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You Anju?

The ladies in Kyoto did not know Song Youan as well as the young ladies, so they were also very unfamiliar with Youanju.

But some people reacted and couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "Hey? I remember this Miss Song. Was that thing called perfume also made by her?"

The Shangshu's wife and the Fuyang Marquis' wife both nodded. The Fuyang Marquis' wife continued, "That perfume is very unique. My daughter Ling'er sprays it every day. Wherever she goes, the fragrance wafts in the air. It smells really good."

After this was mentioned, the other ladies also reacted, because there were at least twenty or thirty young ladies buying perfume at Youanju that day, and the daughters of the ladies present were among them.

"I was too busy talking to you." The Shangshu's wife finally realized what was happening and quickly told the nanny beside her, "Let Miss Song in."

The Shangshu Mansion was as magnificent as the Fuyang Marquis Mansion. Although Song Youan was entering for the first time, she was no longer nervous. She followed the nanny into the yard with a happy demeanor. With a glance, she saw more than a dozen noble ladies.

"This humble lady greets all the ladies."

Everyone subconsciously looked at her. Although she lowered her eyebrows and eyes, her profile was beautiful and elegant, and she was a real beauty.

The Shangshu's wife was sitting in the middle seat and was very curious about Song Youan. She immediately said, "Young lady, don't be so reserved. Raise your head."

Song Youan paused for a moment after hearing this, then slowly raised his head, and at first glance, his eyes met with the Shangshu's wife in the middle.

For a moment, Song Youan's whole body tensed up, his pupils trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with shock that he could hardly control.

The wife of the Shangshu in front of her, her eyebrows, her expression, were... exactly the same as her deceased aunt!

Goose bumps appeared all over her body, and the tingling sensation rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, making her forget to react for a moment.

"Miss Song?"

Seeing that Song Youan was about to lose her composure, the nanny quickly reminded her, "Is that a cake? The ladies are waiting."

This sentence brought Song Youan back to her senses. She quickly looked away, but while doing so she calmly wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

They just look the same. There are many people in this world who look alike, not to mention that this is Dazhao.

I must have missed my aunt so much that I couldn't help but be touched.

She looked at the nanny and gave her a grateful smile, then said softly, "I have prepared twenty cakes for you ladies today. I hope you like them."

She suppressed the sob in her throat and put down the incubator on her back.

A lady looked at the silver insulated box curiously and asked, "Miss, I see that the thing you use to store cakes is quite novel. Is there anything different about it?"

Song Youan kept moving his hands while explaining, "We used special heat-insulating materials, so the cake will melt easily. If it melts, it will affect the texture and taste."

The ladies nodded approvingly. The famous pastry shops in Kyoto also paid great attention to packaging, and it seemed that the Miss Song in front of them was even more attentive.

The beautifully shaped little cakes were presented one by one, and the ladies all showed surprised expressions.

Although I have eaten at the banquet of Duke Suguo's Mansion once, I have never seen so many varieties.

Black, white, red, yellow, the colors alone are dazzling, not to mention that the shapes of these cakes are all different, and some are decorated with a variety of fresh fruits, which makes people salivate at first sight.

"No wonder the kids like it. My mouth is watering just looking at it."

"Isn't it? They look better than those made in Kyoto pastry shops."

“The taste is better too. I’ve had two different ones and they were both delicious.”

Without men, the ladies could communicate more freely. No one would laugh at each other when faced with something new like cake, because no one had ever seen or tasted it.

The Shangshu's wife was very satisfied with everyone's reactions. She was not trying to attract attention on purpose. After all, with the status of the Shangshu Mansion in Kyoto, she had always been a core figure among the wives of officials and did not need to worry about such matters.

But what the Shangshu Mansion cares about is face. Being able to taste the fashionable food in Kyoto at her banquet will only bring honor to the Shangshu.

that's enough.

Song Youan placed a plate of puff pastry raspberry Napoleon on the table next to the Shangshu's wife. Although she kept telling herself that it was just a coincidence, her hands still couldn't help shaking.

Even this puff pastry raspberry Napoleon was my aunt's favorite when she was alive.

The Shangshu's wife naturally noticed Song Youan's abnormality, but she didn't say much, thinking that it was just the inevitable nervousness of ordinary people entering the Shangshu's Mansion.

"Miss Song, I will set up a stage at my house to watch operas on the third and eighteenth day of every month. You should send the cakes on time from now on." The Shangshu's wife said softly.

Song Youan's heart stagnated, and she quickly nodded in agreement: "I'll remember that."

Then the Shangshu's wife gave the nanny a look, and the nanny understood and turned around to take Song Youan out of the yard.

There was a loud thunder in the sky, and the air seemed to be more humid, making people feel stuffy.

"Miss, please come back quickly. It looks like it's going to rain." The nanny sent her to the door and urged her.

Song Youan leaned over to thank him, and when she turned around, she could no longer hold back her tears.

She knew that the Shangshu's wife was not her aunt, but her tears really didn't listen to her.

Wiping away her tears with her sleeve in a panic, Song Youan took a deep breath and walked down the stairs to leave.

Not far away, a few little beggars were watching this scene from afar.

"Brother Bao, that girl seems to be crying."

The smallest beggar looked at the boy in the middle and said.

Yuanbao's dark face was wrinkled, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not like, it's crying."

The other tallest beggar said with certainty, "The young lady must have been bullied in the Shangshu Mansion. The mansions of such high-ranking officials are full of people who rely on their power."

"That's right!" Several others echoed.

Then everyone looked at Yuanbao. It was obvious that Yuanbao in the middle was their leader.

Yuanbao thought for a moment and said, "Aliang and Xiaowenzi, come with me to send the girl home. Ten taels, you take the others to teach this Shangshufu a lesson."

"Huh?" The tall man was shocked. "Is it possible? What if we get caught?"

Yuan Bao snorted coldly: "Who knows the roads of Kyoto better than us? Think of a way to escape in advance, and run away after you're done. No one can catch up with you."

When they heard this, they all nodded and thought it made sense.

So the three little beggars quickly caught up with Song Youan, but kept a distance of about twenty meters from her, just to escort her home.

But Song Youan was completely unaware of this.

On the other side, Shi Liang and other little beggars got a pile of mud from somewhere. Several of them rolled the mud into a ball and threw it hard towards the gate of the Shangshu Mansion.

The mud hit the vermilion gate, leaving black spots, and in the blink of an eye, the area in front of the gate became a mess.

As a result, a ball of mud was accidentally thrown too high and actually went over the high wall and into the yard.

"Who is it? Who dares to cause trouble in the Shangshu Mansion?"

A loud roar came from within the high wall. The little beggars were all startled when they heard it, and then turned around and ran away.

The door of the Shangshu Mansion opened, and a servant stuck his head out. Unexpectedly, a pungent smell of urine suddenly rushed into his nose, causing the servant to cover his mouth and nose and feel nauseous.

The mud on the ground was pitch black, but at this moment it seemed to be emitting yellow smoke.