This can also attract repeat customers.
A strange look flashed in Chi Yan's eyes, and he glanced at her with some surprise.
Isn't this just a card collection lottery?
She indeed had a keen sense of smell, and she even mastered the marketing strategies of later generations without any formal instruction.
Now that we've got the card collection, shouldn't we also get some blind boxes?
After Chi Yan shared his idea, Shen Tangning's eyes lit up: "I've never seen this method before."
Her thoughts flowed freely, and she lowered her head to write and draw in the booklet. Chi Yan smiled and read a book beside her.
Outside, the wind was biting cold, but inside, life was peaceful and serene.
*
Chi Jingyu was in a bad mood. He had just encountered Shen Tangning and Chi Yan, and his mood had been ruined.
After returning to the manor, Lady Hou lectured him again: "I don't understand, what's wrong with Yun Que? Madam Shen is heavily pregnant now and can't serve you closely, yet she still clings to you. How dare she, a mere concubine, have such a big face?!"
Chi Jingyu frowned: "It's my unwillingness, what does it have to do with Xiwei?"
Lady Hou snorted coldly, "I don't care, you must stay in the Skylark's House tonight, otherwise I'll send that woman away after she gives birth!"
...
Chi Jingyu was feeling very annoyed and looked up at the person opposite her.
The lark was carefully trimming the candle, the dim candlelight making her figure appear graceful.
Yun Que turned around and saw him staring intently at her. She tiptoed forward and softly advised, "Young Master, please drink the hangover soup first, otherwise you'll have a headache tomorrow morning."
Chi Jingyu had drunk some wine before coming. He was usually calm and self-controlled, and rarely indulged himself like this.
What exactly is your purpose?
The lark looked up in surprise, standing there stunned and at a loss for what to do.
He grabbed her wrist, and Yun Que gasped. He then asked with a dark look in his eyes, "You want to climb into my bed?"
Yun Que blushed deeply, and after a long pause, she pursed her lips slightly and said, "Your Highness, you are drunk."
Chi Jingyu stared at her for a long time without letting go.
A hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and she gave a bitter smile: "This servant has no intention of trying to climb the social ladder for the young master, but some things are beyond this servant's control."
He paused slightly, released his grip, and expressionlessly rose to walk towards the bed: "I don't need you to serve me."
Hibari looked down at her reddened wrist, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
When even breathing could be heard from the couch, the lark came to the chest and carefully took out something and held it in her arms.
The cold texture was uncomfortable to hold, but she smiled slightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes.
It was a mask that was entirely black, with a hideous and grotesque appearance, resembling a demon.
The lark murmured blankly, without uttering a sound, but its mouth formed two words:
Your Highness.
After a long while, the look in her eyes slowly hardened.
Sister Pingting is dead, but it doesn't matter. There are countless other Pingtings who are willing to take her place as the sword in His Highness's hand.
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