Hearing He Yunce's hopeful words, Song Ruoan was actually unsure herself, so she simply pursed her lips and remained silent.

However, He Yunze spoke to Song Ruoan with great interest:

"Since Prince Xiu has made such a request, I absolutely must meet with the owner of Pinxianglou. However, now that I have your connection, I'm sure the owner will be more accommodating and will treat you better."

Song Ruoan looked at him with suspicion: "Is the owner behind Pinxianglou very powerful? Why does Prince Xiu insist on meeting him?"

Speaking of this, He Yunze's eyes lit up: "You have no idea how amazing your fellow disciples are. They spotted a business opportunity and have a knack for business!"

When He Yunze talked about this, his voice contained a hint of admiration and a touch of annoyance: "That boss opened a shop in the most important location, and with the Huaijia School of thought as his connections, it will become the most popular restaurant."

"The whole street will be booming in the future, and the boss will definitely become a rising star with immense wealth!"

He slapped his thigh in regret, but he had already made up his mind: "I was originally thinking about how to talk to the owner behind Pinxianglou about cooperation. If you have this connection, everything will be much easier to discuss!"

When Song Ruoan heard He Yunce praising the owner behind the scenes so highly, her eyes lit up immediately: "Is such a small incense shop really that profitable?"

He Yunze nodded: "It's not just about making money! The important thing is the connections! The people of the Huaijia School, all the scholars in the world! And His Highness Prince Ning, who also loves fragrance!"

"As long as you befriend that boss and get him to explain the matter, His Highness Prince Xiu won't be angry anymore. He might even give the Penglai Wonderland to Prince Xiu out of respect for you."

Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan was completely moved.

She was also quite annoyed. She hadn't thought of opening a brothel. She was currently strapped for cash and short of money, but she still wanted to win over the wives of officials in the capital to get some money.

How much silver can you earn from this?

It certainly can't compare to Pinxianglou, which eventually developed into a street where the entire business was profitable.

So Song Ruoan nodded and said, "I have so many prescriptions, and one of them is the same, which just shows our fate. When the time comes, I will use our relationship as fellow disciples to give all the prescriptions I have to that boss. Getting a 5% cut would be good."

Song Ruoan was so happy just thinking about owning an entire street and receiving a 5% share of the profits.

Having settled the matter, the two had no further disagreements and hurriedly boarded the carriage, intending to leave the mansion.

When Song Ruoan got off the carriage, she looked up and saw the tall and magnificent Pinxiang Tower.

As the sun sets and the sky gradually darkens, a brilliant sunset hangs over the roof of Pinxianglou, accompanied by wisps of white smoke, creating a breathtaking scene.

The poetry gathering inside wasn't over yet; wisps of fragrance wafted out, and people came and went in a constant stream.

The atmosphere inside was electric, with literati and scholars practically crowding the entire building.

Looking at the prosperous scene of Pinxianglou, Song Ruoan's heart pounded, and the slight unpleasantness in her heart just now vanished in an instant.

He Yunze looked up at the magnificent building and felt a surge of admiration and wonder. He thought that the boss behind it was really shrewd, managing to build a building so quickly.

He reached out and grabbed Song Ruoan's wrist, then led her inside: "I'll show you the world today."

Following his memory from the morning, He Yunze led Song Ruoan through the crowd and then went to a private room on the second floor.

The private room was now packed with people. Some were enjoying the aroma, while others were eating. The food served by the waiter was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

He Yunze and Song Ruoan walked around, stopping frequently and looking around, their bright eyes filled with envy and admiration.

The waiters at Pinxianglou caught them in this state, and seeing their furtive behavior, they took them away without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but all the private rooms in Xianglou are currently full. Even if you make a reservation, the waiting list is for several days from now. If you don't have a reservation, you should leave now."

Seeing the waiter respectfully asking him to leave, He Yunze grabbed Song Ruoan's hand and refused to go.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I came here today to visit the owner of this incense shop, not to have a meal. Since you are here, could you take us to see the owner?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter still wore a polite smile: "The boss is too busy to meet anyone. I already told you this before, please forgive me."

He Yunze didn't want to miss this opportunity. If he couldn't see the owner of Pinxianglou now, Prince Xiu would probably come to settle accounts with him tomorrow.

“I’m different. I have something important to discuss with you. You should inform them first.”

Upon hearing He Yunze's words, the waiter immediately became angry: "What do you mean you have important business? Don't others have important business too?"

"The boss is overwhelmed and can't see anyone. Even His Highness is understanding, but you just won't let it go. If everyone were like you, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

He Yunze listened to the servant's words in disbelief. He was, after all, a sixth-rank official, and this was the first time in his two lives that a servant had pointed his finger at him and cursed him.

But the people around him were coming and going, and their expressions clearly showed that they were on the servant's side, which made him grit his teeth in anger.

Before he could speak, Song Ruoan grabbed his hand and smiled as she spoke to the servant, "You've misunderstood. We're not being unreasonable. It's just that I'm the boss's junior sister, from the same sect, and I'd like to pay my respects to my senior brother... or senior sister?"

The servant looked at her strangely: "Senior brother or senior sister? You don't even know if our boss is male or female, yet you come here to claim kinship?"

The more the servant spoke, the more he felt that these two people were not good people. After all, if they were from a wealthy and powerful family, their words would not be full of loopholes: "You're not here to freeload, are you?"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it drew stares and whispers from everyone present. Song Ruoan and He Yunze felt a burning pain in their faces and wished they could disappear into the ground.

Just then, the manager of Pinxianglou, seeing the commotion, squeezed through the crowd and asked, "What happened here?"

When He Yunze saw the shopkeeper's face, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a savior: "Shopkeeper, you've come at the perfect time. My wife is your boss's junior sister, and now is the perfect time to pay her a visit."

"Please inform them that we are coming to pay a visit with the utmost sincerity!"