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It was the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), and only about ten people were talking quietly inside Tianxiang Tower, making it seem rather deserted at first glance.

To avoid attracting attention, Sang Luan wore a veil today.

She lifted her foot and walked straight upstairs.

Inside private room number one.

Sang Luan removed her veil and casually placed it aside. She then tore off the light veil covering her neck, leaned back, and then sat down next to Meng Youning with lightning speed.

She cheerfully placed her bundle on the table before gently poking Meng Youning's arm.

Meng Youning was leaning against the side, resting with her eyes closed. She was not wearing any makeup, and her small face, no bigger than a palm, had a sickly pale look.

But even so, it couldn't hide her stunning beauty.

Every move they made was as if the figures in the painting had come to life.

Upon hearing the noise coming from the private room, Meng Youning slowly opened her eyes.

Those clear, watery eyes blinked, their gaze inadvertently sweeping over Sang Luan's neck before settling on her wrist.

You can see a distinct red mark.

Meng Youning quickly sat up straight, pulled Sang Luan over, and looked down at her carefully, "What happened to your injury?"

Sang Luan's face immediately fell, and she drooped her head. "No wonder this is a tragic novel. Feng Hengzhi's brain is simply not normal."

"Did Feng Hengzhi do all this?" Meng Youning's beautiful eyes widened slightly.

Sang Luan nodded and withdrew her hand. "But it's not a big problem. I even got some compensation for emotional distress because of this. Besides, he was injured as well, so I didn't really lose out."

She opened the bundle on the table, her pupils sparkling with tiny stars. "Look, there are so many."

A hint of reluctance flashed in Meng Youning's eyes, but she didn't even glance at the bundle on the table. "Because of your white moonlight?"

"Yes, who else could drive Feng Hengzhi and Qi Ran crazy in an instant besides her?"

Sang Luan hugged Meng Youning with a look of utter despair, buried her head in her shoulder, and swayed slightly with her feet off the ground.

Suddenly, she straightened up, raised her eyes slightly, looked at Meng Youning, and a look of suspicion flashed across her face. "That's not right. It's one thing to be angry about Qi Ran, but Feng Hengzhi's emotions are extremely unstable. He can get angry over anything. How did you guess so accurately?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Luan saw Meng Youning silently looking at her with a very complicated expression in her eyes.

A sudden thought flashed through her mind, and she said in a gentle tone, "Could it be that Qi Ran also..."

Meng Youning shrugged, looking unconcerned. She leisurely picked up the teapot not far away, slowly poured two cups of tea, handed one to Sang Luan, and then picked up the other and drank it herself.

Seeing her like this, Sang Luan immediately understood.

She immediately sat up straight, her eyes sparkling, and opened the bundle completely, revealing the gold and silver inside.

Meng Youning put down the teacup, and with a flick of her wrist, a small porcelain jar appeared in her hand in an instant.

I slowly opened it and applied a little white ointment to my hand.

Seeing this, Sang Luan consciously moved closer to her.

The moment the white ointment touched her skin, Sang Luan couldn't help but hiss, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

Meng Youning gently applied the ointment to her wound and said to herself, "This was specially prepared for Qi Ran by the Prince of Yi. I've tried it, and the effect is even better."

Slightly bending down, lowering her eyes, and gently blowing on the wound, Sang Luan immediately felt a chill. "Take this jar back with you later and keep it with you just in case."

“We need to prepare all the money as soon as possible and run away.” Sang Luan rubbed her neck, which felt much better. “Given Feng Hengzhi’s temper, he might go crazy again one day, and I can’t handle that.”

Her gaze suddenly fell on the gold and silver on the table. Just now in the mansion, she felt that suddenly having so much silver was the best thing ever.

However, now that things have calmed down, the question of where to put all this gold and silver has become a problem.

Since she had already taken out the gold and silver, she naturally had no intention of taking it back to her residence.

Moreover, she was not at ease leaving so much silver in the mansion.

Do you have a place to put your silver?

Sang Luan and Meng Youning turned to the side, staring intently at each other, and said in unison.

The two gave a wry smile, and simultaneously leaned back and looked up at the sky.

They both arrived at the same time, and neither of them had an easier time in the mansion than the other.

The answer to the question is obvious.

Meng Youning's eyes suddenly lit up. She slowly sat up and turned to look at Sang Luan. "I have a solution."

Sang Luan immediately became interested. "What method?"

“Since we don’t have anywhere to put these right now, how about we do an ancient version of investment?” Meng Youning said, her whole being radiant.

"How so?" Sang Luan looked at Meng Youning very seriously.

“If we can’t put it here, then we’ll find somewhere we can. We’ll make money from money.” Meng Youning lightly dipped her fingertip into the teacup, then raised her hand and lightly traced lines on the table. “I’ve had people keep a close eye on all kinds of shops in the city these past few days.”

She paused, then continued, "I found a shop in the south of the city. The owner there is selling off the shop in a big way, but I went to check it out. They sell rouge, and the quality of their products is fine. The main problem is the customer base and the location. It's far from the point where they have to close down."

Sang Luan's eyes flickered slightly. "You mean, we should take over?"

“No, I wanted you to take some time to check it out. If you're sure the item is okay, then we can talk about the money.” Meng Youning shook her head, pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve, and lightly wiped her hands.

She only had a vague understanding of rouge, far less than Sang Luan.

Just one glance from Sang Luan would tell whether the matter could succeed.

A strange light suddenly flashed in Sang Luan's eyes, and she stood up abruptly. "There's no time like the present, let's go now."

Meng Youning also stood up and gave a soft "hmm", "Let's go together".

Half an hour later.

South of the city.

Sang Luan and Meng Youning instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes from the bright light, tilted their heads slightly, and focused their gaze on the plaque in front of them.

Sang Luan narrowed her eyes slightly. "It seems this is the place."

All that could be seen on the signboard in front was the three characters "Hongzunfang". The shops around it were all bustling with customers, but Hongzunfang was deserted.

The whole shop exuded a deathly atmosphere.

The two exchanged a glance, then stepped inside.

As soon as Sang Luan stepped inside, a faint fragrance suddenly wafted into her nostrils.

She couldn't help but take a closer sniff; they were all common rouge ingredients.

She subtly scanned the area again, her gaze finally settling on the box of lip rouge closest to her. Her eyes flashed, and she picked it up, bringing it to her nose and sniffing it lightly.

The next moment, just as she was about to open it and take a closer look, a rough and urgent voice rang out.