Zhao Han didn't say much. He knew Zhao Qingyan was rich, but what he was really thinking was...

"Since our daughter likes these so much, why don't we find a mine and buy it for her? She can make as many jewelry bracelets as she wants."

Zhao Qingyan rarely wears jewelry, at most a gold bracelet on her wrist. She is mainly afraid of wearing jade, because if she accidentally breaks it, she will be heartbroken.

However, today, because I liked it, I bought it and put it on my wrist.

She raised her hand to show off to Zhao Han, "Isn't it pretty?"

Zhao Han was naturally a mindless sycophant; if his daughter said something was beautiful, then it couldn't be ugly.

The waiter and the shopkeeper, however, were no longer calm.

Is this a young master or a young lady?

Looking closely, it seems there are ear holes; so a young lady can be so dashing and extraordinary.

Now that we've seen the second floor, we have to go up to the third floor.

Upon reaching the third floor, Zhao Qingyan saw the so-called unique and custom-made items.

Indeed, the craftsmanship is extraordinary, with cloisonné and openwork carving techniques, each one of which is extremely exquisite.

In particular, there was a phoenix crown, which was said to be a dowry custom-made by a high-ranking official for his eldest daughter.

Zhao Qingyan looked him up and down for a long time. The shopkeeper thought she liked it, but Zhao Qingyan asked instead.

"How much does that thing weigh? I think it's at least 10 pounds of clothing. How can you even lift your head while wearing it?"

Zhao Han almost burst out laughing; his daughter just didn't play by the rules.

Having admired the scenery enough, Zhao Qingyan's gaze naturally shifted to other places.

No wonder they say all the jewelry on this floor is unique; there are emeralds the size of pigeon eggs, blue diamonds, yellow diamonds, pink diamonds, rubies, and more.

Both in color and size, they are top-quality.

Although she wasn't an expert, Zhao Han knew.

You can also comment on the craftsmanship and materials of each item.

As Zhao Qingyan listened, she made her selections, eventually choosing three sets of headdresses and some individual jewelry pieces, spending tens of thousands of taels of silver on them.

As soon as the father and daughter left the jewelry store, Zhao Qingyan felt sorry for them, saying, "Dad, it's too expensive, such a waste of money."

Zhao Han gently stroked Zhao Qingyan's ponytail.

"Alright, isn't money meant to be spent? If this were in later generations, even if you had enough money, you might not be able to buy so many good things."

These are all things that can be passed down through generations. Why worry about the cost? Just consider it saving up for your daughter's dowry and your son's betrothal gifts.

Zhao Qingyan still felt heartbroken, but when she first bought it, she was really excited. She wanted everything that looked good, and she felt comfortable even without wearing it.

The father and daughter were quickly regarded as the most important guests by all the businesses they visited.

Of all the shops, the pickling shop was probably the only one where Zhao Qingyan didn't spend much money.

After all, looking at those things made of unknown materials, Zhao Qingyan didn't dare to touch them.

The cosmetics and makeup I have in my space are enough for several lifetimes; there's really no need to risk buying these things.

However, Zhao Qingyan did buy some pearl powder. She personally watched the people in the rouge shop grind it.

Aside from being expensive, it has no other problems.

Even so, Zhao Qingyan felt that the powder was too rough and planned to take it to her space to re-polish it.

"Dad, why do I feel like there are a lot of eyes watching me?"

It seems like this has been going on non-stop these past few days. How many people have you offended here? Don't you think someone might be foolish enough to rob you or something?

Zhao Qingyan carefully carried the box containing pearl powder, whispering to Zhao Han as they walked.

Zhao Han smiled.

"Don't worry. She's probably just curious. Look at all the young men and women on the street, how many of them are prettier than my daughter?"

They're all just jealous of your beauty.

Zhao Qingyan chuckled.

"Dad, don't be so superficial. Beauty fades with time; it's just a physical appearance."

"Yes. My daughter is right. Interesting souls are the rarest. But nobody has X-ray vision, so we notice appearances first."

"Without good looks, who would be interested in pondering inner beauty?" Zhao Han said seriously.

"Yes, you're right. I feel like those gazes have materialized. Are you sure someone isn't up to no good?"

Zhao Qingyan asked again, feeling very uncomfortable. She really wanted to jump up and beat up the person monitoring her.

"Forget it, people are just for show, especially someone as good-looking as you."

"Don't pay attention to them. Don't worry, no one will dare to mess with you," Zhao Han reassured Zhao Qingyan again.

Zhao Qingyan nodded.

"Alright, then I'll reluctantly... put up with it."

Before Zhao Qingyan could finish speaking, she saw a young girl.

Holding a fan in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, she walked up to Zhao Han and suddenly dropped the handkerchief on the ground.

Zhao Han's foot almost crushed the handkerchief.

He stood there on one leg, like a golden rooster. Zhao Qingyan quickly reached out to support Zhao Han.

"Young master, my handkerchief has fallen. Please help me pick it up."

The girl's eyes, visible through half of the fan, were so shy and bashful.

Zhao Qingyan almost burst out laughing, while Zhao Han seemed deaf and swerved to the side.

He turned to the side towards Zhao Qingyan, thus avoiding the trouble of stepping on the handkerchief.

He patted Zhao Qingyan's head.

"My daughter, isn't she beautiful?" Zhao Han's voice was loud enough for people on both sides of the street to hear clearly.

She gave the girl a very serious introduction, and the girl burst into tears. Zhao Qingyan almost injured herself trying to suppress her laughter.

The father and daughter then swaggered away from the scene at the handkerchief shop.

The people in the shops on the second floor across the street saw this and laughed their heads off.

"Oh my, isn't that the granddaughter of the Grand Tutor?"

What was her name again? Mu Wan'er, right? She's usually so arrogant, yet she likes this kind of thing.

What did that man just say? That the strangely dressed woman over there is his daughter, which means that man is at least 30 years old.

Mu Wan'er actually likes older men? My goodness, this is truly a disgrace to the Grand Tutor's mansion!

The speaker was Qiu Fengqin, the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family, who had always been at odds with Mu Wan'er.

Sitting opposite her was the current Third Princess, Chaohua.

She did see Zhao Han's face clearly.

"I must say, Mu Wan'er has good taste; that man's appearance is indeed top-notch."

I don't know how they maintain their youthful appearance; they look so young. I wonder which brand they use?

Qiu Fengqin was quite surprised by Chaohua's reaction. This person rarely praised others, so the one who had just walked by must be quite good-looking.

"Really? Is she really that good-looking?"

"Should we ask around? Maybe he has other sons or something, who are probably quite good-looking too."

Chaohua picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea.

"You little rascal, you just like good-looking people. Daughters resemble their fathers, and sons resemble their mothers."

If that man marries an ugly woman, then his sons might not be so good-looking either.