Jiang Shuwan also got up early today.

She didn't run into Song Yi yesterday when she went to Donglai Street, but she's determined to see him today no matter what.

The fact that the Sixth Prince and Pei Yanzhi were handling the commercial tax matters has become common knowledge throughout the city. Once the new commercial tax is implemented, Song Yi will surely discover his involvement.

They need to be appeased, and this matter must not be spread, otherwise the two of them will truly be doomed.

After all, the new tax law has really offended too many powerful and influential people.

She lowered her head, pondering how to persuade Song Yi. Besides appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him, she could also consider giving up some profits.

The newly made floral dew is on its way, and when it arrives, a ten percent share of the profits will be an astronomical sum.

Then Song Yi won't blame her for setting him up, right...?

Thinking about all this, a sudden gust of cold wind blew by, and Jiang Shuwan shivered from the cold.

Looking up, I saw that the leaves on the trees had all turned yellow, and with a gust of cold wind, the leaves fluttered down, scattering a golden carpet on the ground.

Time flies, and it's already the end of November. No wonder it's so cold.

"Miss, it's cold today. Please wait here while I go back and get a warm coat."

Qingxing ran back after saying that, and Jiang Shuwan nodded.

She had already walked into the garden, which had a unique charm in the autumn. She strolled around and soon saw Pei Yanzhi.

The young man stood under a poplar tree, dressed in a sky-blue official robe. A jade belt cinched his slender waist, making him appear tall and long-legged. His hair was combed up and tied with a jade crown.

Because of his low rank, his official robes had few decorations, yet Jiang Shuwan still managed to see the aura of someone who wielded absolute power in his previous life—cold, dignified, and sharp.

This is a stark contrast to her previous self-disciplined, gentle, and aloof demeanor.

He also began to show his talent.

No wonder he caught the old emperor's eye and was even allowed to take the imperial examination again next year.

There was nothing like this in the Great Jing Dynasty, or even in the previous dynasties.

Although a successful candidate in the imperial examinations could become an official, once he became an official, he could no longer take the examinations. The old emperor made an exception for him, which shows that he really wanted to give him an important position, and it was worth it for him to have been lying low all this time.

"Your Highness."

Jiang Shuwan curtsied to the powerful minister opposite her and then remained still.

The road leads to the sky.

The person opposite her walked towards her. She was stunned for a moment, and he grabbed her wrist and led her into the rain-viewing pavilion. Only then did she realize that it had started to drizzle from the sky.

One autumn rain brings one chill.

"Xiao Wu, go and get an umbrella and a cloak for the young mistress."

"No need, Qingxing has already gone to get the cloak."

"Then take an umbrella."

Jiang Shuwan opened her mouth, intending to say that Qingxing would also take an umbrella, but Xiao Wu had already run out.

"..."

Only two people remained at the Rain-Viewing Pavilion.

The autumn rain fell like silk threads, like a net covering the ground, and the air was so still that it was hard to breathe.

She glanced at the tall, slender figure beside her, then shifted her foot to the left to create some distance, finally feeling that she could breathe more easily.

Looking at this rain, it's much lighter than the last time.

The last time Pei Yanzhi watched the rain was also at the Rain-Viewing Pavilion, but she was in a different pavilion at the time.

At that time, only Pei Yanzhi and Liu Yunyan were in the Rain-Viewing Pavilion.

Is rain really that beautiful?

She unconsciously reached out her right hand to catch the rain, but before she could even touch the water, someone next to her grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"If you're afraid of the cold, don't play in the water."

"..."

His voice was soft and indifferent, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Looking down at her hand, which was being held by the boy's long, slender fingers, she said coldly, "Let go!"

The other person acted as if they hadn't heard her, holding her wrist tightly.

A flash of anger crossed her eyes. She struggled to get up, but he still held her firmly in his grasp. He was as strong as iron.

That was bad enough, but seeing her futile struggles, he actually looked at her with a captive gaze, as if admiring a tiny ant.

Enraged, Jiang Shuwan stomped on his official boots, stopped struggling with her right hand and let him hold it, while she reached out with her left hand and caught a handful of rainwater.

"..."

The boy stared in astonishment at his dirty boots, then looked at her catching the rain with her left hand and giving him a smug, provocative smile.

The girl's smile was as beautiful as a flower.

His eyes flickered.

People who have been on edge all the time suddenly feel a sense of relief.

The next second, he smiled too.

The handsome young man, who rarely even smiled, suddenly smiled gently, and his usually aloof and refined face became as vivid and dazzling as a star.

Jiang Shuwan was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, Qingxing came running over with an umbrella.

Upon seeing the two people at the Rain-Viewing Pavilion, the little girl slapped herself in the face and tried to sneak away, but Pei Yanzhi stopped her.

"come over."

Qingxing moved over at a snail's pace, and her hand suddenly felt light; the white hooded cloak hanging on her arm had been snatched away and tied to her young mistress.

"It's cold, come home early tonight."

"..."

Qingxing didn't realize what was happening until she had walked quite a distance.

"Miss, the young master is concerned about you."

*******

On the other side, Pei Yanzhi also boarded the carriage. As he flipped through the list of officials and marked it with a brush, he said, "Tell the kitchen to have barley and red date porridge for dinner."

Xiao Wu asked, puzzled, "Doesn't the young master dislike Job's tears?"

Yin Quan scoffed dismissively, "It's supposed to dispel dampness and nourish the stomach, but I'm not going to give it to you."

Donglai Street.

She left a letter yesterday, and when she arrived today, Jiang Shuwan saw Song Yi.

The other person looked at her with a twitching mouth.

Obviously, they were unaware that they had been misled by her.

"Ha ha……"

Jiang Shuwan walked over with a forced laugh, and the two discussed the matter in the office for a while before finally resolving it.

Because Song Yi received a share of the profits from the fragrant dew, Jiang Shuwan entrusted him with the task of putting the dew on the shelves and selling it.

Brother Nai has been working hard lately, so he needs to relax and spend some time with his nanny. The nanny is getting old, and her eyesight has been deteriorating recently.

By the way, the glasses are also made of glass.

Instead of selling glass, why not make a few pairs of glasses to sell first? There are plenty of wealthy old men in the capital, and they all have presbyopia.

Thinking that Jiang Shuwan had written to the North again, she naturally gave them the glassmaking recipe as well. Burning sand wasn't a difficult skill.

However, now is not the time to mass-produce glass products. We need to harvest the leeks one crop at a time and wait until the nobles in the capital lose interest in glass before upgrading our technology.

"Miss, it's noon, let's have lunch."

During lunch, Song Yi also came over for a meal, and Jiang Shuwan discussed with him a lot about setting up a perfume counter and making scented cards.

In the afternoon, she also dealt with a dispute between two jewelry stores over a craftsman.

The craftsmanship of the Great Jing Dynasty was renowned worldwide, with countless skilled artisans. However, due to the millennia-long tradition of valuing literature over industry, these artisans not only had low social status but also lived in considerable poverty.

Merchants have always treated artisans with disrespect and arrogance.

Nowadays, hundreds of luxury shops are located on Donglai Street, selling all kinds of high-end silks, headdresses, jewelry, ornaments and household items. The prices are high, and the competition is fierce.

Why would wealthy people buy your product if it's similar to theirs?