You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Lin Zhaoyue was talking to the shopkeeper. When she saw someone handing her something, she took it unconsciously.

The shopkeeper still had a hint of uncertainty on his face and asked:

"Miss, do you really want to do this?"

Lin Zhaoyue nodded and said, "Yes, buy as much silk as you can. The market price will go up in less than a month."

If the trajectory of her previous life was followed, the foreign businessman should have moved in one month after she and Xiao Yan got married. She remembered that during that period he always left early and came back late, and every time he came back, he would have a strong smell of blood on his body.

In her previous life, she was in the backyard, and all her heart and soul was focused on Xiao Yan. She turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and had no idea what was going on.

Probably, some foreign businessmen were disrupting the market, and Xiao Yun dealt with them with thundering measures.

If you want to buy those silks, it's not a small amount of money.

The shopkeeper was still hesitating.

After all, although the second young lady is a member of the Dong family, the shopkeeper knows what kind of person she was before.

Whether it is reliable or not, this matter needs to be consulted with the Second Young Master first. However, the Second Young Master is not in the capital. If it is as Miss Lin said, the business opportunity will be lost once the letters are sent back and forth.

"This...should I communicate with the Second Young Master?"

Lin Zhaoyue knew the shopkeeper's concerns and said:

"Don't worry, Shopkeeper Wen. Just keep buying. If you lose money in the future, I will give you my dowry as compensation. Don't worry about my second brother. I will tell him about it."

Lin Zhaoyue was so engrossed that she didn't notice Xiao Yan's arrival, but Chu Bai did.

He kept tightening his grip on the horse reins.

Looking at her confident look, Xiao Yun's dark eyes flashed with contemplation.

Does she know something?

Lin Zhaoyue had been with him for two years, and he knew her to some extent.

Lin Zhaoyue has no talent for business!

Where did she get the clue that made her so sure?

Duke Lin?

Major General?

Just as the shopkeeper was about to say something, a deep and mellow voice came to his ears:

"Since your young lady said so, you should just do as you are told."

Shopkeeper Wen turned around and saw a man in a black casual suit. He had an upright posture, a handsome face, and a look of majesty and imperial dominance between his brows. He had a noble temperament.

The shopkeeper was a man who had seen the world, so he naturally recognized Xiao Yan.

He was so excited to see the future emperor that he almost knelt down:

"too……"

"Just call me Young Master."

Shopkeeper Wen was a very shrewd businessman. He quickly realized that Xiao Yan was on a secret visit and did not want to reveal his identity.

He quickly changed his address and said excitedly:

"See Young Master."

Feng Xin, who was standing by, said: …

What young man would allow someone to ask him to pay homage? Isn't this a violation of the royal taboo?

Lin Zhaoyue looked at Shopkeeper Wen who looked very excited and felt depressed.

Shopkeeper Wen seems to like Xiao Yan very much. What is there to like about him except his good looks?

Lin Zhaoyue bowed to Xiao Yan, then turned to Shopkeeper Wen and said:

"Did you hear what the Master said?"

Shopkeeper Wen nodded repeatedly.

Although the prince did not give a clear guarantee, his words implied that he could buy it with confidence.

Shopkeeper Wen's heart finally settled down and he decided to do a good job.

This is not the place to talk, and Lin Zhaoyue doesn't want to be with Xiao Yun.

She wanted to stab him when she saw him, and she was afraid she would lose control.

After saying a few polite words, he wanted to leave.

Xiao Yan saw her intention, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said slowly:

"Not even a thank you?"

Lin Zhaoyue sneered. Even without him, she could still handle it:

"Thank you so much!"

This is said in a sarcastic tone.

As she spoke, she took out something to eat from her hand and put it in her mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound, as if what was in her mouth was not a snack but Xiao Yin.

Halfway through taking a bite, Lin Zhaoyue discovered...what was this thing so delicious?

Still warm.

She looked at the food in her hand, which consisted of the stomachs, lungs, chicken skins, kidneys and kidneys of geese, ducks, chickens and rabbits, which they generally would not eat.

But eating it now, it is crispy, slightly spicy and numb, and unexpectedly delicious.

It was so delicious that she could even ignore Xiao Yan.

She looked at Chu Bai, her eyes bright:

"What is this? It's delicious."

Chu Bai's ears turned red and he said:

"This is called cooked chicken mince, a small snack for poor people. I hope you like it, young lady."

Xiao Yan watched the interaction between the two and felt inexplicably depressed.

Especially Lin Zhaoyue’s bright eyes. Her eyes were also so bright when she looked at him before. He was the only one in her eyes.

But now, he was standing in front of her, and he was looking at others with that look.

he does not like.

The hand rubbing the jade ring exerted a little force and the jaw line was tense.

Feng Xin stood next to Xiao Yan, feeling a slight chill, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, but why did he feel cold?