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

But after Wu Ziyan had gone far away, he still took out his dowry box, picked out a few valuable items, and instructed someone to exchange them for silver.

When Mo Baiyun returned, he placed a thick stack of papers in front of Wu Ziyan. Wu Ziyan gave him an approving look and made a thumbs-up gesture. Mo Baiyun was puzzled, so Wu Ziyan explained that it meant he was being praised. Mo Baiyun smiled.

Wu Ziyan began to look through these messages. The biggest expenses for the families of the various mansions were rouge, powder, jewelry, and clothing. Most of these purchases were made through a place called Yue Rong Pavilion, which was practically a monopoly.

The owner of Yue Rong Pavilion was a handsome man, not only beautiful but also rich. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the richest man in the country. Other small vendors either bought from within the mansion or bought some loose goods from shops outside, which didn't make much money.

"Little Yun'er, what's the background of this Fang Yue Rong?" The big finger pointed to the information on a piece of paper.

Mo Baiyun glanced at it and replied fluently, "Three generations of merchants, a solid foundation, and no powerful forces are behind us."

"Even..."

“That’s right, even the Empress…”

"That's perfect." Wu Ziyan raised an eyebrow.

“But Master, they’re already very wealthy. What do you have to offer to sway them? And you still want to make money off them?” He thought Wu Ziyan’s idea was utterly absurd.

"I haven't even said anything, yet you've figured out exactly what I'm thinking. Are you a mind reader?"

Mo Baiyun smiled slyly: "I'm like a tapeworm in your stomach, Master!"

Her mind raced. Wouldn't the formula she had just obtained come in handy? No matter how powerful Yue Rong Pavilion was, it couldn't be as powerful as the formula given by her system. She had already imagined herself rolling in money.

She was still grinning foolishly as she thought about it. Mo Baiyun called her name several times, but she didn't respond. Finally, Mo Baiyun had no choice but to poke her face with his finger. Only then did she react, but her mouth was still wide open, making her look very silly.

Wu Ziyan pursed his lips, suppressing his drooling, and pulled a piece of paper from behind his back, leaving Mo Baiyun completely bewildered. [Wait, why can Master pull paper out of his backside?]

Wu Ziyan said, "Find everything on this for me."

Mo Baiyun was about to speak when Wu Ziyan added, "The payment will be settled next time."

Mo Baiyun looked at the items marked on the sign. They weren't hard to find, but it would take some time. Wu Ziyan had also instructed him not to buy from one store, but to buy them from different places.

After collecting the materials, she began to prepare the ingredients. She even complained about why the system couldn't just give her a ready-made one, only a recipe, and she had to buy the materials herself.

Several days passed, and she locked herself in her room, even eating and drinking there. Sima Lingchuan tried to visit her several times, but was turned away at the door. He felt very upset. Could it be that her previous improved attitude was just a passing fancy, an act to humiliate him?

On a bright afternoon, Wu Ziyan came out of her room, stretched, and finally figured out this. Strangely enough, although the system didn't give her the finished product, it did give her a lot of pretty bottles. This perfume dew, as expected of a game, the design of this thing is awesome.

This perfume can change its scent depending on the temperature. For example, with the addition of gardenia, it smells like morning dew in the morning, a strong floral scent at noon, and a light, refreshing fragrance in the evening. It has different scents depending on the different ingredients.

She was so happy that she ran around like a child, wanting to share the joy with Sima Lingchuan as soon as possible. Mo Baiyun followed behind her, wondering why she was so happy.

This time, she didn't even knock on the door and just pushed it open. Sima Lingchuan was changing clothes. The afternoon sun was high, and he took off his outer robe to rest. Wu Ziyan excitedly called out, "Lingchuan, Lingchuan!"

Sima Lingchuan was startled. Seeing Wu Ziyan's happy expression, he realized that his anxiety over the past few days had been for nothing. She wasn't deliberately avoiding or ignoring him.

"Ziyan, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?" He went to greet her without even straightening his clothes.

"Look!" Wu Ziyan smiled brightly, like a child.

Sima Lingchuan looked at the exquisite bottle, which was half-filled with liquid. It looked quite beautiful when shaken. Wu Ziyan felt that Sima Lingchuan should have this kind of scent, with bamboo leaves, pine and cypress leaves and a faint jasmine fragrance.

She opened the cap, and it was the moment when the perfume's floral scent was at its strongest. She took Sima Lingchuan's hand, put a drop on his wrist, and the fragrance instantly filled the room.

"Ziyan, what is this? The floral scent is so strong, yet it's softer and more natural than the perfumes men use."

"Wow, you're so knowledgeable! But why don't you use it normally?"

Sima Lingchuan fell silent. He was used to being out of favor, so what was the point of pretending? Wu Ziyan could probably guess what he was thinking.

She shoved the perfume bottle into his hand and said, "Lingchuan, this is something I made especially for you. It's a gift for you; it's a unique scent just for you."

"This, this must be very valuable. Even the tributes from Yue Rong Pavilion are not as valuable as this." Although she said this, she felt warm inside.

"This is something that cannot be measured in money. You should know that nothing can compare to you in my heart." As she spoke, she took Sima Lingchuan's hand and placed it on her chest.

Mo Baiyun watched all this from outside, feeling a strange mix of emotions—it was probably envy.

Sima Lingchuan withdrew his hand, blushing. Then, as if remembering something, he went to fetch the silver notes for Wu Ziyan. Wu Ziyan felt a warmth in her heart. [Although she really wanted them, she couldn't be a kept man!] She decided to let him keep them; she didn't want them.

Without lingering, she took Mo Baiyun back to the study. She had come up with a plan: she needed to find an influential person, a member of the family of an adult. After thinking it over, the only person she could ask was her eldest sister's husband, Changsun Bozong.

"Little Yun'er, send a visiting card to my older sister. I'll go to her place tomorrow." She said this while still packaging samples. Even if you're looking for a spokesperson, you have to have a convincing product to back it up.

"Yes, Master." His voice was muffled.

"By the way, you have too much blood energy, so I've prepared a perfume for you. Pine resin and lily will be very soothing." He pushed a transparent glass bottle on the table toward Mo Baiyun.

Mo Baiyun was taken aback. He hadn't expected that Wu Ziyan was still thinking of him. He smiled, innocent and adorable. For that one moment, he was truly like a child, happily taking the bottle and smelling it, as if it were a treasure, before tucking it into his pocket.