The princess is rebellious and brings space to make trouble for the villain

"Excuse me, madam, but you are allowed to scheme against others, but not against you? I am being polite to you."

Fang Shiwan looked at the ladies behind him and said with a smile, "Today's signature offer of our store is buy one get one free."

These women have all used the rouge from Yuzhuang Pavilion and know its effects.

Now that Fang Shiwan said buy one get one free, how could I resist?

"Master, you are too polite. I have been here for a long time and it is Madam Zhu who is causing trouble."

"I've been wanting to say this for a long time. She has the nerve to snatch the rouge from someone else."

"I think her husband must have been killed by her. Now she is jealous of Madam Zhou's marriage. She is really vicious."

"That's it, kick her out."

"That's right, get out, get out..."

The woman had never been humiliated like this before. Not only was she being plotted against by Fang Shiwan, but she was also being called a jinx.

The originally swaying face disappeared, replaced by a hideous face.

"you……"

"Give me back my money!"

"Return?" Fang Shiwan glanced at the ground. "You broke my shop's signature Glazed Ice Skin Dew. You want your money back?"

"Are you eating a free meal?"

When the woman heard about Liuli Bingjilu, her eyes widened in horror.

Is this the Liuli Bingjilu Rouge that is said to make your skin look refreshed and remove scars and wrinkles?

Just now I thought these two people were just divorced women, how could they afford this.

So I didn't ask and just smashed it.

A quarter of an hour later.

The woman was chased out of the door in a panic by everyone and now she regretted it too late.

She has always wanted to buy this rouge to make herself more beautiful, so that Lu Yunting will be impressed by her.

Now, it was actually smashed by her own hands?

"If she offends the boss, let's see how she can buy rouge in the future."

"Deserved it."

"That's right, the mistress is amazing, but she's just a widow."

……

"Mom, let's go."

Fang Shiwan took his mother's arm, walked past her, and walked away.

"Madam, what should I do?"

A-Lian looked anxious.

"Snapped!"

"Slut, why didn't you tell me that it was Glazed Ice Skin Dew?"

Ah Lian covered her beaten face and cried, "Madam, I don't know either..."

Hearing the furious voice behind him, Fang Shiwan felt extremely happy.

soon.

The news that the owner of Yuzhuang Pavilion was Fang Shiwan spread.

An Qingyao hid not far away, looking at Yuzhuang Pavilion viciously.

These people caused her to lose her home, and she still wants to get married?

Not long after.

The woman walked down the steps of Yuzhuang Pavilion with an angry face.

Mrs. Zhu was looking down when suddenly a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes appeared before her eyes.

She looked up.

This woman...

Shangshu Mansion.

"Bitch, I'll beat you to death."

Aunt Lin knelt on the ground, curled up and hugged her body trembling.

pain.

My whole body hurts.

The whip fell on the skin on her back again and again, and soon it became wet.

She could no longer remember how many days it had been since she was beaten.

She hasn't had a good life since her daughter left.

Aunt Liu stood beside Minister Fang and said worriedly, "Master, please stop beating her. If you kill my sister, the second young lady will be very sad."

"She didn't kill the old lady on purpose. If she disliked the old lady and didn't want to serve her, she could have told me that I was willing to serve her, and I wouldn't have accidentally killed her..." Aunt Liu covered her face and cried.

"Bitch..." Aunt Lin cursed with difficulty.

She should have thought that the woman in front of her would harm her.

She should have been on guard against her from the moment she lost her child.

When Minister Fang heard what Aunt Liu said, he raised the whip again and continued beating.

"Bitch, it's a pity that I loved you in the past, but now I have lost my mother and am still being laughed at by others."

"You vicious woman, I can't send you to the police yet!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Aunt Lin cried and laughed in pain, and finally let go of her curled hands, "Fang Zhengxiang, you deserve to divorce Zhou Huiyi."

"Back then, you were the one who coveted the power behind him. Don't you think I don't know?"

"If it weren't for your vanity and competitiveness, our family of four would still be living as ordinary people in the countryside, hahaha~"

When Minister Fang heard her words, he had nothing to hide anymore.

Ever since he knew that Fang Shi had gone out to look for the truth about his life, he hated Aunt Hua.

His concubines were not only unable to help him, but also caused him trouble.

"If it weren't for Rou'er, I would have beaten you to death long ago."

"Come here, lock her up in the woodshed for me, and don't let her die."

Ding Bo responded, "Yes, sir."

Minister Fang relaxed for a long time before looking at Aunt Liu who looked aggrieved. He reached out his hand and pulled Aunt Liu, "You are the only one I have now, Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu said, "Master, it is my blessing to be able to stay with you, but it's a pity for the old lady..." She lowered her eyes.

Minister Fang sighed, "Madam Liu, this is not your fault, don't worry."

"I am still the Shangshu now, don't worry, I will treat you well in the future."

"Thank you, sir."

"How about I let you be the first lady of the Shangshu Mansion? I will put you on the family tree today?"

Hearing this, Aunt Liu smiled and took Minister Fang's hand.

"Master, I have never followed you to covet the status of the first lady. It is better not to trouble you. Now that the old lady has only been gone for a few days, it is not reasonable for me to be included in the family tree now."

Minister Fang thought about it and agreed.

I can only put it aside temporarily.

So he admired Aunt Liu even more.

He paused.

"Then we'll talk about it later."

"It's up to you, Master."

He felt very unhappy when he thought about his daughter becoming a concubine.

Fang Zhiya became a beauty, but she was the real emperor's concubine.

The prince is still a prince now, and it is not certain whether he will become the emperor in the future.

In addition, the power of the Taiwei was weakened.

The Eastern Palace is no longer as good as it used to be.

……

Ever since Fang Shiwan revealed that he was the owner of Yuzhuang Pavilion.

Many noble ladies from the imperial city went to the villa to make friends with Xiang and Fang Shiwan.

But she rejected them all.

This day.

The day of the imperial examination results was finally arrived.

Fang Shiwan, Zhou, and the Lu family all got up early.

"Mom, hurry up, Dad is waiting outside the door."

Zhou Huiyi has finished packing.

He walked out of the room smiling.

"Okay, let's go."

When I walked to the gate of the yard, I saw Lu Yunting in a blue shirt standing there with his hands behind his back from afar.

The cultivation during these days has made Lu Yunting more charming.

"Huihui, you are here."

"Well, Brother Lu, I've been waiting for a long time."

Lu Yunting and Zhou Huiyi's eyes met in the air, and the tenderness in their eyes made Fang Shiwan feel like eating a handful of dog food.

Got it!

The love of her parents is more important than her.

After a while, they arrived at the place where the results were announced in the imperial city.

There was such a huge crowd of people that not even a carriage could get in.

The people were scrambling to read the imperial edict. The crowd was so crowded that Zhou Huiyi was squeezed into Lu Yunting's arms.

Fang Shiwan covered her mouth and laughed.

"Don't crowd me, let me see."

"Hey, look, who is Huiyuan?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I got it, I got it... There's smoke coming out of my ancestral grave."

"Ahh, I got it too, I got it too."

"Wow, why didn't I win?"

Some were happy, some were sad, and Fang Shiwan couldn't help but feel nervous.

Although her father was extremely talented back then, so many years have passed and there is no guarantee that someone as talented as him will appear.

She looked at the names on the list, staring at them without blinking.

I crossed my hands, and my palms were sweating.