The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

Ji Mengshu thanked them and sent them away. Looking at the box of colorful and fragrant rouge, she couldn't help but think of her past life.

It was also during this period that rouge produced in the Western Regions began to become popular among girls in Beijing, but it was rare and it was very troublesome to get a box of it.

She got a lot of it after entering the palace, and she also figured out the recipe on her own, and asked the palace servants to prepare it for her exclusive use.

Speaking of which, this is an extremely profitable business.

Ning Rongzhang wanted to rebel, so he must be short of money. His fiefdom was adjacent to the Western Regions, so the materials available there were also available in his fiefdom!

If we could persuade him to do business and help him make money, wouldn't he be able to start the rebellion sooner?

Ji Mengshu narrowed his eyes, turned back to his room, and started writing quickly.

When it got dark, she knocked on Ning Rongzhang's door with a stack of papers in her hand: "Sir, have you gone to bed? Can I disturb you for a moment?"

Ning Rongzhang was on the bed, regulating his breathing. His complexion had improved a lot. Hearing the voice, he quickly lay down and pretended to be weak: "Miss, please come in."

Ji Mengshu pushed the door open and saw him lying with his upper body naked. Most of the quilt had fallen down, revealing his straight chest. She couldn't help but blush.

She turned her head away as if nothing had happened and helped him pull up the quilt: "If it is inconvenient for you, just tell the servants to serve you. You don't have to be polite."

The soft fingertips accidentally brushed Ning Rongzhang's skin, causing his breathing to pause.

After a while, he came back to his senses, thanked her hoarsely, and asked, "Miss, do you have something to tell me?"

"There is something."

Ji Mengshu carefully took out the stack of recipes and said calmly, "Sir, you are a businessman, so do you have a gouache shop under your name?"

Ning Rongzhang was stunned. This... seemed to be impossible.

But when the beauty asked him, he had to have it even if he didn't have it, so he said decisively: "Yes, but it's not in the capital, it's in my hometown in the western border."

"That would be great."

Ji Mengshu pretended to be excited and asked casually, "Is that the fief of His Royal Highness Prince Changyou? I heard that the prince is wise and the fief is very rich and the scenery is beautiful. I really want to go and see it."

Ning Rongzhang couldn't help but curl up his lips: "Miss, if you want to go, I will definitely give you a warm reception. Prince Changyou is indeed a good man, and he hasn't married yet. Ahem...but Miss, please ask the powder shop if there is any powder or rouge you want?"

Ji Mengshu thought he was shameless and boasted so skillfully, but she didn't expose him: "No, I just have a few rouge recipes passed down from my family, but I don't have the ingredients. But I heard that those things are produced in abundance in Western Xinjiang, so I guess you can help me?"

Ning Rongzhang took it, and his body stiffened the moment their fingertips touched.

He withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, looked at the prescriptions carefully, and narrowed his eyes.

These things are indeed available in Western Xinjiang.

If she likes it, just do it for her!

He said without hesitation: "I will write a letter and ask someone to bring it over."

"..."

How could this stubborn person not be smart? Didn't he smell the scent of silver?

"Then thank you, sir."

She bit the bullet and said it more bluntly: "Young Master said before that he wanted to give me half of Wanbao Pavilion. Although I dare not accept it, I have an idea. Can you order people to mass-produce these things and sell them in Wanbao Pavilion and its branches? I only want 10% of the profits, and the rest belongs to you."

After a pause, she continued, "Speaking of which, Western Xinjiang is where three countries meet. If King Changyou can open up trade routes and trade with other countries, I think it will become even richer, right?"

Ning Rongzhang held the formulas in his hands, his eyes suddenly becoming deep.

His little girl... this was a gift to him of unimaginable wealth!

Ning Rongzhang is not really an idiot.

On the contrary, he is extremely smart.

He learned to read at the age of three, and wrote poems at the age of five. When he was only nine, the Grand Tutor of the Imperial College praised him as a man blessed by Heaven and a literary star was born.

Unfortunately, even so, his life in the palace was not easy.

The former King Changyou had warned him not to show off his talents and not to embarrass the current Emperor Yanping.

A father actually regards his nephew as more important than his own children.

Ning Rongzhang only needed to take a look at the gouache recipe to know that there were unlimited business opportunities.

This time, he would not just respond to Ji Mengshu casually. He immediately put on his coat and got out of bed.

Ning Rongzhang replied solemnly: "Thank you very much, Miss."

After he finished speaking, he blew another short whistle, and a Saker Falcon flew in from the window.

She copied the recipe in front of Ji Mengshu and wrote a letter to inform her subordinates to buy herbs and make rouge.

"Young lady saved my life, so I should repay you with courtesy. Young lady should have a share of the profits from Wanbao Pavilion."

"Now the young lady has given me this exquisite watercolor formula. Merchants value honesty and trust. I know that this watercolor will be sold widely after it is made, so I hope the young lady will accept 50% of the profits of Wanbao Pavilion."

Ning Rongzhang's tone was a little tougher than before, revealing a bit of the arrogance of being the King of Changyou.

He looked at Ji Mengshu's face and said deliberately: "If the lady doesn't accept it, it means she looks down on me."

He had finished speaking and Ji Mengshu stopped resisting.

Refusing too many times would also arouse King Changyou's suspicion.

Now she has not revealed her identity. To King Changyou, she is at most a lady from a small country family.

How can you not love money?

Thinking of this, Ji Mengshu sighed softly, and nodded in anticipation and shyness: "Sir, your kindness is hard to refuse, so I will gladly accept it."

"But rest assured, sir. I won't take advantage of you for nothing. If there are any problems with the operation of Wanbao Pavilion in the future, you can come to me for consultation."

Based on Ji Mengshu's understanding of the future cosmetics market, her formula in exchange for a 5% stake from Wanbao Pavilion is definitely not too much.

However, Ji Mengshu is not short of money. What she wants is to play the long game and catch the big fish, Prince Changyou.

Following Ning Rongzhang's words was the chance to meet Ning Rongzhang openly in the future.

So when Ji Mengshu saw Ning Rongzhang nod, he said, "Of course, I will leave this Saker Falcon to you. If you have any important matters in the future, you can contact me at any time."

She was very relieved.

Yes, we are one step closer to overthrowing the throne of that bastard Ning Huaixuan!

Ji Mengshu was happy, and Ning Rongzhang was also in a particularly good mood.

Half of the Wanbao Pavilion was finally given away, and it was obtained without any effort.

Not only that, Ji Mengshu, as the new shopkeeper, was very positive and just made an appointment with Ning Rongzhang to continue discussing business in detail tomorrow.

Ning Rongzhang was overjoyed thinking that he would be able to meet the beautiful lady again tomorrow.

Both of them got what they wanted in this conversation, but neither of them thought much about the other's abnormality.

That night.

The two fell into a dream and felt more peaceful than usual.

The next day, the weather was clear and the air was fresh. Ji Mengshu set up a lounge chair in the yard of the villa to bask in the sun.

Ning Rongzhang saw her as soon as he got up and went out. He looked at the sky, then looked at the beautiful woman who was dozing lazily. He turned around and found a bamboo umbrella.

Ning Rongzhang stood with an umbrella, walking beside Ji Mengshu to block the sun: "The sun is hot, don't get sunburned."