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

"Big brother, don't be impatient, don't be angry with big sister. I want to discuss some important matters with you." She glanced at Mo Baiyun.

Mo Baiyun took out a bottle of perfume dew and handed it to Changsun Bozong. Changsun Bozong shook the bottle and then opened the cap. It was afternoon, and the floral fragrance was neither too strong nor too weak, just right.

It was a fragrance of orange blossom, cinnamon, and many other spices. Changsun Bozong elegantly applied a little to his wrist, then brought it to his nose to smell it, his eyes filled with rapture.

"Big brother likes it." Although she asked the question, she could tell that this thing had already won over her older brother.

"I love it! My general has never known anything about these things. Is this a limited edition from Yue Rong Pavilion? It shouldn't be; they've never made a liquid fragrance like this before. Where did Fourth Sister get this?" He also had some knowledge of cosmetics, so he asked.

"I made it myself. Big brother likes it. I have even more flavors. Of course, I can't give it to big brother for free." His eyes narrowed, revealing a businessman's shrewdness.

"Fourth Sister, what kind of trick are you up to?" Wu Chengji stroked his chin, looked at the perfume bottle, and then smelled it. It was indeed very fragrant, but not tacky.

"In business, big brother, you often attend those gatherings in the inner quarters, help me promote it, and we'll split the profits 30/70." Wu Ziyan's calculations were quite shrewd.

"How so?" Wu Chengji's eyes lit up when she heard about money! Everyone needs money. When she was fighting, she mostly subsidized her own military expenses, but even so, she was often short of money.

"I'm sure you know very well how popular a large courtyard house is. Just think about how much profit there is." As they spoke, their heads involuntarily huddled together, as if they were plotting something big.

“That’s not true. Even at a high price, it’s hard to buy a limited edition.” Changsun Bozong interjected, clearly admiring the perfume in his hand.

"Then three-seven? Fourth Sister, isn't that a bit too dark?" Wu Chengji stroked his chin, thinking it should be at least four-six.

"Ask your older brother, is it dark?" Of course, he wouldn't discuss this with Wu Chengji; he would have to talk to Changsun Bozong.

“Not dark at all. I’d love to have this perfume all the time.” Changsun Bozong stared at Wu Chengji, frowning, then snorted.

Wu Chengji had absolutely no way to deal with her as his husband, so he had no choice but to agree.

After agreeing on the profit, the actual implementation still requires a shop. Mo Baiyun had already found a shop that he could take over at any time.

However, she needed some money. Upon hearing this request, Changsun Bozong offered to take out his dowry without hesitation. Wu Ziyan quickly refused, explaining that she only needed it temporarily and would repay it as soon as she had income. Moreover, her ambition was not as simple as opening a small shop; she wanted to win over the richest man, Fang Yuerong.

Wu Ziyan stood up and bowed to Wu Chengji and Changsun Bozong: "It's getting late, I have to go back to my residence."

"Stay here for the night and chat with your sister." Wu Chengji looked at Wu Ziyan with some lingering desire. Wu Ziyan shook her head, stood on tiptoe, and poked Wu Chengji's forehead with her hand: "Big sister, you have such a handsome big brother, why would you need me to stay? You should keep your big brother company tonight."

Changsun Bozong blushed and acted haughty. Wu Ziyan covered her mouth and laughed. Wu Chengji had no choice but to see her out of the mansion. At the gate, Wu Ziyan said, "I wrote some things down on a list. Big brother and big sister can take a look. Oh, by the way, big sister, about what happened last time, have you given me an answer?"

The question seemed casual, but Wu Chengji saw those determined eyes again. This time, she tapped her forehead with her finger.

She seemed to be joking when she mentioned something important, and Wu Chengji's expression turned serious again. After thinking for a moment, he replied easily, "Of course, just like when you were bullied as a child, I would stand in front of you to protect you."

Some things cannot be said outright, and this can be considered an answer. At least for now, Wu Chengji is on her side, but who knows what the future holds? Moreover, the Empress has not yet clearly indicated who her heir is.

Wu Ziyan nodded and got into the carriage. Mo Baiyun propped his chin on his hand and stared at Wu Ziyan, asking, "What kind of riddles are you and the eldest princess playing? I don't quite understand."

"You understand but are pretending not to, right? Just remember what I said that morning." Wu Ziyan's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, making Mo Baiyun tremble.

He turned away, no longer looking at Wu Ziyan. Wu Ziyan stared at the street outside, watching the lights slowly come on. Her game, which she had been gambling with her life on, had only just begun.

Back at the mansion, Sima Lingchuan was already waiting at the gate. He calculated that it should be time for him to return. The other officials were leisurely playing cards in the courtyard.

Wu Ziyan got out of the carriage and hugged Sima Lingchuan tightly. Sima Lingchuan's hands were stiff and he didn't know where to put them. The passersby who were returning home late to pack up their stalls whispered among themselves, "Isn't it said that the Fourth Prince and the Marquis's relationship is not good? This is not like the rumors."

Sima Lingchuan patted Wu Ziyan on the back in the end: "Ziyan, a lot of people are watching."

"What's there to be afraid of? Just wait and see. One day, I will make sure everyone can walk on the street equally, without any controversy." She said this casually, yet very seriously.

"Ziyan, that's enough, let's go inside and talk."

After Wu Ziyan released Sima Lingchuan and went inside, the officials then approached him perfunctorily, greeting him in a noisy commotion.

Wu Ziyan also wanted to announce the matter, so he coughed and cleared his throat and said, "You lot are good-looking, but that can't fill your stomachs. You're quite good at getting together to play cards, but I want to say that you clearly don't like me, yet you still freeload at my mansion!"

The young officials, thinking Wu Ziyan was angry, all knelt down and said in a coquettish voice, "Husband Ziyan, we were wrong!"

"I'm not blaming you. As I just said, everyone should be equal. First, you need to support yourselves. Starting tomorrow, you'll go to the shop with Xiaoyun'er and manage it. If you meet someone you like, come back and tell me, and I'll make arrangements for you." He wanted to get rid of this group of people quickly so he could make room for the man he wanted to woo in the future!

One of the officials muttered under his breath, "His Highness must be ill."

Another chimed in, "What are we supposed to do? Manage the shop? The second male lead's family only ever has a minority of people showing their faces in public!"

Wu Ziyan gave Mo Baiyun a look without saying a word. Mo Baiyun understood and helped the people kneeling on the ground up. He kindly "persuaded" Wu Ziyan to go back to his room with Sima Lingchuan.

As soon as she returned to the house, Wu Ziyan sat down on the stool without caring about her image. Her clothes were loose and her hair was slightly disheveled. She let out a long breath and relaxed a lot. Sima Lingchuan sat quietly beside her without saying a word.

Only when Wu Ziyan turned to look at him did he ask, "Ziyan, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired. With Lingchuan in front of me, I'm not tired at all." He spoke each word very slowly, and each word was engraved in Sima Lingchuan's heart.