Chapter 15

Bo Re City, Divine Fragrance.

Divine Fragrance was the most famous jewelry store in the city. All the noble young ladies and wives used this as the standard. They were even willing to pay a high price to buy from here.

“Imperial Uncle, how did you hear about this jewelry store? You’ve only been in Bo Re City for a few days…” Yang Zhao’s mouth twitched as he questioned the one next to him.

“Heh, young ladies like jewelry, so of course I have to adjust to their tastes. Otherwise, which young lady would like me?” Yang Ze smiled evilly and bought a row of accessories with a swipe of his hand.

People came and went in Divine Fragrance due to Yang Ze and Yang Zhao’s appearance…. No, more precisely it was due to Yang Ze that the store was overflowing with people.

Through the gaps in the shelves, the young ladies’ eyes were following Yang Ze’s figure.

Yang Ze turned back. His gentle eyes looked at the staring girls before he suddenly smiled.

Yang Ze continued to play with the jewelry as if he wasn’t aware that the wave after wave of excitement was due to him.

Yang Zhao was already accustomed to this but he still complained, “Those young ladies’ faces have almost turn as red as a monkey’s butt! Imperial Uncle, can you not be so ostentatious next time?”

It was just too shameless!

Yang Ze gave him a lazy glance, “If you didn’t parade yourself with me, when would so many girls surround you?”

“…” Yang Zhao’s chest felt so stuffy!

After consoling himself, Yang Zhao said, “Imperial Uncle…”

“Little Zhao, are you thinking that the girls aren’t enthusiastic enough to me, and that I should tell them that my status is noble and my family is rich?”

Yang Ze sighed and looked at was looking at him like he was a fool… that was from his family.

Yang Zhao’s mouth twitched again and he spoke, “Uncle, you bought so much, but which one of these are for Miao’er and Chuo’er?”

The Third Princess Yang Miao was borne by Concubine Yu and was Yang Zhao’s blood-related little sister.

And the Fourth Princess Yang Chuo was borne by Concubine Zheng. Yang Zhao also liked her very much.

Yang Ze carelessly replied, “I bought so much, there’ll at least be one to their liking, right?”

Yang Zhao helplessly stared with wide eyes. He really wanted to say, ‘Imperial Uncleee, Miao’er and Chuo’er like the jewelry you personally select for them!’

They all knew that Yang Ze had no blood relation with the imperial family, and the several princesses all had a good impression about this man. No matter whose son-in-law he was, they would be happy.

But no matter how many were smitten with him, Yang Ze carried a look about him like he didn’t know, treating every princess with the same courtesy.

Yang Zhao rolled his eyes and gave a sly smile, “Buying so much, are you leaving a portion for Yang Chan?”

Second Princess Yang Chan was the daughter of the Empress and always wore a condescending expression. Yang Zhao knew that Yang Ze didn’t like her and deliberately joked.

Yang Ze chose not to answer. His gaze went past the gaps in the shelves and stared at the light green figure at the counter.

His lips curled up slightly and he revealed a mischievous smile, “That ugly duckling looks much better now…”

We meet again, Shi Qingshan.

Next to the counter, Shi Qingshan and Wen Cha were walking along, checking out the items. Just when she was thinking of calling over a clerk, unexpectedly, a clerk walked over.

The clerk had a disgusted expression and waved impatiently, “Go, go, go! Don’t look if you aren’t going to buy!”

Not only that, another clerk came over and pushed them away towards the door.

Shi Qingshan’s face turned cold. These clerks were full of smiles at the other customers, but the moment they came in they were making trouble out of nothing. It would be strange if there wasn’t a problem!

Wen Cha yelled at them with a red face, but the clerks didn’t listen to her at all.

“Hey, call the manager out! Is Old Master Jiu’s handwritten letter not useful anymore?”

Under pressure, Wen Cha took out the letter, held it high and waved it around.

Shi Qingshan’s head hurt. She regretted handing over the letter to Wen Cha to keep.

There was only this one letter in this world. Not the slightest harm could befall it!

Seeing the clerks hesitate, Wen Cha felt relieved, thinking that they at last scared them.

In the next moment, the manager shouted in a loud voice, “Dare to counterfeit the old master’s letter? Chase them out!”

Right after, the clerks snatched away the letter and prepared to rip it apart. Wen Cha’s heart almost flew into her throat.

“Heh, being so rough to a young lady, aren’t you afraid of this spreading to the other young ladies and end up cutting off your family line?”

The cold, spring-like voice sounded by her ear. Shi Qingshan was caught by a pair of big hands and retreated a few steps, avoiding the clerks’ pushing.

She raised her head and only saw Yang Ze smile brightly and look down at her.

An awkward expression rose on her face.

“Young Miss!” Wen Cha exclaimed. She stared blankly at Yang Ze and couldn’t find it in her to speak.

She was originally going to run over and save her young miss, che, but the guy reached before her!

Shi Qingshan looked at Wen Cha who missed her chance this time around, then quickly stood up straight and backed far away.

Seeing Shi Qingshan’s eyes full of vigilance, Yang Ze laughed, “Am I a beast to you?”

“Definitely,” Yang Zhao lowly muttered.

Imperial Uncle was too much! He just had to strike up a conversation with every girl on the street! Please, this girl could barely be considered as delicate!

Shi Qingshan nodded warily, “Thank Young Master for helping.”

Just when Yang Ze wanted to say a few more words, Shi Qingshan had already turned around and faced off with the clerks.

“This is how you treat your customers? Does Divine Fragrance want to shut down?” Shi Qingshan didn’t hold back at all.

The clerks suddenly felt scared. They didn’t know if they were afraid of Shi Qingshan’s angry appearance, or Yang Ze who was standing behind her.

Yang Ze lazily said, “Tell the manager to roll over.”

“You…”

The clerk pointed at Yang Ze and wanted to tell him off, but his temper was quickly trampled by Yang Zhao, “Even I treat uncle with courtesy and respect, yet you dare to point?!”

Uncle?

Shi Qingshan frowned and stared at him. They were obviously around the same age, but had an uncle relationship?

Seems like this person’s background was quite complicated… really can’t provoke.

Shi Qingshan was just about to find the manager when she was stopped by Yang Ze, “Fifth Young Miss, do you not want your letter anymore?”

Shi Qingshan turned around and gave an annoyed look at Wen Cha.

Wen Cha wasn’t sure herself how she managed to walk to Yang Ze. Her face was red as she stretched her hands out.

Yang Ze smiled deeply, looked at Shi Qingshan and didn’t speak.

Shi Qingshan cursed him in her heart, but could only walk forward, smiling as she reached out a hand: “Many thanks, Young Master.”

Yang Ze leisurely walked to the counter, “You’re just a little girl and definitely can’t compete with a black-hearted manager. With me here, whether you want to kill or set fire, all will be fine!”

Seeing this ‘esteemed’ one’s back, Shi Qingshan’s eyes was full of anger as she quickly caught up.

Pah!

Yang Ze only lightly threw the letter onto the counter, but the manager actually trembled three times.

The manager still managed to remain calm, “This store earns some small profits. Even if you two want to forcibly buy it, this store cannot be sold.

Still dare to pretend?

Shi Qingshan faintly said, “Did someone instruct you long ago not to allow me to step into this store?”

The manager’s eyes panicked for a moment, but how could this old man be startled by a fifteen year old girl?

“I am the manager, whatever I say goes. Who dares to control—”

“The madam?”

The manager was stunned and his forehead broke out in sweat.

Shi Qingshan spoke once again, “Then you should know who I am.”

The customers all stopped and watched the fight.

Those that had a sharp eye recalled the young lady of the Prime Minister’s residence that was pressed by the workers: the wronged Shi Qingshan. “Hey, isn’t that the Fifth Young Miss of the Prime Minister’s residence?”

The manager’s pupils shrunk. Shi Qingshan coldly berated, “This Divine Fragrance store once belonged to the surname Jiu, not Mo. I see that you’ve reached the end of your line as manager here.”