Upon entering the villa, the group was immediately struck by its beauty, yet also filled with unease. The villa's unique decorations were unlike anything they had ever seen before, and the many unfamiliar items left them dazzled.
Inside the villa, a thin layer of ice covered the artificial hill and pond in the courtyard, shimmering in the sunlight. The pillars of the corridor were carved with various lifelike flowers.
Noticing their flustered state, the maidservant quickly stepped forward with a gentle smile. She first curtsied slightly, then patiently explained things to everyone so that they could get acquainted.
As the explanation unfolded gently, everyone gradually calmed down and began to carefully observe their surroundings.
A girl curiously squatted down and gently touched the ground with her hand, while another stood in front of the glass window, her eyes wide open, carefully observing the texture of the glass.
They chattered amongst themselves, exclaiming in surprise, creating quite a lively scene.
Even after sleeping here for a night, I still find it incredibly novel today.
Surprisingly, no one felt any coolness at night; on the contrary, they felt quite hot. This strange experience left them speechless with amazement.
Gazing at the transparent glass, some couldn't resist reaching out to gently touch it, feeling its smooth, cold texture. The crowd gathered together, discussing it animatedly.
When Qin Qianluo stepped into the courtyard, she saw this lively scene, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a gratified smile.
When Murong Yan saw Qin Qianluo coming, she quickly gestured to the others with her eyes, then walked briskly to Qin Qianluo, bowed slightly, and led the others to greet her with a curtsy.
She only learned yesterday that the person in front of her was not the young general, but the only princess of Tianxuan Kingdom, who was favored by the emperor and had an extremely noble status.
Qin Qianluo stood before the crowd, her posture as upright and elegant as a pine or bamboo.
She gently raised her jade-like hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and waved slightly. The movement was light and elegant, as if carrying an invisible force, signaling everyone to stand up.
At this moment, sunlight streamed through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows that wove together to create a beautiful pattern on the ground.
Then, she moved her body gently, her lotus-like steps light and graceful, her skirt swaying like flowing clouds and water, and slowly sat down in front of the seat.
She leaned slightly forward, her delicate hands gently smoothing her skirt, and with a smile, she raised her arm, her fingers slightly bent, and softly invited everyone to sit down as well.
She leaned forward slightly, her wisps of hair falling gently from her forehead. Her bright, gentle eyes scanned the faces of everyone intently before she opened her lips and began to inquire about their expertise in a clear and melodious voice.
The group looked at each other, somewhat reserved.
A woman dressed in plain clothes stood up first. She clasped her hands nervously in front of her, trembling slightly. She lowered her head shyly, bit her lower lip, and whispered that she was skilled in embroidery.
At this moment, a gentle breeze rustled through the plum trees in the courtyard, and a few plum petals drifted down, seemingly adding a touch of poetry to the tranquil atmosphere.
Immediately afterwards, a cheerful woman stood up confidently, head held high, arms hanging naturally at her sides, eyes bright and self-assured, and began to talk eloquently about her experience in weaving.
Qin Qianlu listened quietly, sometimes nodding slightly, her head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice, and sometimes furrowing her brows slightly.
After everyone finished speaking, she lowered her head and began to think. She looked extremely serious, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyelids. She rested her chin on her hand, her fingers lightly touching her cheek, her eyes focused and deep.
Just before she left, the cloth factory she had commissioned to be built was successfully completed.
Inside the factory, tall beams support a spacious area, rows of looms are neatly arranged, and weavers sit upright in front of the looms, operating them skillfully with their hands.
The shuttle flew swiftly in the hands of the weavers, like a nimble little fish swimming in the water, and the sound of the loom echoed day and night.
Today, fabric production is on track, with exquisite pieces of fabric continuously being shipped out of the production line.
Since everyone was skilled in needlework, an idea quietly emerged in her mind: why not open a shop that sells fabric and clothing?
The moment the idea came to her, a glint of light flashed in her eyes, which widened slightly, filled with excitement and anticipation.
Although her older sister was also in the fabric business, Qin Qianluo secretly thought that the two had different business directions, so there was no conflict.
With her exquisite craftsmanship and unique channels, the elder sister mainly deals in precious fabrics. The fine textiles are embroidered with gorgeous patterns, and every inch of silk thread exudes luxury. Her customers are mostly high-ranking officials and nobles.
What she aimed to achieve was to provide ordinary people with fabrics that better met their needs. These fabrics, though lacking elaborate decorations, were of excellent quality and reasonably priced.
She had originally planned to entrust this matter to her sister, but now, with the help of these people, who are all skilled in needlework, it would be perfectly acceptable for them to set aside a portion of the business to manage independently.
Having made up her mind, Qin Qianluo immediately decided on the location for the shop.
When she was choosing a store location for the bookstore, she was like a nimble little deer, wandering through the streets and alleys of the capital.
The streets of the capital city are paved with smooth bluestone slabs, polished by time, and lined with shops on both sides with wine flags fluttering in the wind.
She strolled through the area, sometimes pausing to observe, sometimes entering the shops to check them out. With keen eyes and a meticulous mind, she memorized the approximate locations of the shops.
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