Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

"Sigh!" "The boss of the Emerald Cloud Pavilion is going back to his hometown."

"You don't say. I don't know the reason why it's so close to the Plum Blossom. The lady in the Jade Cloud Pavilion is the prettiest."

While Mu Zhihuan was drinking her tea and listening to the conversation of the people at the table behind her, a glint flashed across her eyes.

After filling her stomach, Mu Zhihuan rushed over to the Emerald Cloud Pavilion in a flurry. As expected, the doors were tightly shut.

After calming her breathing, Mu Zhihuan walked up and knocked on the door. After a while, a slightly plump and gaudily dressed woman walked out.

Staring at Mu Zhihuan, he impatiently sent her away, "I don't accept girls here, don't go home."

Was he treating her like a brothel girl who was selling her body?

Mu Zhihuan rolled her eyes in her heart, "Mom misunderstood, I'm here to open a shop."

"A shop?"

When the old procuress heard these two words, her eyes lit up. "Aiyo, look at my mouth. Come in and let's talk. Come in."

After walking to the Emerald Cloud Pavilion, Mu Zhihuan looked around. There was a three-storey wooden building with a huge staircase in the middle that connected each storey to the other.

The whole house gave off a very invigorating feeling. It seemed that the bawd had spent a lot of time and effort in this place.

"Lady, come sit. In this area, if you take over, you'll definitely be able to make money. "

Mu Zhihuan politely received the old procuress's tea. She slightly muttered to herself, "How much silver does mother want?"

"About this, look at all these new things …"

Before the old procuress could finish her sentence, Mu Zhihuan interrupted her, "I don't want any of this. You can give it to someone else for cheaper treatment. I only want this shop, so you can tell me how much silver it is."

"Sure, sure."

The bawd's expression changed, but she quickly put on a smile, "Fifty silver taels for you, how about that?"

50 silver?

Mu Zhihuan immediately rolled her eyes. According to the living standards of this era, fifty taels of silver was equivalent to more than a million taels in the 21st century.

"Mom, let's not beat around the bush. My store is here to make a makeup shop. There is a 'Falling Plum Pavilion' across the street. This is not a good place for me."

Mu Zhihuan absent-mindedly stood up and took out the ring-shaped jade pendant from her waist. It was the one that Jiang Zisu had given her.

Mu Zhihuan glanced at the old procuress out of the corner of her eyes. Seeing the wonderful expression on her face, the corner of her lips curled up slightly.

"Miss, who are you …"

Before she could finish her sentence, Mu Zhihuan interrupted the old procuress, "Who I am is not important. You only need to know that although our master has money, he is not stupid!"

Mu Zhihuan's voice turned low and her pair of cold eyes stared at the old procuress. The old procuress was so frightened that she directly kneeled on the ground.

"This humble one just wants to make a good profit before leaving the capital."

Receiving Mu Zhihuan's questioning gaze, the old procuress lowered her head even more. "Right, Your Majesty …" "Auntie …" The girl has absolutely no intention of offending me. "

"Enough. "Get up. Our master is not an unreasonable person. Think about it carefully. After all, how much money are you prepared to pay for this store?"

She said that she would think it through carefully, but Mu Zhihuan's cold gaze had always been fixed on the old procuress.

Last night, Mu Zhihuan had specially rummaged through the storage room in the main courtyard where she used to live to find the clothes she had previously worn.

Fortunately, although Yang Qiuyu was dissatisfied with Mu Zhihuan, her clothes were thrown into the warehouse after she cast a disdainful glance at her.

He flipped it over and patted off the dust on it. Then, under Yang Qiuyu's despising gaze, he started to carry the clothes into the 'Orchid Pavilion' one by one.

Then this morning, he wore a set of aqua green clothes and passed in front of Yang Qiuyu. The expression on Yang Qiuyu's face could be said to be as wonderful as it could get.

Therefore, the current Mu Zhihuan was wearing the same kind of brocade that her previous self used to wear. It was easy to tell that it was extremely expensive.

Coupled with her fresh makeup and her delicate and pretty face, she was like a beautiful lady from a rich family. It was understandable for her to be hit on the phone by those rascals on the street.

The old procuress looked doubtfully at the richly dressed woman in front of her, her heart at a loss for words.

As one of the more famous brothels in the capital, it was only natural to remember the big shots there.

Since the person in front of her had a medallion which belonged to her master, it went without saying that she belonged to someone else.

As a butcher, she naturally couldn't afford to offend this girl and the person behind her.

Gritting her teeth, the old procuress squeezed out a number through the gaps of her teeth with an ugly expression. "Miss … "This would cost at least twenty taels."

Lowering her by so much all of a sudden? Mu Zhihuan was overjoyed. On the surface, she did not show any emotion on her face. "Twenty taels? Mommy, you must have thought about it. "

"Miss, it really can't be any lower. I just made these a month ago. They are very new. How about I gift them all to Miss?"

Mu Zhihuan hesitated for a long time, but could only do so.

He signed the contract and pledged the deposit. It was settled that he would send someone to make up the rest of the silver tomorrow.

This process was much faster than that of the 21st century. The old procuress had said that she still needed time to sort things out, so she wanted to stay for two more days. Thus, Mu Zhihuan generously agreed to this.

However, it was just a matter of heart. Mu Zhihuan was happily preparing to leave. At this moment, the sound of the door suddenly rang out.

After exchanging glances with the old procuress, she went to open the door.

As the door opened, Mu Zhihuan caught a whiff of a faint fragrance. Her heart tightened. Familiar?

Sure enough, under the bawd's shocked yet slightly dazed gaze, a man dressed in elegant white clothes walked in.

His flowing black hair and his white clothes complemented each other. In addition to Gu Mingxuan's exquisite face, which seemed as if it was carved from a knife, he looked like a fairy from the mortal world. It was so beautiful that it was captivating.