C32 It Was a Pity That He Had Such a Handsome Face

This sentence pierced Yang Qiuyu's heart.

Mu Zhihuan's expression changed, and she suddenly slapped Mu Zhihuan's hand, wanting to slap it away. However, she didn't expect that Mu Zhihuan had already taken a step back in preparation for this.

Yang Qiuyu, who had missed all of a sudden, was about to fall to the ground.

Mu Zhihuan raised her hand and firmly grabbed Yang Qiuyu's hand to prevent her from falling, but she also didn't get up.

"What are you doing!?" Let go of our wife! "

The maid hurriedly called over the guard to save Yang Qiuyu, causing Mu Zhihuan to stop those people with a cold look in her eyes.

"The prince only said that I'm not allowed to leave the palace, but he didn't say that I'm not allowed to 'chat' with his sister."

With just one sentence, he had blocked off the guards.

When immortals fought, it was better for servants like him not to join in on the fun.

Seeing this, the maid gritted her teeth and wanted to scratch Mu Zhihuan's face.

Seeing that the maid was about to pounce on her, Mu Zhihuan deliberately loosened her grip. Yang Qiuyu immediately fell down a little, and was about to press her face against the stone.

She was so frightened that she cried out, "Ah! Mu Zhihuan! You're looking for a cheap person! "Hurry and pull me up!"

Mu Zhihuan shot a glare at the maid before the maid immediately knelt on the ground. "I hope esteemed wangfei will let our wife go. She's too weak and received a favor last night. She definitely can't take all of this."

Even seeking for trouble was something he was superior to.

Mu Zhihuan curled her lips in disdain. "I remember that little sister just said that you can let me out?"

"Ha!" Get out! "Mu Zhihuan, do you think that you might have a chance of leaving the palace after offending the prince?"

Before Yang Qiuyu could finish her sentence, Mu Zhihuan loosened her grip.

Yang Qiuyu's face was now so low that she could clearly see the stones on the ground. At this moment, she started to panic.

If she fell down, her face would really be ruined by the stones.

"Royal Consort … [Please don't …] "If Your Highness comes back and sees that Madam is injured …"

"How loyal are you?"

Mu Zhihuan sneered. She lowered her eyes and looked at Yang Qiuyu, whose blood and Qi was surging and her face was flushed red:

"It's a pity that little sister has such a handsome face ~"

After saying that, Mu Zhihuan's hand relaxed again.

"The kitchen!"

Yang Qiuyu hooted, her voice trembling.

Grabbing Yang Qiuyu's wrist, Mu Zhihuan smiled and asked, "The kitchen?"

"Chef..." Kitchen... Uncle Wang, who brings me food every day, is very familiar with me … "I can …"

Without waiting for her to finish, Mu Zhihuan used her arm to pull Yang Qiuyu up. "Then I'll have to trouble little sister to arrange it."

Panting heavily, Yang Qiuyu's face turned pale. If she had opened her mouth earlier, she would have been slightly slower.

This woman might really make him fall to the ground and let the stone cut her face!

Yang Qiuyu clenched her fists in anger, then loosened them again. Finally, she grinded her teeth and said, "He will come at the right time, then I'll go to the kitchen and wait for you."

Mu Zhihuan raised her brows. "Then, thank you, little sister."

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's leaving figure, Yang Qiuyu's eyes were filled with so much hatred that it seemed as if blood would drip out at any moment.

"Cui Er, send me back to rest."

On the way back to the old house, Cui'er's face was filled with dissatisfaction. "Madam, are we really making it so easy for Mu Zhihuan to leave the house?"

"If an accident were to happen to her outside the manor, who do you think would suspect me of having been nurturing my body in the manor?"

Yang Qiuyu's face was full of ruthlessness, completely different from her usual docility.

"This servant will arrange it right away."

Indeed, just as Yang Qiuyu had said, after Mu Zhihuan dressed up in simple attire, she easily followed Uncle Wang out of the mansion through the back door.

After giving Uncle Wang some silver pieces, the two parted ways.

When Mu Zhihuan arrived at Wu Miao's courtyard, she saw that she had already divided the large and small jars according to their color.

"Greetings, consort."

Mu Zhihuan facepalmed. "Don't call me consort. Just call me Zhihuan."

"This …"

Noticing Wu Miao's hesitation, Mu Zhihuan intentionally lowered her voice and said, "I opened this shop quietly. If your name exposed that I was looking for private money outside …"

Without waiting for her to finish, Wu Miao nodded and agreed, "Yes, I understand. Then, I will forgive my offense."

Forget it, it was enough for him to be able to do this.

"Let's divide the items by their texture, and then line them up next to each other with different types of cream and powder."

Wu Miao frowned, "Counting?"

Mu Zhihuan did not explain and directly picked up a pen. She wrote one on the slightly softer bottle that she had chosen earlier and then wrote two on the second bottle.

"So it's like that. Since this humble girl understands, let's begin."

Thus, the two of them began their sorting activities. When Mu Zhihuan propped herself up from the courtyard, the sky had already gradually turned dark.

Looking at the results of her hard work, Mu Zhihuan grinned. "Originally, I thought that this sort of thing would not get too tiring. To think that it would take so much time."

Wu Miao gave her a cup of water and said with a sigh, "Yes, but... "Zhihuan, why are you sorted according to the quality of the ingredients? I've seen powder shops sold by color all the time?"

"You don't understand. Buying based on the color is too general. It doesn't look that different."

"People who buy like this will feel like they only need one color, but if you sell it in texture like I do, she'll find out when she buys the drier cream.

The similar color with the softer paste is also very nice to look at. It will produce a similar color, but with a different texture. It will feel like it bought two different ones. This way, the sales volume would go up. "

Wu Miao was confused, but he could faintly sense that this was a very strong attention.

"As expected of the princess consort. I've never thought of this idea before."

Hearing Wu Miao's praise, a smile hung on Mu Zhihuan's face, and she felt very guilty.

In fact, this was all her fabrication. It was all based on the sales methods of the 21st century.

However, Wu Miao frowned, "But …" "These names?"

Indeed, Wu Miao couldn't really appreciate it anymore. Mu Zhihuan had given him something like a 'brick red' or 'palace wall'.

He also divided the different texture of the lips into 'lip glaze' and 'lipstick'.

These items were completely different from the ones sold in the past. Was there really someone who would buy such a huge difference?

"Alright, I'll leave this matter of recording down to you. You have to keep the book that we made up our records on. In the future, if there's anything that's missing, we'll just say the number of the goods. It's easy to check!"

Mu Zhihuan rubbed her sore waist and took out some silver.

"Take this silver and arrange for a shop. If you don't have enough, send someone to get it from me."

Wu Miao, on the other hand, was in charge of the house. When he saw Mu Zhihuan receive so much silver, he quickly explained:

"The factories are just some broken houses in this village. They don't need that much money, you can make your own utensils, not this much."

"Then I'll get someone to repair those houses tomorrow. You don't need to save so much money. I'm a consort, so I still have this little bit of silver."

He knew Wu Miao was a family member, but wasn't this a bit too sparing?

"Alright, don't argue with me. This factory's building is related to the safety of the workers. It must be firmly built."

Mu Zhihuan appeared generous on the surface, but her heart was already bleeding from the pain.

For the sake of this shop, she had taken out all the trump cards from her previous self.

If this makeup shop didn't work, then she would be a real pauper.

After chatting with Wu Miao about the next new product, Mu Zhihuan said goodbye to Wu Miao under the setting sun.

Seated on the carriage, Mu Zhihuan stared at the golden color that covered the ground and took a deep breath.

He couldn't help but sigh that in this era where there was no industrial pollution, the air was filled with fragrance.

Wait a minute! Fragrance?

Mu Zhihuan's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to cover her nose, but it was already too late.

His vision turned dark and he fainted.

When she woke up again, she felt dizzy and powerless.

"Yo, you're awake?"

A black figure stood in front of her. Mu Zhihuan narrowed her eyes and finally saw that the person standing in front of her was a man dressed in black.

"Who are you?"

Mu Zhihuan swallowed her saliva and moistened her parched throat. Only then did she ask in a hoarse voice:

"Where is this place?" Why did you tie me up? "

That person unhappily clicked his tongue, "There are so many questions. This is my house. I kidnapped you because someone is unhappy with you. Give me the money to help me get rid of this calamity."

Mu Zhihuan could even use her toes to guess who had allowed this man to tie her up. Who else in this world would be unhappy with her other than Yang Qiuyu?

No wonder she had taken the initiative to help him out, she was waiting for him here?

"I will double the amount of silver she gave you."

The black clothed man's eyes lit up, "Hey, hey, you really know the rules."

"However, we have to be trustworthy in this business."

After saying that, she stuffed her mouth shut for Mu Zhihuan.

Mu Zhihuan was so angry that her face turned green. However, she could not open her mouth to curse. She could only hold in her anger.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, the man in black suddenly opened the door, untied Mu Zhihuan's rope and carried her on his shoulder.

"The goods are here. Take a look."

Then, Mu Zhihuan was thrown onto the wooden floor. Immediately, a contemptuous female voice could be heard.

"Tsk, a second-hand item like that, and you still want to pay me fifty silver taels? Aren't you being too unlucky?"

The man in black replied impatiently, "Only those who have given birth to a son can be raised easily. Anyway, you just want to borrow a stomach."

The woman chattered for a long time before she said fiercely, "If I can't give birth to a son, let's see if this old lady won't flay this little girl's skin."

Mu Zhihuan was carried off the carriage by a few people as she swayed back and forth. From the corner of her eyes, she saw an extravagantly extravagant courtyard.

Looking at the decorations of the houses, it was fortunate that they were located within the capital.

Having been heavily thrown onto the ground, Mu Zhihuan did not even have the time to cry out in pain before she was sent flying back with a slap, causing her to cry out in pain.

"What are you shouting for!?" Just stay put for me! " The woman's voice was harsh:

"I don't care whose wife you were before, but now, you're in my hands. If you listen to me obediently, I will make you suffer less."

You've already fought, what are you still talking about!

Mu Zhihuan could only feel a burning pain on her face. She rested for a long time before she raised her head and saw the woman's face clearly.

That fat body and that swollen face that was so big that his facial features could barely be seen made people's stomachs churn uncontrollably.

"What are you looking at!" The woman's face was full of malice as she viciously glared at Mu Zhihuan.

"Stay put!" When you give birth to our master's son, I will let you go. "

With that, the woman spat and turned to leave this cold and dark place.

When the woman left, the only light source was revealed. Only then did Mu Zhihuan realize that she was actually in a stone room.

He felt a chill in his heart. It's over. It wouldn't really end up here, would it?

Enduring the pain on her body, Mu Zhihuan crawled up from the icy cold ground and started to look around the stone room.

However, in the entire room, besides the rocks, there was a small wooden bed, a wooden stool and a metal door that was not easy to mess with.

Mu Zhihuan frowned. From what that fat woman had said just now, he wanted her to give birth to her master's son?

Looking at the airless walls, Mu Zhihuan's heart was filled with despair.

Because Mu Zhihuan hadn't come back for an entire night, the Lan Ting Xuan Royal Residence had already been thrown into chaos.

Seventh Madame was so anxious that she didn't sleep well the whole night. Early in the morning, she came to the entrance of the main hall and knelt down.

He was just waiting for Jiang Zhisu to come out and tell him that Mu Zhihuan had disappeared.

However, even though it was dawn, and the sky was still bright, Seventh Madame still didn't see Jiang Zisu.

Just as she was about to get up and ask someone inside, a haughty voice suddenly rang out.

"Yo!" Wasn't this Mu Zhihuan's dog? If he's not staying at your place, why would he come to my main courtyard? "

Seventh Madame quickly knelt down to pay her respects. "Is Madame here to see the Prince?"

Yang Qiuyu chuckled, as if she had heard a great joke.

"Your highness was sleeping in my yard yesterday, what about it?" What business do you have with the Prince? "

"Royal Concubine didn't return last night. Your servant is a bit worried …" "So I would like to invite you to …" The more she said it, the more Seventh Madame felt a pair of venomous eyes stare at her. "Send someone …" "Send someone to investigate …"

Yang Qiuyu snorted coldly and smiled contemptuously. "What a joke. The prince forbade the wangfei from leaving yesterday. How could your wangfei leave?"

Taking a step forward, he coldly looked at Seventh Madame with disdain, "Could it be that Big Sister sneaked out of the house to have a private meeting with some wild man?"

"I wouldn't dare! Madam, you can't speak carelessly like that. "

Hearing Yang Qiuyu shaming Mu Zhihuan, Seventh Madame was shocked and kowtowed several times.

"Heh, since that's the case, you can just wait. Perhaps elder sister just has some matters to take care of. Once she's done, she'll come back."

Yang Qiuyu said that coldly, then turned around and closed the door with Xiao Cui.

Seventh Madame was both angry and worried.

In the past, Mu Zhihuan did not dare to say anything about this, but ever since Mu Zhihuan lost her memories, she had told Seventh Madame how much she doted on Jiang Qinggran.

It was impossible for her to suddenly disappear without Jiang Qing Ran. Mu Zhihuan must have met with some trouble.

However, Seventh Madame couldn't find anyone to help her. She was too anxious and helpless.

"Seventh Madame, why hasn't my mother returned yet?"

The little lump put down the half-eaten sugar figurine. Without his mother, he felt that the sugar figurine was no longer sweet.