His Majesty is very generous to his children who leave the palace to establish their own households.

For example, the Liuyuan Garden, which the Third Prince uses for literary gatherings today, and the tall tower owned by Qin Zhaoyue.

"The so-called 'Number One Building Under Heaven' is ancient history."

Let's go inside and have a look.

After disbanding the First Building, Qin Zhaoyue recruited a few people.

During the two months they were away from Fengjing, neither of them, skilled in painting and the other in bookkeeping and business, were idle.

The "Number One Building Under Heaven" was transformed into the "Pavilion of Rare Treasures".

It's currently the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), and there aren't many customers inside, just a few here and there.

They left in such a hurry, and it wouldn't be good to leave such a large place empty forever, so Qin Zhaoyue gave instructions on how to manage it.

Simply put, it's about making high-end, high-quality, and rare items.

The seven-story tower has a threshold for each floor, issuing membership cards and requiring customers to reach a certain spending level before they can go upstairs.

The culture of comparison among the powerful and wealthy in Fengjing is rampant, and the more famous Qizhen Pavilion becomes, the easier it is to make money.

Moreover, they all make money off big clients; a few big deals a month are enough to live on.

When they entered the shop, the waiter did not come to greet them.

When their eyes met, they nodded in greeting and then remained in their positions.

Qin Zhaoyue remained calm and took the lead, strolling leisurely.

The first floor sells clothing and accessories, with women's items making up the majority, especially jewelry.

Of course, none of them are ordinary things.

Even if Qin Zhaoyue is not in Fengjing, the Princess's residence still has some connections.

They go to clothing and jewelry designers, pay to buy out new designs, all for the sake of something new.

"Sixth Sister, is this your business?"

"No, that tower was sold a long time ago."

"Then why did you rip us off?"

Although he didn't know the exact price, Xiao Jiu was well aware that this location, being a seven-story tower, would definitely not be cheap.

"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean by 'scamming money'? That's protection money."

Qin Zhaoyue glanced at it; the minimum price would be at least a hundred taels.

After wandering around for a while, she ignored everything and led her people toward the stairs leading to the second floor, only to be stopped as expected.

The man in front of me was in his early twenties, wearing a half-sleeved outer garment made of plain silk, understated yet dignified.

He crossed his hands in a gesture of respect and then explained the rules of the Qizhen Pavilion in detail.

There was no arrogance, and even when he said no, it was in a way that made people feel comfortable and at ease.

Qin Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow. This person was well-trained; it seemed she had truly recruited a talented individual who had carried out her instructions very clearly.

Is Dr. Li here?

Li Chen was one of the five talents Qin Zhaoyue recruited from the No. 1 Restaurant in the world.

The young man understood immediately; it seemed that the man in front of him was an old acquaintance of his shopkeeper, since few people knew that he was a PhD in mathematics.

"Honored guest, please wait a moment..."

Just then, a sneer came from behind.

"What's wrong? Is this lady short of money and planning to use connections to get onto the second floor?"

A clear voice rang out, its sarcasm and irony undisguised.

Turning around, the person who came was an old acquaintance, none other than Zheng Huiyin, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zheng's mansion.

She had already heard that the tower had changed owners, but she still couldn't quite believe it.

After all, such a prime location and a rare high-rise building would generally be hard to sell.

But given the current situation, we can't even get to the second floor, so the rumors seem to be true.

In fact, at such a close distance, Qin Zhaoyue had already sensed the other person's approach, but she deliberately pretended not to know.

They probably dared to flirt with them because they saw that they hadn't revealed their identities.

"You little tagalong, what are you doing always following me around?"

"Who's following you!"

Zheng Huiyin's face was very unpleasant, but she seemed to have no intention of arguing with Qin Zhaoyue.

She didn't want to be grounded by her father again after being punished last time.

He glared at her fiercely, then strode upstairs, his disdain practically overflowing as he passed by.

"Hey young man, how much is it to go up to the second floor again?"

"This distinguished guest requires ten thousand taels."

"Alright!" Qin Zhaoyue immediately took out ten thousand taels of silver notes and handed them to the other party. "Deposit them into my account. Can we go up to the second floor now?"

The clerk quickly extended his hand, "Honored guest, please leave your name later. Qizhen Pavilion will then customize an identity card for you."

Qin Zhaoyue snorted coldly and strode up the stairs.

The younger siblings behind him were speechless.

They vividly remembered how Sixth Sister had cried out "one hundred taels" with a pained expression in the imperial court.

They're spending tens of thousands of taels of silver just to get to the second floor; if the Empress Dowager found out…

But they definitely couldn't miss out on this excitement, so they quickly followed along with their short legs.

"Seventh brother, eighth brother, wait for me!"

One of them, with particularly short legs, had a little trouble climbing the stairs.

Seeing their sixth sister striding up the steps, looking like she was about to cause trouble, the brothers Qin Jinghuai and Qin Jingyi were unwilling to wait any longer.

But Xiao Jiu called them "brother" in her soft, sweet voice...

"I'll do it."

Qin Jinghuai, the seventh son, was slightly stronger and skilled in martial arts. He quickly returned and picked up the ninth son.

"Thank you, brother~~~"

Qin Jinghuai: ...

Why is my nose itchy? But I don't have a free hand to scratch it.

"No...it's nothing."

Xiao Ba squinted at the scene, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

When the group arrived on the second floor, they saw Qin Zhaoyue with her hands behind her back, strutting around like a turtle, keeping a distance between herself and Zheng Huiyin.

Mo Zu's heart skipped a beat when he saw this.

Although her prince may occasionally cause trouble, he is actually very mature; he is just mischievous.

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