Zhao Qingyan was getting annoyed. Why didn't she have Yunyou tell her fortune before she left home?

"Get out of my way, I don't know you."

Tu Haoyu reached out and grabbed the guard's arm, trying to catch his breath.

“Miss, I have been unable to forget you ever since I first met you at the White Horse Temple.”

"I wish to become friends with you, young lady. Please tell me your name and address so I can visit you another day."

Before Zhao Qingyan could speak, Madam Huang had already stepped out of the carriage with her head down.

"You think you can just befriend my granddaughter like that?"

Do you know that you intercepted a respectable woman in the street and are concerned about my granddaughter's reputation? You have ruined her reputation first, and you still want to befriend her?

Did a donkey kick your head?

This is because my family is so open-minded; otherwise, if we went back today, they would have drowned my granddaughter, whom I raised with such difficulty.

Do you realize you are killing someone?

Making friends? What kind of friendship are you talking about? You're making enemies.

Not only would my granddaughter not agree to associate with someone as reckless as you, but even I, an old woman, would not agree.

I advise you, young master, to step aside, or don't blame this old woman for being impolite.

When had Tu Haoyu ever been treated like this? Being rejected by a pretty girl only made him feel proud of his personality.

But to be rejected by an old woman with a face full of wrinkles would be considered ungrateful.

"Where did this ugly freak come from? I'm talking to a pretty girl, what's it to you?"

Tu Haoyu habitually started cursing, only realizing after he finished that it was a beautiful woman's breasts.

Huang's face fell, and Zhao Qingyan, who had been holding back her whip, lashed out at Tu Haoyu's body.

The guards quickly tried to stop her, but Zhao Qingyan's strength was far beyond what a mere mortal could withstand.

The guard's hand was torn and pushed back, but the whip continued to lash at the spoiled brat.

"Ah..." A scream echoed through the sky.

The people on the street seemed frozen in time. The sheer devastation of the sounds was unimaginable.

After drawing the money, Zhao Qingyan took out ten taels of silver from her bag and threw it at Tu Haoyu.

"I'm slapping you to teach you a lesson. It's about respecting the elderly and caring for the young. It's not about having a mouth and using your status to spew nonsense everywhere."

"Take this silver to treat your guard's injuries. Following a master with such a lack of judgment has really brought them bad luck."

The guard, having been injured and realizing the extent of the other party's power, dared not continue to obstruct them and quickly pulled his young master, who was busy crying out in pain, aside.

He was terrified that if he wasn't careful, his young master might be crippled, and then he would have a hard time explaining himself.

Tu Haoyu was in excruciating pain and was extremely angry.

"You little brat, you dare hit me? I'll find you! Just you wait!"

The guard endured the pain and closed his eyes briefly. What that girl said was absolutely right; following a master like that was truly unlucky.

They've already been injured, yet they still dare to make threats. Aren't they afraid the other party will retaliate and beat them up again?

Zhao Qingyan took Tu Haoyu's words to heart, then turned to look at Huang Shi.

"Grandma, I think we should go to Wangyue Tower."

Huang sighed, "Let's go, but I don't know if Master Han will ask for an exorbitant price."

Zhao Qingyan said, "Even if he's a lion, I have ways to shut him up. I believe Mr. Han isn't that kind of person."

If I really can't stop it, then I'll go to the capital. Isn't it just because my father holds a high position and wields power?

Zhao Qingyan spoke so casually, but Huang Shi sensed a chill in her voice.

Far away in the capital, Tu Gu, who was working, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Which bastard is trying to harm me this time? Could it be one of those corrupt officials in the Ministry of Rites?"

Well, the officials of the Ministry of Rites were unjustly blamed and impeached at the morning court session the next day.

Upon arriving at Wangyue Tower, he recounted Tu Haoyu's story to Han Santong.

"That's how the whole process went. As you know, we're a small family with no connections."

If that Vice Minister of Revenue were to target my family, we would truly have no way to defend ourselves.

The old woman was speaking of "if," and if one day the Zhao family is targeted, she would ask Manager Han to plead with your master and help them negotiate.

"The only person this old woman can think of who can help my family is Manager Han."

As she spoke, Huang took out a handkerchief, covered her eyes, and touched them. Her eyes immediately turned red.

Han Santong thought to himself, "If there wasn't a little ginger water on your handkerchief, I would have actually believed your nonsense."

"Madam, please don't worry. I will definitely convey the message to my master. As you know, we are merchants, and I believe my master will do his best."

As for whether the matter can be resolved successfully, that depends entirely on luck…

Before Han Sanhua could finish speaking, Zhao Qingyan took out several bars of soap from her bag—white, pink, purple, and transparent—and lined them up in a row.

"Manager Han, do we still need to rely on luck?" Zhao Qingyan asked.

Shopkeeper Han looked at the row of beautiful things in front of him, wondering what they were.

"Manager Han told someone to bring a basin of water and a dirty cloth."

Zhao Qingyan said.

After the basin and cloth were brought, Zhao Qingyan gestured for Manager Han to wash his hands and lather them with soap.

Shopkeeper Han was very curious and followed the steps Zhao Qingyan had described.

Wet your hands, apply soap, and rub to create lather. The more you rub, the more lather you get, and it smells wonderful.

Despite his age, he seemed addicted to playing with bubbles, so Zhao Qingyan quickly told him to stop and wash the foam off.

"Manager Han, do your hands look much cleaner now?"

Manager Han carefully examined his hands and found them indeed clean. Because he spent his days keeping accounts and making records, his hands inevitably accumulated some ink.

It's always such a struggle to wash it. But this time it came off so easily, it's amazing.

Although he didn't say anything, the shock in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

"This is called soap. It can be used for bathing and washing your face, and naturally it can also be used to wash clothes."

Using soap to wash clothes is a bit of a luxury.

You can use the long yellow bar on the side to wash your clothes; that's called soap, and it's specifically for washing clothes.

"Manager Han, you can wash the dirty cloth with soap and then check how clean it is."

Han Santong did as instructed, "This is too clean, Third Miss, how can we cooperate like this?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled faintly, "Does what my grandmother just said still depend on luck?"

Han Santong quickly changed his tune.

"Look at me, I'm getting senile, I don't think before I speak."

The affairs of the Third Sister are my affairs, and they are the affairs of our Wangyue Tower.

Let's talk about the soap first; everything else is minor.

Zhao Qingyan smiled, and Madam Huang smiled too.

"Alright, considering how sincere Manager Han is, let's talk about how to cooperate on this soap."

This requires building a workshop. My Zhao family will provide the technology, factory buildings, and labor. Wangyuelou will be responsible for sourcing raw materials. As for the profits…”