Qing Yan needs to calm down. Transmigrating is one thing, but becoming an infant? Is this a joke? When she was three years old, she met a jade-carved little boy. Qing Yan's eyes immediately lit...
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On the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, Qingyan, wrapped up like a small rice dumpling, followed Yin in a carriage and left the Yuanmingyuan. Today, Qingyan needed to check on the operation of his shops in the capital.
Qingyan would occasionally send his bodyguards disguised as difficult customers to cause trouble at Linglong Pavilion and Yuelai Inn. As a result, the innkeepers and staff were aware of this and were extra careful on duty every day. They were especially cautious when dealing with those difficult customers, fearing that these people were sent by Qingyan.
Since Qingyan went to the military ports of Guangdong and Guangxi, the managers have relaxed a bit, thinking that Qingyan probably won't send anyone.
Taking advantage of the shopkeepers' psychology, Qingyan directly dispatched two people over. Of course, this time it wasn't to cause trouble, but rather to take a stroll, reveal their identities, and offer suggestions for improvement to the shopkeepers and staff.
Upon arriving at the entrance, Qingyan did not rush to get out of the carriage. Instead, she had the carriage stop in front of the shop and carefully observed the shop's business.
As the Lunar New Year approaches, business has gradually declined, and only the first-floor special offer area is still crowded with people.
"Little darling, there are so many people in the shop, are you still going in?" Yin looked at the situation in the shop and was worried about safety.
"Go in, we're customers!" Qingyan wasn't going to miss any opportunity to train people, and was going to see how much the shop's servants had changed after a few months of peace.
Yin sighed and followed Qingyan's idea.
The two sat in the carriage in silence for half an hour. Qingyan felt that it should be enough. The shops were still bustling with people. The local people had spare money for the New Year and were buying silk flowers for their wives and daughters.
"Master!" The shopkeeper saw Qingyan walk in and quickly came forward to pay his respects. She waved her hand.
The manager gave a few instructions to the assistant manager beside him, then bowed and led Qingyan into the private room.
After the two sat down, Su Peisheng stood respectfully behind them, and the shopkeeper began to report on the events of the past few months, including some reports of returned goods.
"How many residences are on the list of those returning goods?" Qingyan asked.
The shopkeeper presented two lists with both hands, each containing two pages of names in detail.
Yin glanced at the two lists briefly. The names on the lists were mostly ministers from the Hesheli, Guarjia, and Dong'e factions. However, the Jue Luo clan at the very top of the list made Qingyan smile bitterly.
Her mother stopped interfering, but those people didn't let her go.
"Stop all discounts for the Jue Luo clan. According to the shop's rules, if they breach the contract once, these mansions won't be able to take any more orders during the holidays next year!" Qingyan wasn't worried that Linglong Pavilion's business would decline; the shop didn't have time to refuse business.
"Yes!" The shopkeeper was overjoyed to hear Qingyan's order. The customers on the list had ordered the smallest amount, and every time they came, they asked for a discount. "The Jueluo clan said that they have a share in the shop, and even if they don't pay, they still want to take the goods."
Qingyan's almond-shaped eyes widened. What did Linglong Pavilion have to do with them?
"Outrageous! Destroy everything the Jue Luo family ordered!" Qingyan was determined to cause trouble. If those people were too unreasonable, she wouldn't hesitate to be ruthless.
"No need, let them double their pay!" Yin stopped them. "That woman has become the Eighth Prince's wife, and the Jue Luo clan will probably invest in her."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a quarrel broke out below. The innkeeper looked out the window of the private room on the second floor and saw that the Jue Luo clan had come to cause trouble again.
"Master, they are from the Jue Luo clan. They have no money and are definitely here to cause trouble!" Qingyan has been away from the capital for a while, and the manager has been working very hard to keep things running smoothly.
With his master back home, the shopkeeper straightened his back and no longer cared about anything else.
"Causing trouble?!" Qingyan was stunned. "Let them come up here!"
Qingyan is going to handle this personally. If he hadn't come out, he wouldn't have known that the Jue Luo clan members were already acting arrogantly outside.
As expected, Yin was right. The Jue Luo clan had become somewhat complacent, while Qing Yan had firmly established herself in the royal family. If a noblewoman from the Jue Luo clan could rival Qing Yan, even if she became the second wife, she would still bring considerable benefits to the family.
Now, the two heads of the Jue Luo clan hope that Qingyan can teach them some lessons. Yin is the prince with a bad temper, while the Eighth Prince is mild-tempered and gentle. He has been going to the Jue Luo clan's residence for several days in a row. His well-dressed appearance has won people's hearts. They have forgotten about the domestic violence that Guo Luo Luo clan suffered.
Everyone in the Jue Luo clan's household, from top to bottom, believed that the Guo Luo Luo clan was at fault, which is why Yin Si reacted in this way.
The manager went downstairs to invite people. The head steward of the Jue Luo family felt that he was very arrogant in front of the manager. After pushing open the door to the private room, Qing Yan stared blankly at the head steward of the Jue Luo family.
Although Qingyan hadn't seen the chief steward for several years, she still couldn't muster even the slightest bit of goodwill towards him.
Back then, he would often go to the new house to find Fei Yanggu and his two sons, arrogantly saying what help the two masters of the Jue Luo family needed. If they didn't help, it would be obvious that Fei Yanggu, as their son-in-law, was in the wrong.
"He has no manners at all! Even when Yinsi sees the Prince and the Princess, he has to pay his respects!" Yin sneered.
The steward was startled; he hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home and had unexpectedly run into such a menacing figure.
After bowing, the butler remained kneeling on the ground, too afraid to rise.
"Fourth Master, Fourth Princess, this servant was blind and did not see that it was you two." The shopkeeper noticed that the jewelry on the table was the one ordered by Lady Jue Luo. When he went out today, his wife did not give him a single tael of silver.
Qingyan took a sip of the honey water from her teacup and wrinkled her little face.
"You've come to collect your things, and you've already paid with the silver notes?" Qingyan said, slamming down her teacup.
The butler quickly shook his head: "Madam said that this is my aunt's property. Since someone in her family has been able to enter the royal family, my aunt's family should do their best to help."
Upon hearing this, Qingyan's eyes were filled with anger. The Jueluo family had really latched onto them, yet they still cared about such a small amount of money.
"Who gave you this promise?!" Qingyan knew that the Jue Luo clan would not have agreed to it; it must have been the Jue Luo clan's wife who made it.
"It was Madam who said it. Second Madam even tried to persuade her, but Madam said that the young lady has quite a few good things. Giving half of them to the princess as part of her dowry would already be quite a lot." The steward was definitely a bully who preyed on the weak. When faced with Qingyan's tough attitude, he quickly flattered and betrayed his master.
Yin and Qingyan frowned slightly. They hated people like this the most, who even thought it was only natural to betray their master.
"Are you planning to take all these jewelry pieces back today?!" Qingyan questioned, ignoring the steward's expression.