They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

The richly dressed man looked at the servant again, his eyes asking something.

"You don't need to act anymore, it's tiring." Wu Ziyan chuckled and looked up at the servant. She thought that her appearance could be changed, but her unique fragrance would not change. She had smelled it back then.

At the same time, the system's voice sounded again: "Strategy for male character #5, Room Yue Rong. Please read the details of the rewards yourself."

Good grief, now the system is too lazy to explain anymore, huh!

Wu Ziyan stood on tiptoe to meet the servant's gaze, blinked, and brushed his hair against the servant's face: "Young Master Fang, why aren't you saying anything? You've been hiding it well!"

"Oh dear, young master, I already said no!" The fake young master stood up, his jewels falling to the ground, and he sulked, which was quite adorable.

Fang Yuerong grabbed Wu Ziyan's wrist and laughed loudly: "Interesting, how did you recognize me?"

“Young Master Fang, wasn’t that the man in black on the street back then? You’re the one with the best methods.” Withdrawing her hand, Fang Yuerong sat back down and took another sip of tea. She then poured herself some tea as well.

The attendant impersonating him stepped aside and stood respectfully.

Taking a small sip: "Mmm, it smells wonderful, it must have some mint in it."

"Young Master Fang, you're quite the expert! Do you also have a taste for this?"

"Just call me Yue Rong, there's no need to be so formal with 'Young Master'." He had the shrewdness and obsequiousness of a businessman.

Wu Ziyan was a little confused by Fang Yuerong's personality. Is this how a rich person acts? So familiar and friendly. It would be better to just call her Yuerong. Why is she so unreserved? Wu Ziyan laughed: "Yuerong, haha, it sounds like you're calling someone inside the house."

"How dare you tease the young master!" The richly dressed servant jumped up first.

"It doesn't matter. After being rolling in money for so long, who else would tell me such honest things?" I always felt that this statement carried a hint of showing off.

Wu Ziyan found teasing them pointless, so she rubbed her fingers around the teacup and changed the subject: "Since we're here to discuss business, why don't we go to your Yue Rong Pavilion? I'd also like to try some of your good teas."

"No need, since I'm already here, I'll stay here. There are too many people and too many eyes in Yue Rong Pavilion, it's inconvenient." After all, this is a competition between merchants, and she hasn't gained anything from it, so how could she be allowed to go inside?

Wu Ziyan felt that this person was trying to cling to her. She rubbed her eyes. All of this was within her expectations, so she asked Mo Baiyun to go upstairs to get the documents and contracts that had been prepared in advance.

Wu Ziyan pointed to the stack of papers and said to Fang Yuerong, "I can give you a formula, and then I will take this amount from your Yuerong Pavilion every year."

Wu Ziyan held up three fingers, but Fang Yuerong shook his head. Wu Ziyan thought he was unwilling, but unexpectedly he was generous and held up five fingers. Wu Ziyan's eyes twitched. What's wrong with this person? Fifty percent! That's fifty percent! Is this some kind of benefit from the system?

Wu Ziyan swallowed hard, but before he could speak, the richly dressed servant said, "Young Master, what are you going to say to the head of the family?!"

“I’m in charge,” he said, then looked at Wu Ziyan. “However, I have a request. My family is quite complicated. I’ve wanted to be independent for a long time but haven’t had the chance. Your appearance, Fourth Princess, is the opportunity for me to become independent.”

"Oh? How so?" She became interested, not expecting that while she was scheming, others were also using her as a pawn.

After some discussion, it was discovered that Fang Yuerong had two older sisters who were both raised by concubines. Although they were daughters, they were all successful in business. As a son, he faced many inconveniences and was often bullied. Despite his current achievements, he was unable to establish his own household.

Wu Ziyan happened to be his competitor, and he wanted to use the excuse of losing the competition to make Wu Ziyan take over his business, so that his family would have no say. Besides, she was a member of the royal family, so who would dare to talk about her behind her back?

After hearing this, Wu Ziyan thought it would take some time to resolve, but she didn't expect it to be so quick. However, this exposed her to the public eye, causing her considerable trouble. The Fang family, originally a neutral force, would have loved to take advantage of this opportunity, but suddenly it was under her control.

This has made her a thorn in the side of many people. What a brilliant move, putting her in such a precarious position!

Now it was Wu Ziyan's turn to struggle, but she didn't show it on her face. She couldn't back down, so she immediately made a decision: "Okay, then let's sign and make it public."

"readily!"

"I will have my daughter, Xiaoyun, deliver the details to your residence. I won't be delivering it today."

"Then, farewell."

Fang Yuerong glanced at Wu Ziyan a few more times, his eyes filled with unfathomable emotions. He had seen her a few times before, but only from afar, thinking she was just a featherless little bird under the Empress's knee. Turns out she was the eagle he had secretly grown into. Interesting.

Wu Ziyan saw them to the door and waited until they were out of sight. [Holy crap, suddenly possessing half the richest man's wealth? This can't be a dream!]

Then Wu Ziyan repeated the scene where Mo Baiyun pulled her. Before Mo Baiyun could react, Wu Ziyan dragged her into the room: "Master, what are you doing? If you want to take liberties with me, then you can have me." Mo Baiyun closed her eyes, with a look of resignation.

"You rascal, I meant to say, look at this!" Wu Ziyan had wanted to come back and ask for a while, but unexpectedly Fang Yuerong appeared out of nowhere and took out the gilded black plaque to show Mo Baiyun.

Mo Baiyun immediately knelt down with a serious expression, but Wu Ziyan pulled him back, asking, "What is this?"

“It’s… the Holy Martial Token, an assassination organization token that only the Empress can mobilize.” Mo Baiyun hadn’t expected the Empress to give her this.

"So... you're part of this organization too?" Wu Ziyan pouted.

"Yes, but now that you have this token, I am completely yours, Master."

Mo Baiyun brought his face closer, feeling a sense of freedom, but Wu Ziyan pushed his face away, pondering why the Empress had given her this token—was it a test? Or something else? She didn't quite understand this move.

She carefully put the token away. As long as she knew it was a treasure, that was enough. The business deal was done, even though there was some risk involved.

Looking back at the system's strategy panel, Fang Yuerong's affection level with her is 7%!, while Sima Lingchuan is stuck at 26% with no progress. This is too difficult! I wonder if there's a time limit for this strategy!

Mo Baiyun and Wu Ziyan returned to the mansion together. As usual, Wu Ziyan gave Sima Lingchuan a hug. She had forgotten that she was not dressed in her usual attire and was still wearing court robes. It was really inappropriate to be so frivolous.

She straightened her clothes, wanting to burst into laughter, because everything was going well. Seeing Wu Ziyan's strange expression, Sima Lingchuan glanced at Mo Baiyun.

Mo Baiyun whispered in Sima Lingchuan's ear, "I once suspected that Master had gone mad."

"Could it be that we've encountered some evil spirit?" Sima Lingchuan also looked worried and began to have doubts.

Wu Ziyan coughed: "What are you two thinking about!"

The two shook their heads and followed her. Wu Ziyan went to change her clothes, and then plunged into the study. After all, life goes on, but there are still so many tasks to complete!

"System, oh system, what the heck is that 100%? Who does that?!"

"Sorry, the vulnerability is being patched."

"you!"

As Wu Ziyan mixed the perfume, he muttered to himself. Soon it was night, and nothing was said until the next day.

The story was circulating all over the streets: Mo Baiyun was anxiously knocking on Wu Ziyan's door.