The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

It was an accidental planting that led to the creation of a forest.

When Shen Liang came with Xiaohua, who was sitting alone in the courtyard, Ji Mengshu had just received a letter from Ning Rongzhang and several boxes of prepared rouge.

Several boxes of rouge were laid out for comparison. The rouge made from her recipe was better than the popular ones in the imperial city in terms of both quality and taste.

Hongye came in from outside the palace and said, "Miss, Concubine Liang is here."

The maidservant beside Shen Liang looked familiar. She must be the one who pleaded with Shen Liang last time. "Sister Ji, do you still remember me?"

"Of course I remember..." Ji Mengshu quickly asked people to come over and sit down, "Is Concubine Liang's injury healed?"

"I'm all relying on Sister Ji. My little injury is nothing." Shen Liang took the painting from the maid beside him and handed it to Ji Mengshu with a smile. "I can't leave the palace during the recuperation period. I'm also very bored. I thought Sister Ji wanted a small painting, so I painted it and brought it to you..."

Ji Mengshu scratched his head, "Last time when I saw Concubine Liang being punished, I just made up an excuse. I'm ashamed that you still remember it."

Shen Liang sincerely said, "Sister Ji has an excellent family background, so she must have seen a lot of rare things. Unfortunately, the only thing I have to offer is a small painting. I hope you don't mind it."

"How could that be?" Ji Mengshu looked at the small painting, which showed a woman sitting alone on a swing in a courtyard, as if enjoying the scenery. "This painting is exquisite and delicate, and the painting is exquisite. I couldn't ask for more. Thank you very much, sister."

There were several bottles of rouge on the table. Ji Mengshu put away the portrait and continued to tinker with it. They were all common items for girls. Shen Liang picked up a box of light red rouge, looked at the seal on it carefully, and asked with a smile, "This should be made by the Rouge Pavilion outside the palace. When I was still in my boudoir, I also liked to use this one."

Ji Mengshu raised her head suddenly, her eyes brightened a little, "Sister, what do you think of this rouge?"

"The Rouge Pavilion is quite famous in the capital. In addition, the price is not cheap, so the effect is naturally the best. Not to mention that it has the most varieties of rouge, is the easiest to color, and has the best fragrance."

This is quite good. Yanhong Pavilion is an old shop in the capital, and its customers are the wives and daughters of officials who love beauty and have a lot of money. Its reputation is indeed much better than ordinary rouge.

"Then take a look at this, sister." Ji Mengshu handed a can of rouge without any label to Shen Liang and asked her to use it. This was the finished rouge sent by Ning Rongzhang. If there was nothing wrong with it, it could be sold in the capital today.

Shen Liang was half-believing and half-doubting. After using the rouge lightly, he praised it highly. "Not bad, it's really good. The fragrance is light and not greasy, which is exactly what I like. Is this the new and fashionable rouge in the capital?"

New fashion?

It should be after a while.

Ji Mengshu fooled Shen Liang and gave all the rouge to Shen Liang. After sending him out of the bedroom, she took out the letters that she had hidden before.

Qingzhu looked at Ji Mengshu's impatient look and said jokingly, "So the girl is so anxious to send Concubine Liang away because she wants to write back to someone?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? This rouge is well made. If it is sold in the capital, it will certainly make a lot of money. Wouldn't it be better to buy some Hunyuan for you, little girl?" Ji Mengshu picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. He spread the letter paper horizontally and vertically on the desk, but he didn't know what to write first.

Should I ask Jun's safety first? Or should I praise the rouge for its good quality? Ning Rongzhang wants to sell it in the city. Should he come in person or send someone? The Western Frontier is far away. It's just a matter of selling rouge in the capital. It shouldn't be important enough for him to come in person.

Can't come in person...

Ji Mengshu bit the brush and hurriedly wrote two lines of words, then drew a rabbit curled up and sleeping. After handing it to Qingzhu, Fang Jue had accomplished a great task.

Ji Mengshu lived in the palace and had no idea how much of a stir her letter had caused in the rouge shops in the capital.

Overnight.

An unknown source of rouge was sold to a large number of officials’ wives and daughters, which instantly gained favor among them, severely suppressing the century-old rouge shops.

The shop owner went around and asked around, only to find out that the rouge was brought back by a merchant from Western Xinjiang, was produced in Western Xinjiang, and was very expensive.

In a remote inn in the city, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and with a "creaky" sound, a bedroom on the top floor was opened with extreme caution.

"Son..."

"How about it?"

The man who looked like a servant bowed respectfully and said, "Rouge is indeed very popular in this city. We didn't bring much with us, so there is a shortage in the shop. It has reached the point where it is hard to get even one." It was really unexpected that the profit from such a small piece of rouge could be so huge.

It so happened that they were already poor in material terms in Western Xinjiang, and now with such a large sum of money coming in from the capital, it would definitely ease the living problems of the soldiers in Western Xinjiang.

The windows in the bedroom were all closed, and only the bustling sounds of the street could be heard. Ning Rongzhang nodded slowly, "Yes, Xu Ning, we can look for a few more unused shops in the capital. Besides, we can even consign the rouge to other rouge shops."

Xu Ning knew a little about business, but he didn't know why Ning Rongzhang didn't take advantage of the hot sales of rouge in Western Xinjiang to monopolize the business of rouge in Beijing. In this way, they could get money from rouge in Beijing, and they would be better off in Western Xinjiang. "Sir... why is this?"

Ning Rongzhang tapped the table with his long fingers and calmed down. "In the capital, under the feet of the emperor, there are many merchants who know the ins and outs of this. If we allow our rouge to grow, I'm afraid it will cause trouble. In this case, why don't we make money together? We make half and they make half. In this way, isn't it more stable and long-term?"

There is another reason, Ning Rongzhang thought, most of the things used in his daughter's house are refined, and things like rouge, if there are better options, they will definitely not be used for a long time. In his opinion, Xijiang rouge can only be popular for a while.

He did not have the energy to run the rouge business. He was sailing against the current and was moving backwards instead of forwards. He would inevitably be overtaken by others. In this case, he might as well sell the rouge products on consignment in major rouge shops and stop after making some money.

The best of both worlds.

"You are still very thoughtful, young master."

A faint scent of tea wafted into her nose, and Ji Mengshu took a nap on a wooden recliner with a soft pillow. Hongye stepped over, "Girl, the second girl is here."

He is a rare visitor.

"Fifth sister." Ji Ningqiu came over from the path. The breeze ruffled the fine hair on her forehead, but she looked in good spirits.

Ji Mengshu propped himself up and half sat up, raised his eyes and asked, "Why is my second sister here?"

"You and I have been bored in this palace for a long time. I don't know when the Queen Mother will call us back..." Ji Ningqiu pretended to be a little disappointed and inadvertently moved closer.