Everyone immediately fell silent. Guo Yaqin raised her eyebrows and smiled, "His Majesty is busy with countless affairs, but the County Princess is quite free, going to see His Majesty again and again. I didn't know His Majesty was so easy to see."

"What the princess says is true. But who knows if we don't try? Maybe His Majesty will like to see me."

After Jiang Shuwan finished speaking, Guo Yaqin immediately fell silent.

Jiang Shuwan had also heard the eldest prince mention that she sent tributes to the old emperor every month.

Who would believe that a monarch would accept bribes?

The key issue is that those who know the truth have to pretend they don't.

Her forced smile was barely holding up, and Guo Yaqin waved her fan so fast it created double images. "In this sweltering heat, the county princess didn't invite us here just for tea, did she? If there's nothing interesting here, this princess consort might as well leave."

As soon as she said she was leaving, everyone else started to cheer.

Jiang Shuwan sat down directly, clapped her hands, and Qingxing brought up a box with several maids.

"What rare thing is it that they're blocking our view?"

Curious, everyone crowded around, and when Qingxing opened the box, they were shocked to find a hexagonal glass vase and three glass flowers inside.

This was the first time Liuli Workshop had made a glass vase, and the technique was not yet fully developed, with a few small air bubbles inside the glass. However, even so, the pure and transparent object still amazed everyone.

If we look at glass vases with the eyes of people today, it's the same as how we look at haute couture gemstone jewelry.

Moreover, this is unique at present.

Instantly, everyone's eyes reddened, and they stopped talking about leaving. They carefully touched the glass vase and the flowers inside, wishing they could press their whole faces against it.

If this were on the display shelf, I wonder how many people would be envious.

We can hold a bottle appreciation event then, so that others can see it for themselves.

This is incredibly rare!

I thought the glass I had seen before was already incredibly beautiful, but I never imagined there could be something so transparent and pure in the world.

Everyone gathered around the table, marveling at the sight; even Guo Yaqin couldn't help but take a good look.

"The county princess is truly an extraordinary person, possessing even such rare items," Guo Yaqin thought to herself with secret resentment.

On the surface, there were no extra movements; they simply sat quietly, drinking tea and eating snacks.

However, it seems that Jiang Shuwan is having a run of bad luck. In just a short time, the streets have become increasingly chaotic, with several more robberies, disturbances, and shop vandalism incidents occurring.

The crackling sounds drew the attention of the ladies, especially the perfume shop on the first floor opposite the window, which was making a huge commotion.

A thug with a fierce face was seen arrogantly embracing a heavily made-up courtesan, swaggering in the center of the shop.

The thug glared menacingly at the shop assistants, then yelled at the top of his lungs, "What kind of lousy perfume do you sell here! Look what happened! My woman was disfigured after using your perfume! You have to pay me back today!"

The courtesan, in sync with the rogue, also began to wail and sob.

She covered her face with her hands, muttering repeatedly, "My face is all rotten, it's all Xianglu's fault! You heartless shop owners, you have to give me an explanation."

As soon as she finished speaking, the thug's henchmen started smashing things, destroying whatever they could get their hands on.

The customers in the store were so frightened by this sudden farce that they scattered and fled.

Upon seeing this, the ladies on the second floor covered their mouths and laughed.

"It's been a long time since I've been to Donglai Street. How did your business get like this, County Princess?"

"In business, harmony brings wealth. If a bottle of perfume ruins a person's face while they're eating, how can we dare to come and buy anything from them in the future?"

"If you ask me, we should just close the shop. What kind of business can a woman run? Showing her face in public will only make her a laughingstock."

Those who said these things all looked gloating, while others were genuinely worried that the fragrance might have problems and feared it would bring them harm.

Jiang Shuwan watched the whole thing with a smile, and even chimed in, "That's right, I was just serving the fragrant dew and someone threw mud at me for no reason. This county princess really has nowhere to complain. Where are the security guards? Why aren't there any security guards?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the ladies saw the elderly security team, which was specially assigned to Donglai Street, rushing over.

Jiang Shuwan's security team consisted of a full hundred people. They usually patrolled the surrounding area or resolved disputes. Today, there was a lot of trouble, and they were overwhelmed with manpower.

They were generally over fifty years old, some even in their sixties or seventies, with gray hair. They looked quite energetic, having served in the military, but some were missing limbs, so even if they rushed over, their speed seemed much slower to others.

Not to mention that the thug's henchmen were all burly and strong.

One side wanted to smash things, while the other prevented them from doing so. The two sides tugged at each other, and the security team was quickly put at a disadvantage.

"Old man! Don't you even know who I am? You dare block my way? You're tired of living!"

The gang leader even kicked a seventy-year-old man to the ground.

The old man, the leader of this security team, is called Lao Zhuangtou. Lao Zhuangtou lost one leg on the battlefield and now walks on one leg.

He was suddenly thrown over, and his face turned red. Old Zhuangtou, concerned about his reputation, hurriedly tried to get up, but his cane was kicked away by the gang leader. He looked quite disheveled as he struggled to his feet on one leg.

However, the more disheveled he became, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the less he could get up. It was as if he was trapped in a vicious cycle. He struggled on the ground for a long time but still couldn't get up.

"Hahaha, look at him, doesn't he look like a turtle!"

The gang leader pointed at the old man and laughed loudly, and his henchmen echoed him.

"You bet that's right. The way this old thing lies on the ground is exactly like a turtle."

"Look at how hard he's trying to get up! Dream on!"

"That old bastard, doesn't he know his own limitations, yet he dares to block our boss's way."

Their words were like sharp blades, piercing the old man of the village.

Anger and humiliation ignited in the old village head's eyes. The others, seeing this, roared in anger and charged at the gang leader, wanting to avenge the old village head. However, they were beaten down before they even got close to the gang leader.

A small team of ten security guards were all pinned to the ground by a gang of thugs.

"Look at them, don't they look like a group of turtles?"

"The turtles are having a meeting, hahaha..."

"Still the old tortoise, hahaha..."

The mocking laughter echoed in the air, like heavy hammers constantly pounding on the old men.

They were once formidable veterans; back in the day, one of them could take on ten or twenty thugs.

But now, time waits for no one, and they can only let the other bully them.

Their grief and anger burned like a raging fire to their peak. Their faces were filled with pain and resentment, yet they were powerless to resist. All they could do was pound the ground with their fists to vent their endless rage.