The royal family reads her mind, and the cannon fodder daughter creates the Feihou Mansion

Song Yunxi: “…”

She kind of regretted saying so much. If Zhou Churou came to her for everything, would she still have time to lie down and do nothing?

But the big words have already been said, and we can only keep our promise.

After a fierce struggle in his heart, he finally let his body leave the recliner: "I'll go with you to take a look. Only after I see it can I have the right to speak."

You dug the hole yourself by talking too much, and you have to fill it up yourself even if you have to kneel and cry.

In the bustling streets of the capital, Song Yunxi saw the gouache shop called Furong Pavilion that Zhou Churou mentioned.

If she remembered correctly, the business of this rouge shop was surprisingly good. Song Yunxi remembered that in her previous life, before she died, she heard people in the village talking about the new rouge from Furong Pavilion.

And from what she observed, the bustling customer flow at Furong Pavilion showed that it was by no means the business depression that Zhou Churou had described, let alone the situation of being unable to make ends meet.

That only means one thing, there is something wrong inside the shop.

Seeing Song Yunxi's unhappy expression, Zhou Churou asked her anxiously, "Miss Song, is there something wrong with this shop?"

It's more than just a problem, it's a big problem, okay?

But the most important thing at the moment is to correct Zhou Churou's address: "You can just call me by my name."

Zhou Churou was stunned for a moment, then cautiously called out, "Yunxi?"

Song Yunxi finally smiled: "That's much nicer to hear."

Then he took Zhou Churou's hand and said, "Let's go down and take a look."

As Song Yunxi knew, business in Furong Pavilion was really booming. Zhou Churou was stunned by the lively scene.

How come this is different from what the steward told her?

After checking the accounts, she summoned the shop manager to her house for questioning. The manager told her with a sad face that business was difficult and they were just struggling to survive.

But looking at the situation before me, where is there any sign of struggling at all?

Needless to say, she knew she had been fooled. She was so angry that she was about to rush to the manager to question him, but was stopped by Song Yunxi.

"What are you going to ask? Ask him why he fooled you, his master? Do you think he will tell the truth?"

Zhou Churou's eyes turned red with anger and annoyance. She was angry that the servants did not take her, the master, seriously, and she was annoyed that she was not living up to her expectations.

Song Yunxi patted her shoulder gently, signaling her to calm down, and then gave Sizhu a look.

Sizhu understood what he meant, cleared her throat and said arrogantly: "Bring out all the best and most expensive powders and rouge in your store!"

The steward had seen many ladies of various status in the capital, but it was rare to see one so arrogant and presumptuous.

Zhou Churou was generous and elegant. Although Song Yunxi was dressed casually, her demeanor was unmistakable.

So he stepped forward respectfully and asked, "What would you two ladies like?"

The housekeepers who were away from home usually couldn't see Zhou Churou, who had received the orthodox education of women in this dynasty. Now, even if Zhou Churou took over the business, she could only see the housekeeper through a screen, so the housekeeper didn't recognize her as his master at all.

Sizhu was still arrogant: "My young lady said, bring out all the best powder and rouge in your shop!"

The manager was a man with a keen eye and immediately ordered people to take out the best treasures of the store.

"This is the new gouache from our shop. It is guaranteed to make the two young ladies' faces even more outstanding."

Song Yunxi listened to the manager's endless chatter, and was able to flatter and praise him at the right time to make people happy.

If she was just an ordinary customer, she could really be coaxed by him into spending money willingly.

With such an outstanding sales champion in charge, how could the store’s business be bad?

When the steward opened the gouache box, Song Yunxi saw what was in front of him, his pupils trembled and contracted, and a storm surged in his heart.

The manager proudly introduced: "This is a new product launched by our shop. It is called foundation. It is more adherent and natural than ordinary gouache. You can't see any trace of gouache on your face when you use it on your face."

Song Yunxi was so shocked that her mind seemed to be out of her body. She didn't hear anything about what the manager said afterwards.

"Miss...Miss..."

After coming back to his senses, he saw Sizhu's worried expression in his eyes. Song Yunxi calmed himself down and said, "It's okay. I was just wondering who came up with such a good formula. He is simply a genius. I really want to see his style."

She never expected to see such a time-traveling thing today. The most urgent thing she had to do was to confirm whether the person who made the foundation was a time traveler like her.

Since she could travel through time, why couldn't others? Song Yunxi didn't dare to have any luck.

The steward showed a proud expression and said, "Of course it was my young lady who came up with it."

Song Yunxi subconsciously looked at Zhou Churou, who winked at her.

It really has nothing to do with me.

Song Yunxi showed admiration: "Your daughter must be a very beautiful person. I really want to get to know her!"

The manager smiled and said, "My young lady seldom comes to the shop. We rarely see her."

Song Yunxi knew that it would be difficult to get any information out of the steward, so she motioned for Sizhu to take out the silver: "My young lady wants all these foundations."

This was the first time the manager had met such a wealthy customer, and he immediately nodded in surprise.

Before leaving, Song Yunxi stopped and turned back to ask the manager: "I wonder how often Furong Pavilion launches new products?"

Smiling and showing anticipation, "I really like your gouache, I just hope to be able to buy it as soon as possible."

The manager confessed, "My daughter has just taken over this shop, but she said that the key to business is innovation, so there should be new powder and rouge soon."

"Miss, if you are worried about missing out, you may leave your name and address. I will send someone to your house to pass on the message as soon as possible."

Song Yunxi looked regretful: "It's a pity that we are not from the capital. We will have to leave soon."

Zhou Churou, who had been silent the whole time, received her suggestive look and immediately tried to comfort her: "Sister, don't be sad. We have people in the capital city. We can ask them to buy it and send it to Yuzhou."

The steward's eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you two also from Yuzhou?"

and also?

This is the story.

With a breakthrough, Song Yunxi regained her spirits: "Yes, our sisters' maternal grandparents live in the capital, and we are here to visit relatives."

Then he pulled Zhou Churou over and said, "My sister's marriage is also scheduled in the capital. She will be marrying in the capital next year."

Zhou Churou: “…”

When was she going to get married? How come she didn't know?

But she still managed to put on a shy expression.

Song Yunxi smiled and asked the steward: "From what the steward said, could it be that he is also from Yuzhou?"