The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

Si Yan looked at Yan Longyi passing by downstairs, and then looked at the disappearing backs of the two women. While he was lost in thought, Boya brought him a bowl of cold-repelling soup.

"It's snowing and the weather is cold. Let's have some soup." Boya, wearing a plain white brocade robe, walked to Si Yan and sat down.

His voice was soft, elegant and gentle, and he exuded an extremely clean temperament.

"Thank you, Mr. Bo." Si Yan smiled slightly, took the cold-relieving soup from Boya's hand and drank it in one gulp.

Boya glanced at Si Yan's clothes and said slowly, "My cloth shop has released several new fabrics. Miss Si, please help me try them on and see if the materials are comfortable."

Si Yan was slightly stunned, and answered readily: "Okay."

Boya clapped his hands three times, and Afan brought in a tray from outside the door. On it were several types of clothes, all in a simple and elegant snow-white color. The fabrics were obviously high-end and luxurious materials.

"Miss Si, would you like to try it?" Boya said with a smile.

"Okay." Si Yan took the top piece of clothing and went into the inner room to change clothes.

This is a large suite. The outside is used for receiving people, and inside there is a study, a separate bedroom, and even a bathroom.

When Si Yan put on this dress, she felt something was wrong. The dress fit her so well, as if it was tailor-made for her.

But to be honest, the clothes are really comfortable, extremely light in texture, yet very warm.

Si Yan walked out from the inner room and looked at Boya: "It fits me perfectly. Was it made especially for me?"

Si Yan's directness made Boya blush slightly, and also made Si Yan understand the answer instantly.

Boya remained calm. "I saw Miss Si still wearing thin clothes in winter, so I took the initiative to have a few sets of clothes made for her. I also wanted her to try them out and see how they looked. If she looks good in them, the same kind of cloth will surely sell well in our shop..."

Ah Fan: ...

They only managed to get a few pieces of cloth made from snow silkworm tencel, and they all made clothes for Miss Si. Why would they sell it?

Si Yan sat down quietly by the window without saying a word.

She didn't remember being measured, so how did they know her clothing size?

Boya explained with a smile, "The shop's master came over that day to do some work and happened to see Miss Si. The master was very experienced and knew the size of the clothes Miss Si was wearing with just one look."

Ah Fan almost dropped the tray in his hand. Didn’t Mr. Bo measure it with his own eyes?

With Mr. Bo's keen eyesight, he could estimate Miss Si's size at a glance.

"Actually, I'm not afraid of the cold, so I wear less." Si Yan explained softly.

She trains all year round, and even in the cold winter, she easily gets feverish. She also deliberately trains her ability to resist cold, so she wears thinner clothes than ordinary people.

This has caused many misunderstandings. Not only did Aunt Lan make a lot of clothes for her, but her father and brother also had people make clothes for her.

Boya replied softly: "Miss Si, this dress is multi-layered. If you are really afraid of the heat, you can wear one less layer."

"Okay, I understand." Si Yan smiled slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Bo."

Si Yan looked up at the door of the private room and ordered Si Rong who was guarding the door: "Pick out a few of the best thousand-year-old ginseng we just dug and have someone send them to Master Bo."

"Yes, Miss." Si Rong received the order and immediately asked someone to do it.

Si Yan used Boya's resources to obtain information, which could be considered as cooperation with Boya, but Boya having someone make clothes for her was a private gesture of affection.

Si Yan is not an ignorant girl. If a man cares about a woman so much as her clothes, it will easily cause misunderstanding if she accepts it so calmly.

But given her relationship with Boya, if she doesn't take it up, it will be too hurtful.

Boya understood everything from Si Yan's response.

He picked up the boiling teapot and poured a cup of tea for Si Yan, chuckling, "Then I'll accept it without hesitation. I'm really short of ginseng here. I can't buy good ginseng on the market in the past two years."

"Then every time I dig something, I'll have someone send some to you first."

Boya smiled and said, "That's great, I never refuse anyone who comes."

Just then, A Fan brought a pile of documents. Boya took them, took out the top few and handed them to Si Yan.

Boya said softly, "The woman who just bought cakes downstairs is Miss Le Ning from the Yan State Music Bureau. This is all the information we know about her. Our people noticed her when she entered Shangjing."

When Boya saw Si Yan looking downstairs, he asked someone to find the information.

Si Yan took a few pieces of silk and slowly flipped through them. Boya explained, "This woman was chosen by the Queen Mother of Yan for the Prince of Yan. She had originally planned to marry her off to him after he returned from the expedition. However, after he returned to Yanjing, he immediately went on a diplomatic mission to Daxuan without even meeting Miss Le."

Si Yan nodded and said nothing.

She probably knew the purpose of Miss Le Ning's coming to Beijing.

Si Yan finished reading the information and gently put it aside: "How is the investigation into Wei Shu's identity going?"

Boya's expression grew serious. "Miss Si, Wei Shu is a very unusual person. Although we don't have definitive evidence, we've discovered that he has numerous ties to the Northern Mang Kingdom and is also having an affair with Imperial Noble Consort Xin of Daxuan."

Boya was not surprised when he saw Si Yan's expression, and he knew that she knew what was going on.

This matter involves the emperor's most beloved concubine, so we must be cautious, cautious, and cautious again.

Not to mention that they don't have any definite evidence yet. Even if they did, exposing the imperial concubine's scandal would be exposing the emperor's scandal. They have to have a foolproof plan on how to do this.

"What about those assassins the Prime Minister's Mansion has deployed? Is there any way to confirm their identities?"

"We discovered that these killers all had marks on their bodies to facilitate their communication and to prove their identities. One type of mark was an obvious mark, like the killer who had previously sneaked into the Jia Mansion. Before he died, he destroyed a piece of flesh on his arm to remove the mark.

"There's also a hidden kind. The assassins in Prince Chen's mansion were marked with hidden marks, imprinted on different parts of their bodies. The obvious ones are easy to spot with the naked eye, but the hidden ones require special potions to reappear."

"Can we get such a potion?" Si Yan asked.

"It's difficult..." Boya shook his head. "Just like the antidote to wolfsbane arrows, the royal family of Beimang secretly controls these things, unknown to outsiders. However, since they have it, there must be a way. Miss Si, give me some more time."

"Don't be in a hurry, check it slowly." Si Yan replied softly.

Boya nodded, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Miss Si, there are rumors about you and Prince Yan..."

"That's not a rumor."

Boya was slightly stunned: "Miss Si, do you want to revitalize Daxuan or Yan State?"

"I want both." Si Yan said with a firm look.

“…” Boya looked at Si Yan without saying a word.

Si Yan opened her red lips and said, "Master Bo, maybe in the future, the world will no longer be divided into Daxuan, Yan, or even Beimang."

Boya's voice was slightly hoarse: "Boya was right about Miss Si."

"I didn't see Master Chabo either."

Si Yan slowly stood up and walked out the door: "This dress is really good, light and warm, it will definitely sell well."

Boya smiled gently: "Then I will definitely make a lot of money."

Boya sent Si Yan out of Yayue Pavilion and watched Si Yan get on the carriage, and the carriage disappeared from his sight.

Ah Fan walked forward gently and looked at the dazed young master: "Young master, do you like Miss Si?"

"I was just looking up at the bright moon. How could I possibly keep a woman that even Prince Yong couldn't keep?"

After Boya finished speaking, he slowly turned around and returned to Yayue Pavilion.