beijing this time has not yet been used to make clothes.

The shirts and skirts made of shark cloud gauze are indeed as good as their reputation and are extremely beautiful.

Dongmei and Chunyu took the ready-made clothes and asked Song Qingcheng to try them on first.

It was rare that Song Qingcheng was so fond of this mermaid cloud gauze wide-sleeved fairy dress, so she ordered someone to send the dress to the room that Hua Xiangrong had specially reserved for her.

What girl doesn't like beautiful things?

When she tried it on herself, Dongmei and Chunyu were amazed.

"Good God! Have we seen fairies?"

Dongmei said.

Song Qingcheng glanced at her and said, "You've always been the sweet talker since childhood!"

"Miss, I have never told a lie! It's really beautiful! Is it Chunyu?" She asked Chunyu who was tidying up Song Qingcheng's dress.

Chunyu nodded repeatedly.

Song Qingcheng also smiled and felt a little better.

"Miss, I'd like to ask you to keep this wide-sleeved Liuxian skirt and wear it yourself. I think this skirt is really engraved with your name."

Song Qingcheng really liked him, so she stayed.

By the time the master and servants had finished taking care of Hua Xiangrong, it was already 1:00 p.m.

The days are short in autumn and the sun has already set.

Hua Xiangrong left and returned to the Duke's Mansion. When he was almost at the gate of the mansion, his carriage was stopped.

A voice came from outside, "Who stopped the car?"

"I am from the Duke's Mansion, but this is the Third Young Madam's carriage!"

This is indeed a bit redundant, after all, there is the logo of the General's Mansion on the carriage.

By the way, the person who stopped the man was the steward of the Duke's Mansion. It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

Song Qingcheng frowned, she recognized the voice and thought it must be Xie who was up to no good again!

"Third Young Madam, Madam asked me to tell you that a daughter who is married off is like water spilled on the ground. Please return home now. Do not break the rules and bring shame to the Duke's Mansion. Madam has not been feeling well recently, so she needs you to return home to take care of her!"

The butler was very impolite when he spoke.

Song Qingcheng was so angry that she almost laughed in the carriage. She really didn't understand how Xie, who was so unreasonable and had no manners of a noble family, could give birth to Pei Huaizhi, a son with a righteous heart, after giving birth to two stupid sons, and then give birth to an unreasonable daughter.

If Pei Huaizhi hadn't been supporting the Duke's Mansion alone in his previous life, this Duke's Mansion of a different surname would have collapsed long ago. Would it still have had a chance to maintain the dignity of a noble family?

Can you still enjoy such wealth and splendor?

In the second half of the year, she and Pei Huaizhi had just received a box full of letters from the Song Mansion, but the people from the Duke's Mansion were as dead as a dead body, and they never wrote a single letter to ask about Pei Huaizhi's recent situation!

She really couldn't understand why Mrs. Xie liked to torture her daughter-in-law so much. It seemed that she could only feel the power she was exerting through her daughter-in-law.

Later she understood that it was just bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

In her previous life, for Pei Huaizhi's sake, she treated her mother-in-law Xie as her own mother. She would do any dirty or tiring work Xie asked her to do, even if she knew that she was deliberately making things difficult for her, and she would let Xie torture her and torment her.

But now, she has died once. If she doesn't curse the old hag, it means that she, Song Qingcheng, is well-mannered. It is said that people's hearts are rewarded with their own hearts. This Xie never cared for her, so why would she be so stupid as to serve her again?

How can such a thing be possible in this world?

She suddenly drew aside the curtain and was about to speak when she heard the sound of whips.

When she looked closely, it turned out to be her elder brother.

He just said, "Where did you come from, you cunning slave? The daughter of my general's mansion will always belong to the general's mansion. How can you say that the water has been spilled? If you continue to talk nonsense, I'm afraid that this general's whip will have eyes and will go to you, the cunning slave!"

The butler was startled by the sharp sound of the whip and ran away.

Song Qingcheng shouted with a sweet smile from the carriage, "Big brother!"

Song Shuyun rode forward, leaned forward, and rubbed her head. "How come you were such a bully at home, but now that you've gotten married and changed your personality, you've let a servant bully you?"

Song Qingcheng curled her lips, "How is that possible?"