The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Liang Bei smiled and nodded, reminding Song Youan: "Remember to create a WeChat group with several designers in the company. I will then assign the first task."

"Okay, I see."

Song Youan was carrying the packed desserts and had no time to say anything more to Liang Bei. She hurriedly urged Yan Fei to take her back to the villa.

When she hurried out of Youanju, she happened to run into Miss Cuizhu who was looking for her.

"Miss Song!"

Cuizhu saw Song Youan and approached her eagerly, "The ladies have been waiting at the mansion for quite a while. Why are you only now getting ready?"

"Just finished, let's go."

Without time to explain, Song Youan followed Cuizhu into the carriage of the Marquis' Mansion.

Of course, a carriage is faster than walking. Song Youan sat on the couch and subconsciously tidied her hair up, fearing that it would fall down because she had been in a hurry and had not tied it up properly.

"Miss Song, let me help you."

Seeing this, Cuizhu moved closer, gently pulled out the jade hairpin from her bun, and started to tie a new bun for her.

"Thank you." Song Youan thanked with a faint smile.

Cuizhu smiled and shook her head, indicating that she was welcome.

The curtains on one side of the carriage fluttered gently in the wind. Song Youan was lost in thought as she looked at the street scene outside. Half an hour ago, she was sitting in a Mercedes-Benz looking at the tall buildings on both sides of the road. In the blink of an eye, she was sitting in a carriage again and walking on Chang'an Avenue in Kyoto.

It's really trance-inducing.

The next moment, a person who walked out of a shop on the roadside instantly attracted Song Youan's attention. Although he only flashed by, she could still see the other person's appearance clearly.

She is the wife of the Shangshu.

The feeling of trance was even stronger. Her mother and her sisters did not look that much alike, but the Shangshu's wife looked exactly like her aunt.

"Miss Cuizhu, have you lived in the Marquis' Mansion since you were a child?" Song Youan suddenly asked.

Cuizhu paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, I am a house slave. My father and mother both work in the Marquis' Mansion."

Song Youan understood, but after a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Then do you know the Shangshu's wife? What kind of person is she?"

"Madam Shangshu?" Cuizhu seemed a little surprised that Song Youan would suddenly mention this person, and subconsciously asked back, "Miss Song, why did you suddenly ask about Madam Shangshu?"

"Madam Shangshu ordered me to deliver cakes to her residence on the third and eighteenth day of every month because she would set up a stage in her residence to entertain other ladies. So I wanted to learn more about it to avoid making mistakes in the future."

Almost all the servants in Kyoto knew about the Shangshu's wife's habit, and the wife of the Marquis of Fuyang would often go to the Shangshu's mansion to keep appointments.

Cuizhu nodded gently, then continued, "Servants like us don't have many opportunities to come into direct contact with the Shangshu's wife, but I have always heard rumors since I was a child."

"If we talk about the most enviable ladies in Kyoto, the Shangshu's wife must be one of them."

"Oh? Why do you arouse envy?" Song Youan asked.

Cuizhu organized her words and continued, "Because the Shangshu and his wife are very loving, it's a legend in Kyoto. The Shangshu holds a high position of power in the court, but at home he is a well-known wife slave, doting on his wife like the apple of his eye."

"Then, has the Minister taken a concubine?"

Cui Zhu shook her head. "No, the Shangshu Mansion is a well-known quiet place in Kyoto because there is only one mistress in the mansion, the Shangshu's wife, and no concubines. Moreover, the Shangshu's wife gave birth to three sons and one daughter for the Shangshu. Since they are all her own legitimate children, the family is naturally harmonious."

After hearing this, Song Youan felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

She didn't know where this feeling came from, perhaps it was because the Shangshu's wife and her aunt had the same face.

Cuizhu continued to talk to herself, "Miss, there's no need to be nervous. The Shangshu's wife is well-known for her virtue and is very friendly. As long as you behave properly, she won't make things difficult for you."

"I understand. Thank you, Miss Cuizhu."

When we arrived at the Marquis of Fuyang's Mansion, a group of young ladies had already gathered in the garden and were chatting loudly.

Someone spotted Song Youan coming from the porch and stood up excitedly: "Miss Song is here."

The others also looked up. Song Youan was walking very fast, and the weather was hot and humid, so a thin layer of sweat was seeping out of his forehead.

"I'm late, I hope you ladies will forgive me."

As he came closer, Song Youan quickly apologized.

Without waiting for others to speak, Zhu Ling stepped forward and said, "Glad you're here. I thought you forgot."

Song Youan smiled awkwardly and shook her head gently: "Of course I didn't forget, it just took a little longer to prepare. I will go down and prepare it right away. Please wait for a moment, ladies."

Zhu Ling nodded and ordered Cuizhu to take Song Youan to the back hall to prepare.

It was called preparation, but in fact it just meant placing the cakes brought by Song Youan one by one on the exquisite dessert stand.

However, this time Song Youan also prepared milk tea powder and brewed a pot with hot water to go with the cake.

In addition, there are fresh raspberries and blueberries placed on top for decoration.

However, the other young ladies were shocked when they saw Zhu Ling's attitude towards Song Youan.

Li Xiangrong and Zhu Ling were good friends, so she spoke without hesitation: "Sister Ling is now very close to Miss Song. I still remember the first time Miss Song entered the Marquis of Fuyang's mansion, sister Ling's attitude was not like this."

Zhu Ling has a reputation for being arrogant and unruly, and everyone knows her character.

So everyone couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, thinking that Zhu Ling's better attitude towards Song Youan was due to other intentions. After all, Youanju in Kyoto is now like a treasure house, and anything that comes out of it must be good stuff.

Several of the young ladies couldn't help but wonder in their hearts whether they should also show their favor to Miss Song, so that if there are any new and popular items in the future, they can get them first through this relationship.

For example, at today's gathering, they usually couldn't even see Miss Song, and You'anju always had a sign saying "No Visitors." But Zhu Ling was able to find Miss Song and even asked her to personally organize and prepare today's gathering.

It was obvious that Zhu Ling had won Miss Song's heart before them.

Zhu Ling smiled disapprovingly: "Relationships between people need to be built through getting along. After meeting Miss Song a few times, I feel that we get along very well. Now we are friends."

friend?

Everyone secretly raised their eyebrows. How could Zhu Ling, the daughter of a marquis, be friends with the daughter of a merchant?

Most people didn't believe it. No matter how capable Miss Song was, her social class was there, and coupled with Zhu Ling's personality, the friendship between the two was indeed questionable in the eyes of others.

Li Chuyou spoke up at the right time: "Since Sister Ling regards Miss Song as a friend, it is not easy for a woman like her to do business in Kyoto. Sister Ling should always take care of her in the future."

"Of course." Zhu Ling blurted out, "With me here, no one can bully Miss Song."