Jiang Muyu didn't intend to intervene. He found a chair in the back and sat down, just wanting to see how Qingman would handle the matter.

In front, Qingman said kindly, "How about this, let me take a look at the problem with this dress. If it is really a problem with our shop, I will definitely compensate you as appropriate."

The old woman raised her voice and said, "What do you mean by discretionary compensation? I want full compensation. This is a problem with the clothes made by your shop. Do you want to take the things back and only pay part of the money? Isn't that getting something for nothing? There is no such good thing in the world!"

Qingman was still very patient, "That's not what I meant. I just brought the clothes back to take a look. No matter how much you lose in the end, this one is a gift to you. What do you think?"

Some onlookers couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Auntie Zhang, just let them take a look. If it's really a problem with the clothes, the shopkeeper has already said that he will compensate you."

Then someone echoed:

"That's right. There are so many of us here. Can the shopkeeper not keep his word?"

"Auntie Zhang, is it you who ruined the clothes? Are you feeling guilty now? Are you deliberately making trouble?"

Under pressure, the aunt had no choice but to hand the clothes to Manqing. She stared at her with wrinkled, sunken, cloudy eyes, "Watch it carefully, don't slander an old woman like me."

"Of course, of course."

Qingman picked up the dress and took a closer look. She found that the embroidery was indeed unthreaded, so she smiled and said, "Please wait a moment. I'm afraid you won't believe what I say, so I'll ask an embroiderer to come over and take a look. A professional witness will make her words more convincing."

As she spoke, she told the waiter to go to the back hall and call over an embroiderer.

As luck would have it, the person who came was Aunt Zhang's niece, Wang. Some of the onlookers knew Aunt Zhang and were aware of the relationship. They said, "With Aunt Wang here to see us, you can rest assured. She is an honest person."

Aunt Zhang's eyes were evasive, and she subconsciously wanted to grab the clothes, but Qingman had handed the clothes to Wang first.

"Mrs. Wang, this lady said her clothes are untied. Can you tell me what's the cause?"

Wang picked it up and examined it carefully for a while, then asked Aunt Zhang, "Aunt, did it get caught anywhere when you wore this dress?"

Aunt Zhang said loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about? It was fine when I wore it, but it just got untied by itself. There must be something wrong with its quality."

Wang was a little embarrassed. She took another closer look and said, "It seems like the thread is missing an inch. Aunt, did you really not tamper with it?"

Hearing this, Qing Man smiled and said slowly, "Since Aunt Zhang doesn't admit it, then take a needle and let Wang Niang sew it again according to the needle hole on the dress in front of everyone, and we will know whether it is really one inch missing."

Aunt Zhang's momentum weakened a little. "This... Is it possible that the clothes will lose an inch if the thread comes off by itself?"

"Aunt, the embroidery on the clothes in our shop is sewn stitch by stitch. It is impossible for the thread to be lost by an inch suddenly unless it was damaged by human hands."

The crowd finally understood what was going on and started talking about it.

"Mrs. Zhang, you are so dishonest. You ruined your clothes and you still want to cheat me."

"That's right. If we can't find the reason, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of the shop?"

"Mrs. Zhang, you are already so old. Even if you are short of money, you should never do such a wicked thing."

"Uh..." Aunt Zhang's face turned pale and red. She quickly snatched the dress from Wang's hand, spat at them, and turned away without saying a word.

The crowd at the door gradually dispersed after the farce ended.

After watching this drama, Jiang Muyu couldn't help but stand up and applaud, saying, "The manager Gu handled the situation calmly, which is really admirable."

Qing Man then realized that she had been sitting in the back watching without knowing when. Being praised by her, she shook her head in embarrassment and said, "This is what I should do."

Jiang Muyu patted her shoulder and smiled gently: "Manager Gu, I feel relieved to leave this shop to you."

Qingman bowed to her and said, "It is Qingman's fortune to be appreciated by the princess."

"I am so lucky to have you. Work hard. I will be counting on you for my future business."

She was a little apprehensive, "Your Highness, you are too kind."

"Okay, I have something to do so I will leave first. When the clothes are ready, you can send someone to the palace to deliver a message to me."

"Yes, Madam, please take care."

Jiang Muyu looked at her meaningfully, turned around and walked out of the shop.

As soon as she got on the carriage, Tan Niang arrived at the shop.

When Qingman saw her, her smile softened a little, "Why are you here?"

Tan Niang raised the food box in her hand and said, "Since you didn't eat much for breakfast, I brought you two dishes and a soup that I made myself."

"Our Tan'er is so virtuous." Qingman said, and wanted to take the food box from her hand.

Tan Niang changed her hands and lifted the food box to one side, avoiding her touch. She walked to the counter and said, "Come and try it quickly, otherwise it will become unpalatable if it gets cold later."

"Okay." Qingman walked to her side, raised her hand wrapped in cloth and gently rubbed her head.

Tan Niang is not only good at dyeing cloth, but also a good cook.

Qingman took two bites and praised, "Our Tan'er's cooking skills are really good."

"I'm glad you like it. I just developed a new dish two days ago. I'll make it for you to try then." Seeing her eating with gusto, the smile in Tan Niang's eyes deepened a little.

"Okay." Qingman leaned over and took a sip of soup, then continued, "But you are not only busy with the dyeing workshop but also with the household affairs every day. It is really hard."

Tan Niang shook her head, "It's not hard. As long as it's for you, I won't feel it's hard."

Qingman paused in her eating, a hint of tenderness appeared in her eyes, and she thought to herself: Thank you for always being with me.

But she didn't say it out loud. She thought that there was no point in saying more and she should express her gratitude with actions.

In the future, she will follow the princess to make money, and then hire two maids to serve Tan Niang. In this way, she will not have to work so hard, and she can be like the princess, and even ask others to grind the ink for her, so that every finger of hers can be kept clean and white.

She now believes she can do it.

…

In this room, Jiang Muyu returned to the palace and went into the study to concentrate on developing her skin care products.

It was not until the evening that she finally walked out of the study. She stood at the door, looked at the moon in the sky, and stretched her waist.

"Are you finally done?"

The sudden male voice startled her, but when she looked around, there was no one there. The maids and guards in the yard had disappeared.

"Up there." There was a hint of teasing in his voice.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw Liang Qingchen sitting on a thick branch at the top of a big tree in the yard not far away, looking down at her.

Jiang Muyu frowned, "What are you doing sitting there?"

Liang Qingchen said: "From here, we can see the surrounding scenery more clearly."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have such a romantic side."

"I will have something more romantic."

"Really?"

"Do you want to try it?"

Jiang Muyu shook his head. "Forget it. I feel tired even craning my neck to talk to you."

Liang Qingchen suddenly stood up, supporting the tree trunk with one hand.

Jiang Muyu was startled and just wanted to say something when he saw him grab the tree trunk above and shake it gently, then jump to another thick branch below. Then several dragonflies stepped on the branches and flew down.

Jiang Muyu just raised her head slightly and stared at him in a daze. Behind him was a tall tree, and a convex moon was half hidden behind the treetops. At this moment, they all became the background, and he flew down like a god.

She had only seen this scene in martial arts movies, and she was still shocked when she saw it with her own eyes.

"Oh my god, the ancient people really knew Qinggong."

Liang Qingchen stopped in front of her, amused by her silly look. He raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, saying, "Why? Are you impressed by my handsomeness?"