Today marks the third day since her appointment with the madam of Xiangyun Pavilion. Nanwu Si thought to herself, thankfully, the original owner of this body had always been wild and unruly, with no one at home to discipline her. Although her parents had returned to the capital, they hadn't restricted her. This was her advantage. Unlike other young ladies who had to report to their elders before going out.
So, in the afternoon, Nan Wusi spent another 50 beauty points to exchange for new underwear, and together with Ye Zi, they changed into men's clothing and slipped out of the manor.
In a private room at Chunfeng Tower, two men sat by the window.
"Brother Wufeng, it's rare for you to return to the capital. We must get together properly during this time." The speaker was Xia Ziqian, a current scholar of the Hanlin Academy, and Nan Wufeng's childhood friend.
"Haha, Brother Ziqian, it's been quite a while since we last met. Congratulations on your promotion!" Nan Wufeng laughed and patted Xia Ziqian on the shoulder.
"Brother Wufeng, please be gentle," Xia Ziqian said with a helpless smile. "This is all thanks to His Majesty's kindness."
"Ah, that's because Brother Ziqian is exceptionally talented, surpassing everyone else." Nan Wufeng had always admired Xia Ziqian's talent. As the two were chatting, Xia Ziqian suddenly looked out the window, turned to Nan Wufeng, and said, "Brother Wufeng, look at that person on the street, he looks so much like you, is he one of your cousins?"
Nan Wufeng looked out onto the street and was nearly scared out of his wits. This was no cousin at all; it was clearly his third sister dressed as a man, and she was even swaggering around, knocking on the door of Xiangyun Pavilion.
Although Nan Wufeng had been away from the capital for a long time, as a man, he was still aware of what Xiangyun Pavilion was. Seeing his younger sister actually enter such a place, Nan Wufeng's expression changed, and he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Xia Ziqian: "Brother Ziqian, I suddenly have urgent business to attend to today. Let's meet again another time."
“In that case, Brother Wufeng, you may leave.” Xia Ziqian watched Nan Wufeng’s hurried departure, lost in thought, and suddenly chuckled: “It seems that the one in question is probably the famous Third Miss of the Nan family.”
Now, Nan Wusi, though unfamiliar with the place the first time, was familiar with it again. The same waiter who opened the door before respectfully ushered the two inside and then went directly to find Mother Yang.
A moment later, Nan Wusi saw Madam Yang sway in, fanning herself with a round fan, a smile on her face. "Oh my, Young Master Wu, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting so long!" Madam Yang winked at Nan Wusi. "What new goods has Young Master Wu brought this time?"
"I brought quite a few new styles this time." Nan Wusi paused. "Aunt Yang, business must have been booming these past few days."
"Oh, it's all thanks to Young Master Wu! You don't know, so many distinguished people have been asking me where they can buy this little garment these past few days, it's been driving me crazy!" Madam Yang complained, but her face was full of smiles.
Hearing this, Nan Wusi's heart stirred. It seemed this was another new sales channel. If she could reach an agreement with Xiangyun Pavilion, she wouldn't have to worry about sales in this area anymore. However, production was a problem. Even though she had exchanged for the blueprints, she couldn't yet mass-produce underwear.
Just as Nan Wusi was about to speak, a waiter rushed over and whispered a few words in Yang's ear. Yang's expression changed instantly, but she quickly concealed it. Although Nan Wusi had seen it, she wasn't curious about what had happened; she didn't have the habit of meddling in other people's business.
Unexpectedly, after the shop assistant left, Madam Yang's smile widened. "Young Master Wu, His Highness Prince Yi heard that you provided the garments and now wishes to see you. I'll have to trouble you to accompany me." It seemed that Madam Yang considered it a great favor that Prince Yi wanted to see him, leaving Nan Wusi quite speechless. However, she also knew that her current status was that of a mere merchant, and she seemed to have little standing in the eyes of the powerful. For an ordinary merchant like Nan Wusi, a prince wanting to see her was indeed an opportunity.
But she wasn't an ordinary businesswoman, and she couldn't reveal her identity, so she could only give a forced laugh and reluctantly follow behind Mother Yang.
After navigating several twists and turns and climbing several floors, they finally arrived at Prince Yi's private room. Mother Yang gently knocked on the door, and a handsome young man dressed as a guard opened it.
Nan Wusi sighed inwardly, remarking that the men in this world were all quite handsome; even a guard was remarkably good-looking.
Following Yang's mother into the room, Nan Wusi also lowered her head, as if afraid of seeing something she shouldn't, while Ye Zi remained outside.
All that could be heard was Mama Yang saying, "Your Highness, I have brought the person."
"Alright, you may leave." Prince Yi's voice remained as magnetic and pleasant as ever, like a bottle of fine wine, captivating all who heard it.
Mother Yang quickly withdrew, and Nan Wusi stood there as quiet as a quail.
Prince Yi smiled and asked, "So you're the merchant who made all the garments for Xiangyun Pavilion?"
"Yes, Your Highness," Nan Wusi answered honestly.
How many styles do you have left?
"This... I haven't done any statistics," Nan Wusi replied, though inwardly he was pondering what this Prince Yi was up to.
"We haven't kept count," Prince Yi repeated, emphasizing each word. "Does that mean there are many, many more styles?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Are you interested in cooperating with me?" Prince Yi finally got to the point.
Upon hearing this, Nan Wusi abruptly looked up. He saw Prince Yi reclining on a chaise longue, his robes half-open, revealing glimpses of cherry-red skin, and surprisingly, he even had abs.
Nan Wusi quickly lowered his head, feeling a nosebleed coming on. If he really did, not only would it be embarrassing, but he'd probably be dragged out and beheaded. Beauty truly is a curse.
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