One step, two steps, three steps.
They sensed the woman behind the screen approaching step by step, and then her mysterious face appeared before them.
It was Song Xizhi!
Upon suddenly seeing that familiar face, He Yunze and Song Ruoan were caught off guard and took a few steps back, their faces filled with shock, as if they had frozen in place.
"Song Xizhi?! It's you?"
Song Ruoan's smile froze on her face, and her voice instantly became much sharper: "Sister! What are you doing here?"
Seeing the dumbfounded expressions on the couple's faces, Song Xizhi simply shrugged and smiled casually: "You two have been waiting anxiously in front of my door for two days and two nights, just to see me, haven't you?"
"Why do you all look so incredulous now that I've seen you?"
He Yunze felt a buzzing sound in his ears. He took a few steps outside almost frantically and grabbed the shopkeeper's hand.
"Where is the boss? Where is the boss behind Pinxianglou? How can they let Song Xizhi run rampant here?"
The shopkeeper gave him a strange look: "Didn't you just say that you would be respectful and polite to the boss? Now that you've finally met the boss, what is your attitude?"
"If you don't want to see him, then please leave and don't waste our boss's time!"
As the shopkeeper spoke, He Yunze's gaze followed him and fell on Song Xizhi.
Seeing Song Xizhi's ambiguous smile, He Yunze's hands trembled, and his mind went blank for a moment: "How could this be... how could this be..."
"A place as grand as Pinxianglou, with countless celebrities and powerful figures vying for its attention, requires immense funds and connections to open. How could the owner possibly be Song Xizhi..."
Song Ruoan's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she was trembling all over: "You can make incense? You couldn't possibly make incense! The incense recipe is with me!"
If the owner behind Pinxianglou is Song Xizhi, then the two men's attempts to meet and their perseverance over the past few days have become a joke.
They waited in front of the door, sweating profusely and looking embarrassed and disheveled, a sight that was already common knowledge. But then they were told that the owner of Pinxianglou was Song Xizhi.
How could they possibly accept this!
Hearing Song Ruoan's words, He Yunze also suddenly came to his senses: "Song Xizhi, what methods did you use to open this brothel? You're just deliberately trying to fool us!"
In his previous life, Song Xizhi had no idea how to develop incense. Everything was developed by Ruo'an, and Ruo'an used incense to help him win over his superiors!
How could Song Xizhi suddenly know how to do it all by himself?
Looking at the two men's indignant expressions, Song Xizhi smiled faintly. She slowly sat down on the round stool, raised her eyes to look at him, and appeared relaxed and content.
"deliberately?"
Song Xizhi raised an eyebrow: "What did I do on purpose? Weren't you all crying and begging to see me?"
As she spoke, she took another sip of tea, her voice earnest and earnest: "You should know that with such a large incense shop, I am very busy. If you hadn't waited patiently for several days, would I have condescended to come and see you?"
He Yunze listened in silence, feeling a surge of anger rising within him.
Song Xizhi's attitude as the master of the house made it clear that the priceless Pinxiang Pavilion belonged to her. Thinking of this, He Yunce was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He refused to believe it!
"Where does the incense come from? You've opened such a large incense shop, where does the incense come from?"
"The incense recipe is clearly in Ruo'an's hands. These incenses were all developed by Ruo'an! You stole them all! This explains why Muzong is the same as Caomu Renjian!"
He Yunze spoke hysterically, almost on the verge of collapse.
If Song Xizhi knew how to make incense, how could he not know?
Song Xizhi smiled slightly, showing unusual patience today. She slowly turned her gaze to Song Ruoan.
"I'm quite curious. You said that my mother, Su Mingyue, taught you how to make incense, but why did my mother choose you?"
Song Xizhi tilted his head, his expression innocent: "Zhao Qianlan, although she is a concubine's daughter, was born into a high-ranking family. Yet she is so shameless, willingly becoming my father's mistress, engaging in illicit relations without a matchmaker, and giving birth to you."
"Then she instigated my father to favor his concubine over his wife, causing my mother to suffer from postpartum depression. After my mother died, she took over and is now the rightful Mrs. Song."
"Given this situation, why would my mother leave you the aromatherapy recipe? Or... did you steal it?"
Song Xizhi spoke each word with conviction, making Song Ruoan so angry that her face turned pale and her lips trembled so much that she couldn't utter a single word.
He Yunze was furious at Song Ruoan's miserable state.
He immediately understood the meaning behind Song Xizhi's words. She was indirectly implying that Ruo'an was of lowly status, that Ruo'an's incense recipe was stolen, and that she had no idea how to make incense!
But how could that be!
He gripped Song Ruoan's hand tightly, almost roaring as he spoke:
"Why are you being so aggressive! Ruo'an is also a legitimate daughter born to the principal wife!"
"Fine! Ruo'an is too embarrassed to say it to you! So I'll say it! It's because you're of bad character and unruly. You simply can't endure the hardship of studying, so even your mother wants to give up on you!"
"But now you've secretly read the original text, distorted the truth, and are trying to steal all of Ruo'an's credit! This is something you always do!"
He Yunze was furious, and he didn't even know why he was so angry.
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