Lu Ziyuan had no idea where she came from. He had just returned from the prefect's office and was about to pick up some documents when he was suddenly stopped by someone.
So he simply replied coldly, "Aren't you sick? Why aren't you resting in the house?"
Su Zhirou was secretly delighted: "The doctor said that I need to move around more for my illness, so I did as he said. I didn't expect to be so lucky as to meet the prince right away."
"Okay, let's continue then."
Lu Ziyuan was about to leave when Su Zhirou grabbed his sleeve with a sorrowful expression: "Your Highness, my heart ailment is a heart disease. The doctor said that a heart disease requires a heart medicine, but I understand that my heart disease is Your Highness!"
I know that my deception hurt you, but I beg you, please give me another chance. I will do everything in my power to serve you!
Su Zhirou finished speaking in one breath, panting heavily from exhaustion.
The medicine was still too potent; even after taking the antidote, I was still very weak.
His heartfelt words, however, did not earn him Lu Ziyuan's pity.
He coldly pulled Su Zhirou's hand away: "Su Zhirou, I have already made it very clear before, I do not love you, nor do I need your service."
"But no matter what, I am still your concubine..."
"It is precisely because you are a concubine that you can remain in this palace, Su Zhirou. I have already done more than enough."
A cold remark startled Su Zhirou. She stared blankly as Lu Ziyuan walked away, her last remaining hope shattered.
Lianye gently helped Su Zhirou up by the arm: "Madam, let's go back first."
Who knew that Su Zhirou would coldly shake off Lianye's hand and stumble back to the courtyard.
Not far away, Zhong Muyu crossed his arms and sighed helplessly.
Early Spring sneered: "He brought shame upon himself."
"Why doesn't she leave even though she's like this? If she chooses to leave the palace, even if she was a concubine before, with her status, she could remarry as the principal wife later, right?"
Zaochun said, "Your Highness, you don't understand. A concubine is different from an ordinary concubine. She is half a member of the royal family. Who would be willing to give up this noble status and wealth to become an ordinary person's principal wife?"
Zhong Muyu waved her hand: "Anyway, I don't understand. Let's go."
She knew nothing about Su Zhirou, nor did she want to know.
After the two returned, Zaochun and the other maids made the flower petals into spices that could be preserved for a long time, while Zhong Muyu went to find Granny Zhang.
"Granny, have you made what I asked for?"
"Everything is ready, please take a look."
Granny Zhang took out about ten sachets, each one exquisitely made and beautiful, with embroidered patterns drawn for her by Zhong Muyu.
"Well done!"
Zhang Mama smiled and said, "The Princess's designs are quite beautiful. This old servant thinks they would look even better if they were embroidered on clothes."
“That’s exactly what I was thinking, Granny. If I draw a pattern for a garment, could you make it?”
"It depends on the type, but most of them can be made."
"Okay! Please wait a moment!"
Zhong Muyu excitedly returned to her room and retrieved a roll of paper.
Unfold the paper, and you'll see not only the pattern of the clothes drawn on it, but also front and back lay-down views, and even the structural diagram. All that's left is to make the pattern on the spot.
Zhang Mama looked closely and couldn't help but admire it more and more: "Your Highness's painting style is quite novel, and the style of the clothes is also very novel. This old servant has never seen anything like it before, but it is really beautiful."
"Is it possible?"
"Sure, this is a simple one, it can be finished in two days."
"Let's start with something simple. You don't need to do anything for the next few days, just take care of these few pieces of clothing!"
"How can this be?"
"It's alright, I'll take you to the garment workshop later. The environment there is better and there are more tools, so you can work faster!"
After arranging Zhang Mama's work, Zhong Muyu immediately led people to the clothing workshop.
Last time, she only came to say hello, but now that she's come again, the shopkeeper, Liu Niang, warmly welcomes her: "Your Highness, you've come again! Are you here to look at the accounts or to order some clothes this time?"
"I'm not doing any of these things. I have something to talk to you about."
Liu Niang blinked. Zhong Muyu's seriousness made her feel at a loss.
As the manager of the clothing workshop, her clothing-making skills were naturally outstanding, but her business management skills were relatively average. When Zhong Muyu said that he would make the clothing workshop popular, she didn't take it seriously.
Is the princess really serious?
Zhong Muyu told her the purpose of Zhang Mama's visit, and Liu Niang then had someone take Zhang Mama to the backyard to entertain her properly. After that, the two went to the second floor—a place to talk.
"What does the Princess wish to discuss?"
“I’ll cover the cost of renovating this garment workshop. The renovation plan is all written here.”
Zhong Muyu took out a folder and gave it to her.
Liu Niang took the folder with some skepticism, opened it, looked through it, and asked, "Will this really work?"
"Give it a try, I'll pay for it anyway. Close it for a few days, renovate it according to my requirements, and change the name to Yunshang Pavilion. As for the clothing designs, see if you can make them in the next few days?"
Liu Niang was looking through the folders when she counted them; there were twenty sets in total.
There are twelve workers employed here, and if they work quickly, they can finish the job.
"If we speed things up, it should be done in half a month."
Zhong Muyu said, "Then let's make the most of half a month."
"Alright, then let's not delay, I'll go and make the arrangements right away."
At this point, Liu Niang also felt a little expectant, not only because Zhong Muyu's designs were novel and daring, but also because she had a feeling that the plan could succeed.
So, the clothing workshop, which was already doing average business, quietly closed its doors on this day.
After a long day of work, Zhong Muyu and the others packed the spices into sachets and then gave them to them.
I originally just wanted to kill some time, but I didn't expect the maids to like it so much.
At this moment, Lu Ziyuan arrived: "Why is it so lively?"
Zhong Muyu raised an eyebrow: "A rare guest indeed. What brings such a busy person like you to this place today?"
"Of course I miss you."
"I think you're just trying to freeload again."
Despite saying that, Zhong Muyu was actually quite happy. Lu Ziyuan had been so busy these past few days that he hadn't had a proper meal.
Just as she was about to prepare the ingredients, Lu Ziyuan stopped her: "Wait, what about the sachets from earlier? Weren't there any for me?"
Zhong Muyu looked at him strangely: "You're a grown man, why would you want one of those sachets?"
"How can there be something that everyone else has but your husband doesn't?"
"This is nothing special, and I didn't even make it; it was made by Granny Zhang. Never mind, if you like it, you can have mine."
Zhong Muyu took the sachet off her body, placed it in Lu Ziyuan's hand, and then left.
Lu Ziyuan took a light sniff. Hmm, it's nice. It has his wife's scent on it.
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