After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

Ye Yuwu's words to them were drowned out by their excited shouts.

After some time, Ye Yuwu went upstairs again. Before she even reached the door, she heard them arguing.

Because she was standing outside the door, she happened to overhear their argument.

"Nangong Fengyao is the leader of the Four Young Masters of the Imperial City. Without him, there would be no Four Young Masters of the Imperial City! He is domineering and charming."

"Dongfang Shu is refined and gentle; he is the most handsome!"

Ye Yuwu, standing outside the door, awkwardly gripped the ground with her toes. Although she had written it, she felt inexplicably ashamed.

"Melodramatic stories are as popular as ever," Ye Yuwu sighed.

As they were arguing, Ye Yuwu pushed the door open and came in. Then Ye Yuwu heard another woman standing timidly between Zhang Rouyan and Wan Niang, who was arguing, peek out and say in a soft voice, "Actually, I think Xu Fenghua is quite handsome too."

Fine, fine, in the end, it's because "Mei Zuo" Xu Fenghua is unworthy; surprisingly, no one likes him.

Ye Yuwu chuckled and shook her head, trying to banish the funny idea from her mind.

The moment Ye Yuwu entered the room, the debate ended.

Zhang Rouyan walked over and said seriously to Ye Yuwu, "Shopkeeper Ye, I have a strong feeling that this storybook will definitely be sought after by thousands!"

Hearing her words, the others also became agitated, some even turning red in the face, whether from reading the storybook or from arguing.

"Then I'll take your kind words." Ye Yuwu was overjoyed, her glass-like eyes shining brightly.

After composing herself, she asked Zhang Rouyan about the recent sales of her book, "Between Square Inches".

"Since the novel 'The Overbearing Prince Falls in Love with His Little Maid' was completed, coupled with the malicious plagiarism by the Moxiang Bookstore across the street, our books and magazines have only sold half of what they used to, and most of the lost customers are women."

This was similar to what Ye Yuwu had thought. "I came here today to talk about this matter. Since serialized stories are popular, we can collect some serialized stories and publish them every issue, just like before. If any of them become popular, we can contact a printing house to print them into a book."

“That’s what I’ve been thinking about these past few days too.” Ye Yuwu and Zhang Rouyan immediately agreed.

"There's another thing I learned from Manager Bao of Moxiang Bookstore—prevention is better than cure. Manager Bao has really taught me something."

"Prepare for a rainy day? Manager Ye, what are you thinking?"

“We had some writers submitting their work before, and some of them had excellent and consistent writing skills, which allowed them to pass the review several times. I was thinking of signing them to our bookstore as our exclusive writers. We would agree that if their stories were good, they would receive twice the money they would receive for submitting their work to our bookstore, but on the condition that they could not submit their work to other bookstores.”

Is this feasible?

“Whether it works or not, we should give it a try. I remember someone named…” she pondered, trying to recall the name, “a writer named Guan Yan is quite good. I have a deep impression of his writing style. I could try to talk to him.”

"I know this person, Manager Ye, you can leave him to me for now." This will also lighten her burden.

Zhang Rouyan is always reliable, so Ye Yuwu felt quite at ease entrusting this matter to her.

"By the way, Rouyan, if you have the chance, you should also pay more attention to submitting long manuscripts. At present, we can't just focus on books and magazines. Publishing books is also necessary."

Once everyone had decided on the direction the bookstore would take, they were all full of energy.

Ye Yuwu stayed in the bookstore all day without noticing that the sky had already darkened.

She sat in front of the bookstore, dressed in red today, no longer in simple plain clothes as before.

The flowing gauze skirt clung tightly to her slender waist, highlighting her delicate and exquisite figure and further accentuating her fair skin with a rosy glow.

It was rare for her to wear her hair in a topknot, and it was only after the skillful Huaping coaxed Ye Yuwu into agreeing to let her do it that Ye Yuwu agreed.

She was born beautiful, and even with minimal makeup, she was charming and lovely.

Just as he was about to stretch, Huaping hurriedly walked into the bookstore.

"Hua Ping, slow down. You're always so rushed. Be careful not to drop it."

"Don't worry, miss, I'm being careful. Oh, right, I forgot to mention the important matter." She slapped her forehead, leaned close to Ye Yuwu, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Miss, that person has woken up!"

When Qi Jingyue woke up, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar room. Just as he showed a wary look, the door was opened.

He glanced at her indifferently, and his eyes fell upon a woman dressed in green. She seemed surprised that he was awake, and a look of astonishment appeared on her delicate face. She approached him with a wooden tray in hand, and stammered, "You...you're awake?"

She handed him the bowl on the tray, saying, "This is medicine for typhoid fever. Drink it while it's hot. I'll go and inform my daughter."

After saying that, she ran away in a flash, not noticing the deep look in the man's eyes.

He hadn't figured out where he was or who had saved him, so he didn't dare drink the Chinese medicine in his hand. He thought of getting up and finding a place to pour the medicine out.

But before he could even get up, he discovered that he was wearing tight-fitting women's clothing. He didn't know when the clothes had been changed, and they were even smaller than the women's clothing that had been taken from him when he was being chased.

He frowned, enduring his discomfort, and got out of bed to pour the medicine onto the soil in the green plant vase beside him.

Then, relying on his keen senses as a martial artist, he immediately determined that there was no one in the courtyard. He pushed open the door a crack and looked around, and found that there was indeed no one there.

He didn't rush to leave, as he was unfamiliar with the place and didn't know if there were any ambushes outside. Going out rashly might be dangerous, and his injuries hadn't healed yet. He wanted to see who this host was and what their purpose was.

He had completely forgotten that he had woken up once before when Ye Yuwu reached out to untie his clothes.

A short while later, a commotion came from the courtyard. Ye Yuwu and Huaping entered the courtyard at the same time and pushed open the door.

The person on the bed was indeed awake, sitting half-upright on the bed, leaning lazily against the headboard, his expression unreadable. He only turned his head slightly when he heard them push the door open and enter.

One has to marvel at the divine craftsmanship of the Goddess Nuwa. Even though he was dressed in a ridiculous and uncomfortable women's outfit, his radiance was not affected in the slightest. His face was as white as jade and his figure as white as snow, but his expression was extremely indifferent, to the point of having a cold air about it. His black eyes were as clear and dazzling as obsidian. When he closed his eyes, there was a sharpness hidden under his seemingly calm gaze, as sharp as an eagle's. One could tell at a glance that this person was not simple.

This made Ye Yuwu even more determined in her mind, and she didn't bother with formalities with him.

"Now that you've woken up, young master, why don't we leave this place? Please don't blame me for being heartless." I'm already being quite generous by saving your life.

With such obvious words, how could Qi Jingyue not understand? Judging from the attire and conversation of the two women, Qi Jingyue guessed that they were young ladies from some family and did not seem like rivals.