The woman looked at the maid Qi'er with some displeasure and said: "Mu Zichuan is talented, elegant and unrestrained. He is upright and clean. He never goes to the market to look for flowers or willows."

"In addition, he is now the proud disciple of Mr. Zhang, the great scholar of Huagaidian, and is highly regarded by His Majesty the King of Qi. He will take over the new post later this year and assist in the commercial inspection of the capital. His future is limitless."

"Such a perfect husband is the perfect match for me, Han Ruyi. Of course I will try my best to win his heart!"

After hearing what Han Ruyi said, the maid Mei'er suddenly realized.

There was a trace of his own calculations in his eyes.

If the young lady really marries Mu Tanhua, then she, her personal maid, will definitely marry along with her.

In the future, he will definitely be the one who stays in the young lady and uncle's house, that is, Mu Tanhua's person.

Thinking of this, Qi'er's heart also moved, and she straightened up her back more firmly: "Miss is right, Mu Tanhua is our lady's destined husband, how can we let him go astray and be raped by the Yang family in that village?"

Where is the woman who has lost her mind?"

"Miss, when it comes to this, I almost forgot about the real thing."

"When I came back just now, I received a message from the man from Ximen,"

"He asked you, Miss, when we can meet him. He has something important to tell me. It's about Yang's family and perfume." Ginger said.

Han Ruyi inserted the last hairpin into her bun, and then stood up. Her pink water-sleeved pomegranate dress rippled beneath her like water waves, as bright and moving as a pomegranate flower blooming on the treetops.

"Just now, I'll go to the old place and wait for him."

…

In Beijing, an elegant room in the backyard of a certain chess hall.

Han Ruyi sat there, holding a cup of fragrant tea in her hand, sipping it elegantly.

The maid Zhuan'er stood on one side, holding Han Ruyi's just-taken-off cloak in her arms.

Ten steps away from the master and servant, a middle-aged man stood there solemnly on the ground.

"...Ms. Han, that's how things are. Every little sentence is true, and I don't dare to deceive even a single word..."

After the man finished speaking, his voice fell and he stood there with a look of uneasiness on his face.

Han Ruyi played with the tea bowl in her hand and glanced at the man in front of her.

"Are you saying that during the three to five days that the Yangs and Mrs. Yang came to Beijing, Luo Fengtang went out early and came back late to hang out with people in the capital, while Yang Ruoqing was eating, drinking and having fun?" Han Ruyi asked slowly.

The man nodded quickly: "That's right, General Luo is looking for someone to find a relationship with. My boss girl told me this personally."

"As for herself, she goes out to play every day. When she comes back, she packs a lot of bags and buys a bunch of souvenirs from the capital. She said she would go back to the village and bring them to the villagers..."

"Hey!" Han Ruyi shook her head gently.

The delicately made-up face was full of disdain.

In front of me, the man mustered up his courage and said, "Miss Han, although our boss is from the countryside, I have been dealing with her for two or three years."

"She is still a very creative person when it comes to business. I am worried that she is secretly investigating this perfume incident."

"The more I don't see any movement from her, the more panic I feel."

"Miss Han, you'd better make up your mind early and settle this matter, right? I'm hanging on and on tenterhooks every day!" he said.

Han Ruyi curled her lips, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Don't worry, Shopkeeper Dayao, you have to watch the show slowly. The gongs and drums have been set. Now we just wait for the protagonist to come on stage, and the show can start."

"How long will it take?" Dayao asked urgently.

Han Ruyi smiled and said nothing. Next to her, the maid Qi'er said to Dayao with some displeasure: "I asked you to go back and wait for me according to the original plan. You can cooperate with me as you please. How can you do that?"

What nonsense?"

Dayao's face turned red after being scolded by the maid Mei'er. He secretly glanced at Han Ruyi, who was drinking tea over there, and had to nod.

"What about that, Miss Han, I have one more thing to ask you..." Dayao said again.

Han Ruyi raised her eyelids and glanced at Dayao, "Shopkeeper Dayao, we have a cooperative relationship. There is no need to use the word 'begging'. If you have anything to say, it doesn't matter."

Dayao Rumeng was pardoned, took a step forward, and said a little anxiously: "It's like this, I recently went to that gambling house to try my luck, but my hands are really easy to memorize..."

Han Ruyi suddenly raised her hand to stop Dayao's subsequent words.

She glanced at the maid, Mei'er, who understood and turned around to go behind the screen on one side.

Soon, Qi'er came out again, holding a tray in his hand. There were several gold ingots piled on the tray.

When Dayao saw those gold ingots, his eyes suddenly glowed like wolves.

Ignoring that Han Ruyi was still sitting there, he rushed over, grabbed the gold ingots with both hands, and his face turned red with excitement.

"Shopkeeper Dayao, this is what our young lady rewards you for. As long as you do your best for my young lady in the future, I will certainly not treat you badly." The maid Mei'er said.

Dayao nodded repeatedly while holding the gold ingot in his arms.

"Ms. Han is so generous. I am willing to go to hell for Miss Han," he said.

Han Ruyi smiled and nodded, "If there is nothing else, I won't waste the good opportunity for Shopkeeper Dayao to make a fortune, go ahead!"

Dayao nodded quickly, his heart flying to the underground casino in the capital, waiting for Han Ruyi's words.

When Dayao left and Han Ruyi and the maid Mei'er were left in the elegant room, Mei'er couldn't help but stamp her feet.

"Miss, I really don't understand. That guy Dayao is addicted to gambling and loses nine times out of ten. Why do you always sponsor him and let him lose all his money?"

"Those are all white and snowflakes. It makes me feel so distressed just looking at them!" said Qi'er.

Han Ruyi smiled disapprovingly, but there was a trace of determination in his eyes.

"As long as we can completely ruin Yang's reputation and make her image in Mu Zichuan's heart plummet, no matter how much money we spend and how many biting dogs we raise, it will be worth it," she said.

Mei'er tilted her head, looking like she didn't quite understand, but she unconditionally agreed with Han Ruyi's words.

"Miss, when will our show start?" Qi'er asked again.

Han Ruyi thought for a moment and said, "Soon, in the next two days."

"I heard the news that Mu Zichuan, a new official, has taken office. He has been busy inspecting various shops in the capital these days."

"The Ximen Street will be investigated in the next two days. By then, let those people go to Yang's Perfume Shop and have a good time. I think it will be very exciting, cluck..."

…

"Ah sneeze!"

"Ah sneeze!"

On the other side of the capital, at a table on the second floor of a teahouse, Yang Ruoqing sneezed hard.
Chapter completed!