Hearing He Yunce's confident assurance, Song Ruoan felt the pain on her face lessen considerably.
However, she was still worried, and tears streamed down her face as she asked, "Husband, do you have the money to buy the shop?"
"I'm broke, and the Marquis's mansion is broke too. What if we open a shop and lose money? What will we do then?"
He Yunze shook his head, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes: "Fool, you won't lose money!"
"Didn't I tell you? Yongle Street will be a hundred times more prosperous than it is now, and every inch of land will be worth its weight in gold! Once we buy the shops, even if we do nothing, we'll still make money in time!"
"However, the money is indeed a bit urgent. I'll go out with Shuangxi to look at some shops first, and then you can try to raise some more money, or ask your family for some, or pawn the rest of your dowry..."
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan's face turned pale, and her expression became hesitant.
Seeing her expression, He Yunze coaxed her again, "I will borrow some money from my father and mother. I will pawn all my savings and antiques. We will all contribute!"
After saying this, he reassured Song Ruoan and then hurriedly followed Shuangxi out again.
No one believed him and Ruo'an, and he simply couldn't wait any longer!
He wanted to prove to everyone in the capital just how despicable Song Xizhi really was!
His insistence was correct!
Meanwhile, as dusk fell, the number of pedestrians on Yongle Street gradually decreased.
When it was almost time, most of the customers in the building had left, so Song Xizhi asked the shopkeeper to close the shop. She and Madam Xin then left through the back door of the shop and got into a carriage together.
The two made a fortune today, and Madam Xin was extremely excited all day, chatting with Song Xizhi about this and that.
After the two boarded the carriage, Madam Xin spoke to Song Xizhi again: "Did you see that just now?"
Song Xizhi smiled and shook his head at her: "What did you see?"
Madam Xin held up one index finger: "The shop!"
“There are many shops next to ours that are not open. Although the shops on Yongle Street are not cheap, I feel that I can grit my teeth and buy them all to open other shops!”
As she spoke, Madam Xin patted Song Xizhi's head again: "With your talent and my wisdom, I'm sure a second 'Pinxianglou' will emerge. Look at the crowds of people outside; it would be a waste to keep the shop closed."
Looking into Madam Xin's bright, sparkling eyes, which were unusually lively, Song Xizhi smiled mysteriously and asked, "Which rooms are you referring to?"
Madam Xin lifted the carriage curtain: "This room, this room, and this room... what excellent locations these are!"
Song Xizhi raised an eyebrow slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Oh? These shops you mentioned, unfortunately the owners aren't selling them."
Madam Xin's eyes widened: "How do you know? Did you ask before?"
Song Xizhi shook his head: "No, because all the shops you pointed to earlier belong to me."
Madam Xin's pupils contracted sharply, speechless with shock at Song Xizhi's bold words: ...Oh my god!
"Good heavens! All these shops are yours? How could you be so wasteful!"
Song Xizhi nodded, her expression becoming serious: "I haven't decided what kind of shop would be suitable to open yet, and my husband hasn't woken up yet. Now that I've opened Xianglou, I'm a bit overwhelmed."
"If you have any ideas, we can continue to open shops, just like Pinxianglou."
She knew that Madam Xin was not actually short of money; she just had too much free time and needed something to pass the time.
And they also enjoy the thrill of making money.
Upon hearing Song Xizhi mention her husband, the light in Madam Xin's eyes gradually dimmed, and she let out a heavy sigh.
"Xizhi, I know I shouldn't say this, but I can't help but use my experience to remind you: have you made any preparations?"
Song Xizhi was slightly taken aback.
Madam Xin gripped Song Xizhi's hand tightly and spoke from the bottom of her heart: "If something were to happen to your husband in the Marquis of Anding's mansion, with so much silver in your hands and no children, they might tear you apart alive."
Upon hearing the word "offspring," Song Xizhi shuddered, his thoughts drifting away: "Actually, Marquis Anding is a reasonable man, and Old Madam He also dotes on me."
Madam Xin shook her head, her gaze heavy:
"But your uncle is not someone to be trifled with; he's practically eyeing you like a tiger! Not only that, your maternal family are full of wolves and tigers, and your stepsister is even more wicked!"
Song Xizhi sighed: "I think He Jingyan will get better. After all, I felt his pulse and his body had recovered completely. But for some reason, he just won't wake up."
Upon hearing this, Madam Xin's gaze darkened further: "This is truly strange. Your medical skills are superb. If you don't even know where the problem lies, then it will be difficult to handle."
As she spoke, she held up two fingers to Song Xizhi: "Actually, there are two paths before you now. Since he remains unconscious, you should make a plan."
"What?"
Madam Xin shifted her position and looked at her solemnly: "First, you must try harder at night and try to have a child. Only with an heir can you gain a foothold in the Marquis's mansion. Whether it's the title or your property, you can compete with your uncle."
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