"Sister, you are very capable. You can solve all the problems your husband encounters, and you won't let He Yunze be so overwhelmed in the court."

"...Speaking of my uncle's promotion today, I should thank He Yunce for his rudeness in front of the emperor, which gave him the opportunity!"

Upon hearing this, He Yunze's chest heaved with anger; he was utterly unable to contain himself: "...You!"

But before he could finish speaking, Song Ruoan stopped him.

Song Xizhi's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing all of Song Ruoan's anger.

Her hands, hanging limply at her sides, trembled. Then she pitifully raised her head, her slightly red eyes brimming with tears: "Sister, let's not be angry anymore, okay?"

"...I know you're angry with me. I can apologize to you, and let's let bygones be bygones, okay?"

Her nose was slightly red, and she looked very sensible. Her words also revealed endless grievances: "My husband's future is the future of the Marquis's mansion. If you continue to act out of spite, it will only be detrimental to the mansion. You should hand over Penglai Wonderland to Prince Xiu and then explain things to him."

“I won’t take credit for your work. Prince Xiu knows that you are the owner behind Pinxianglou, and he will treat you differently. This will benefit the entire business of Pinxianglou.”

He Yunze was stunned for a moment when he heard Song Ruoan's humble words.

Song Xizhi lifted his eyelids to look at her, his eyebrows and eyes smiling, his eyes playful: "Are you asking me for something? But you don't have the attitude of asking someone for something."

Song Ruoan took a deep breath: "If I beg you, can you bring out the Penglai Wonderland? If that's the case, I'll even kneel down for you."

Song Xizhi nodded, sitting motionless: "We'll see how you perform."

Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan gritted her teeth and tried to kneel down before Song Xi.

But before Song Ruoan's knees even touched the ground, He Yunce could no longer bear to watch.

He grabbed Song Ruoan's hand with great courage, pulled her close to his chest, and said coldly, "You want Ruoan to kneel? No way!"

"If Ruo'an has skills, she can make incense herself. She can even study the Penglai Wonderland. She has sacrificed too much for the entire Marquis's mansion, but you are taking advantage of her kindness!"

As He Yunze spoke, his eyes were filled with a deep meaning, as if he had thought of something: "Song Xizhi, for the sake of our past relationship, don't blame me for not warning you. Be careful not to ruin your reputation and be despised by the world for being so arrogant with plagiarized things!"

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi met his gaze without any politeness: "Fine, then I'll wait for the day you ruin my reputation."

He Yunze laughed: "Yuan Fang is with me. I will let everyone know your true colors. You will fall from heaven to hell, and you will kneel down in front of me and beg for my life."

Song Ruoan wanted to say something more, but He Yunze was so angry that he dragged her out without saying a word.

Song Ruoan stared at He Yunce in disbelief, trying to break free from his grasp: "What are you doing? She just said that as long as I beg her, she can give you incense!"

"So you can go and report back to Prince Xiu! We've waited so many days, why did you drag me away!"

Seeing that Song Ruoan was willing to go to such lengths for her future, He Yunze felt both sweet and heartbroken. He firmly shook his head: "I have principles, Ruoan. I can see that you have been wronged!"

“It’s not like we don’t know how to make things, Ruo’an. I know you’re naive, kind, and gentle, and you want to ease the tension between us, so you’re putting up with this! But we can’t be accomplices to evil!”

Song Ruoan pursed her lips and looked up at him:

"But I really don't have the recipe for Penglai Wonderland... I do know how to make incense, but my sister only plagiarized other recipes. That signature product might have been made by someone she hired..."

He Yunze then continued, "No, as long as you have the original recipe, as long as you can prove that her other recipes are plagiarized and ruin her reputation, then the treasure of Pinxianglou will no longer matter."

"Who would want something despised by everyone? Isn't Song Xizhi arrogant? Isn't he cocky? I'll let everyone know the truth, let them know that the truth is with us, and that's absolutely true and can't be denied!"

"Besides, you've been learning incense from Madam Su for so long. If you carefully research it, you should be able to create the same one, right?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan's expression shifted slightly, showing a hint of interest: "Then, my husband, what do you intend to do?"

He Yunze closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a dazzling light:

"Actually, the glory of Pinxianglou is all your own doing. You have the original recipe, so you can open an identical shop."

"When the time comes, you will develop a new formula that will become the store's prized possession. Then, the people who have been so eager to see Prince Xiu and Prince Ning will be us!"

Yes, since the original recipe is in her hands, as long as it is proven that Song Xizhi is of low character and plagiarized her recipe, then who would still buy her incense?

Everyone present was from a prominent family and was a person of great influence.

After Song Xizhi's true colors were exposed, Prince Xiu would no longer be obsessed with offering the Penglai Wonderland to His Majesty, and would instead treat He Yunce with a gentle and pleasant demeanor.

The shop, overflowing with profits and raking in money daily, became the object of desire for all literati, scholars, and celebrities in the capital...

Song Ruoan simply couldn't imagine how wonderful all of this could be.

So she nodded hastily: "Okay, husband, I'll listen to you. We can't help the wicked anymore. We need to let my sister know that what she's doing is wrong!"

As for her... we'll ask someone from an incense shop, someone they know well, to teach her how to make incense. She can then make it according to the recipe's measurements, and there won't be any problems.

The last time the miracle doctor Qihuang got her all worked up, Song Xizhi was so proud of herself, she's determined not to let her get away with it this time.

Seeing that the kind-hearted Song Ruoan had finally relented and agreed to let him open a shop to expose Song Xizhi's true colors, He Yunze kept his thoughts to himself.

Once this matter is resolved, everything will return to the right track of the previous life.

The two left the incense shop hand in hand. Although they didn't get any incense, they both looked refreshed and invigorated.

But before He Yunce could be happy for long, he ran into Prince Xiu's carriage at the door.

The king's carriage was very discreet; if you only looked at it from the outside, you wouldn't be able to tell that the person inside was the king.

It wasn't until Prince Xiu lifted the curtain and saw He Yunze's beaming face that he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked him in a low voice, "So happy? Did you get the goods?"