Listening to the chaotic noise outside, Qiu Niang felt a headache coming on. She angrily swept the expensive tea set off the table and cursed, "What kind of doctor did you find? He can't even come up with a simple calming prescription!"
Now look what's happened. You've offended the people in the Guanglu Temple Minister's household. If Yan Yue Pavilion closes down, I'll definitely sell you to a brothel.
She had planned to use the wife of the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices to completely destroy Baoxiangfang, but now, before Baoxiangfang is even dead, she is going to die first.
The little maid was so frightened by the threat that she shrank into a corner and dared not utter a sound. She had not expected that the incense pill would not only be useless, but would also worsen her headache. Now she had no idea what to do.
The wife of the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, Madam Sun, is not someone to be trifled with. If they cannot come up with a solution, Madam Sun will definitely come to the shop and smash it up.
After thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a good solution. Just then, there was a series of knocks on the door behind her, which sounded like someone was banging on the door. This made her tremble all over.
After hesitating for a while, she finally said, "How about we... how about we pay them back?"
These past few days, thanks to the fame of Baoxiangfang's "Sorrow-Cutting" product, Yan Yuege has also earned a lot of money from calming incense pills, which should be enough to cover the compensation.
Qiu Niang was so angry that she slapped the other person across the face and said angrily, "Pay up the money? Do you think paying up the money will settle this?"
With the Sun family around, they certainly won't let this go easily.
She knew how much that guy cherished his daughter. Now, because she had used Yan Yuege's incense, her headache had worsened, and the other party would definitely not let them off easily.
She can't possibly escape on her own.
Having finally established Yan Yue Pavilion, she couldn't just stand by and watch it be destroyed.
After hesitating for a while, she lowered her voice and said to the maid, "Go find that master."
*
When Jiang Yimian heard about Yan Yuege's matter, she was looking at the account books of the past few days in Baoxiangfang.
Ashu suddenly ran in from outside, her face full of excitement, which startled Aunt Yun who followed her in.
"Manager, manager, something's happened at Yan Yue Pavilion!" Ashu shouted excitedly, gesturing wildly as she vividly recounted what had happened at the entrance of Yan Yue Pavilion.
Her whole face was beaming with pride, as if she had finally vented her anger.
Aunt Yun and Liu'er could hardly believe it. "Yan Yue Pavilion is really closed now?"
Ashu nodded repeatedly, "Of course, right now there are people in front of Yan Pavilion clamoring for compensation, and with the Guanglu Temple Minister's mansion backing her up, how could Qiu Niang dare to open the door at this time? She's probably in a hurry!"
In her opinion, it would be best to just close Yan Yue Ge down, since Qiu Niang treated them like that.
It was clearly his own choice to leave Baoxiangfang, taking so many people with him, and then he even opened a shop to go against Baoxiangfang, and even slandered them. It's truly hateful.
Aunt Yun didn't speak for a moment, but looked at Jiang Yimian.
Seeing that the other party was looking at the ledger in his hand with a normal expression, as if he had not heard what the others said at all.
She asked with some curiosity, "Yimian, did you already guess that Yan Yuege would do this?"
Otherwise, why wouldn't the other party be surprised at all, as if they had expected it?
Ashu looked at her, blinked her big eyes, leaned on the table, and said in surprise, "That's right, yesterday when the manager heard that Yan Yuege had made calming incense pills, he was not worried at all, and even told us not to worry about it. Did you already know that there was something wrong with those incense pills?"
Jiang Yimian remained noncommittal, saying calmly, "I've read 'Spring River Moon' and know Qiu Niang's habit of making incense. The ingredients she uses in making incense clash with one of the ingredients in the calming formula."
When she gave Xiaochun the calming prescription that day, she deliberately changed the commonly used calming prescription to avoid the incompatible herb.
This time, Qiu Niang will definitely buy Jian Chou when she makes calming incense, and ask the doctor to write down the prescription for the herbs in it. The experienced old doctor can smell the agarwood and angelica in Jian Chou and know what calming formula is used in Jian Chou.
She would have simply written out the standard prescription for Qiu Niang to use, never suspecting that she had changed the ingredients.
Qiu Niang would keep the ingredients of her incense pills a secret from the doctor, which led to the two ingredients clashing and causing the current consequences.
Ashu clapped his hands happily and exclaimed, "Shopkeeper, you're amazing! You thought of that right away!"
"What if Qiu Niang tells the doctor about the ingredients for her incense pills? Wouldn't Baoxiangfang be finished?"
The thought of that possibility sent shivers down her spine.
She had just seen it; because Yan Yuege was closed and there was an incident at the entrance, Bao Xiang Fang had many more customers today than yesterday.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and didn't say anything.
Liu'er, who was standing to the side, chimed in earnestly, "That Qiu Niang looks down on Bao Xiang Fang. She thinks that the 'Sorrow-Cutting' technique is just a boastful claim and won't take it seriously."
Ashu was taken aback.
Aunt Yun nodded. "That's right. Qiu Niang used to think that Bao Xiang Fang was supported by her alone. Now that she has left Bao Xiang Fang, she will naturally look down on her."
As she finished speaking, a hint of helplessness appeared on her face.
Baoxiangfang used to be famous for its incense balls, and it was indeed Qiu Niang who single-handedly carried the business.
He was just someone who was content to make incense at first, but I don't know when he changed.
Thinking it over, she said, "Yan Yuege has now offended the Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, and the Sun family will definitely not let it go. Qiu Niang will probably be able to calm down for a while and will not target Bao Xiang Fang for the time being."
However, those who cooperated with Qiu Niang will probably hold a grudge against Shangbao Xiangfang.
Upon hearing this, Ashu immediately snorted, "I'm not afraid of that person. Today, many people have heard that Yan Yuege's calming incense has worsened people's headaches, and its reputation is ruined. It's hard to say whether its business can be maintained, so it certainly won't have time to deal with Baoxiangfang."
They should take this opportunity to attract more customers, because once Yan Yue Ge reopens, business will definitely be much worse than before.
Jiang Yimian was amused by Ashu's smug look. "You're quite clever, seeing things so clearly. It's a waste of your talent to be a shop assistant at Baoxiangfang."
Ashu muttered somewhat embarrassedly, "I was just guessing! Besides, with the manager here, Baoxiangfang has nothing to fear from Yanyuege."
Ashu was right; Yan Yuege had been closed for several days, but the people from the Guanglu Temple Minister's residence did not cause any more trouble.
However, they did not clarify what happened that day, allowing various rumors to circulate among the people.
As the rumor spread, it actually attracted many customers to Baoxiangfang, all of whom came to buy hair clippings.
Despite several days of continuous rain, carriages continued to come and go in front of Baoxiangfang, a far cry from the deserted scene before.
Baoxiangfang also launched two other types of incense with different effects: one to refresh the mind and the other to enhance the romance between couples, which attracted a lot of interest.
However, the continuous rain for several days cast a shadow over the entire capital, which dampened the spirits of many people.
Jiang Yimian stood by the window, looking at the drizzling rain outside and the people hurrying by with their oil-paper umbrellas, and said helplessly, "How long will this rain last?"
It started raining just a few days after she arrived in the capital, and she hadn't even had a chance to take her family out for a proper tour of the city.
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