Based on the events of the previous life, the owner behind this Fragrant Pavilion must have made a fortune because of this poetry gathering.

The owner of this shop must be not only wealthy, insightful, aesthetically pleasing, and well-read, but also have extensive connections to persuade the students of the Huaijia School to hold a poetry gathering here.

And if one could cooperate with such a person...

He Yunce had a bolder idea in mind.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that the shop had just opened and the poetry gathering had not yet made a name for itself, so he could make a deal with the owner behind it, using his memories from his previous life to take over the entire street and jointly open all sorts of shops.

He made up his mind and was about to go inside when he bumped into Song Xizhi at the door.

She was dressed in a light blue dress today, looking gentle and charming, and was walking into the shop with Madam Xin.

Seeing that Song Xizhi, who had no redeeming qualities, had come to the incongruous Pinxiang Pavilion and was wondering what kind of trouble she was trying to cause, He Yunze was furious.

He took a step forward and blocked Song Xizhi's path, saying, "Why do you always want to show your face and embarrass yourself?"

Song Xizhi raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Who can be more shameless than you?"

He Yunze sneered: "Me, making a fool of myself? Can you even understand poetry? Can you compose it? Can you appreciate incense? Did anyone invite you to this Incense Appreciation Pavilion? Do you know that this Incense Appreciation Pavilion is incredibly valuable, frequented only by literary figures and celebrities from the capital?"

"You're a married woman, illiterate and ignorant of incense, what are you doing getting involved in this commotion?"

He Yunze felt ashamed and spoke with great impatience.

As soon as he finished speaking, Madam Xin looked at him with a very strange expression.