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No one understood, but Qing Luan did. In her previous life, she had mastered ten foreign languages for business and understood several dialects of minority ethnic groups, so none of this was difficult for her.
"Leave the room next door to me," Qing Luan said before turning to leave.
From their conversation, Qing Luan realized how Yu Wei had driven them away. Those people had a strong taste, and Yu Wei instructed the chef to prepare dishes without salt. After two meals, they felt nauseated and could no longer stay, leaving on their own. This kid was quite clever with his tricks.
Qing Luan couldn't have anyone monitor these people because they wouldn't understand anything; merely watching them was useless. So she decided to take the room next door for herself and keep an eye on them secretly.
All the rooms in Ruyi Tower were designed by Qing Luan, some with good soundproofing and others not so much. The foreigners were staying in the inferior ones—in short, with her next door, she could hear their ordinary conversations clearly.
"Damn it, they say this is the best restaurant, but I feel like throwing up from the food," a hot-tempered man exclaimed as soon as he entered the room. "If the food here still tastes like that, don't blame me for being rude." He had been holding back his anger, but if he encountered such a situation again, he wouldn't care how big the fuss would be.
"Rest assured, it won't happen again," sighed the translator. It was their fault for not being accustomed to the food; if he hadn't insisted on changing restaurants, who knew what would have happened? This time they had come to Beijing secretly and couldn't attract attention, so he had to endure and keep things calm.
"I'm hungry; have someone bring some food here," he said with pursed lips, not pleased by the translator's assurances. Only after eating would he know if he had been deceived.
"I'll go give instructions," the translator shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.
Qing Luan had already told A-Song that these people preferred strong flavors, so she ensured that plenty of chili peppers were used in the dishes, making them salty enough that those who ate praised it highly and tipped the waiter a silver coin, leaving everyone astonished.
"Really wealthy!" Qing Luan concluded lightly after hearing this. Perhaps this was why Prime Minister Huang wanted to befriend them—the old fox.
They sought to expand their territory while he wanted silver; both parties found common ground and colluded together.
Prime Minister's Residence.
"What? They've moved into Ruyi Tower?" Prime Minister Huang frowned upon hearing the news brought back by the translator.
"Yes, those people complained about the food at Tianxiang Restaurant. If I hadn't intervened, things would have escalated," said Luo Bing, a trusted aide of Prime Minister Huang. "When I returned, Ruyi Tower's staff had already delivered food inside, and they were very satisfied..."
"Luo Bing, you should know who the boss of Ruyi Tower is," he thought uneasily about that young girl. If anyone knew of his thoughts, they would surely mock him—an old fox like him afraid of a girl in her teens; wasn't that amusing?
In reality, it was indeed the case that the little girl’s actions made him uneasy, which is why he instructed Huang to refrain from taking further action. Now that Xuanyuan Rui had entered the battlefield, the obstacles to the marriage between the Bu Family and the princess had diminished. He should have felt reassured, yet for some reason, a layer of unease lingered in his heart.
“I know it’s Fourth Miss Chen, but let them stay for a few days. I’ll keep an eye on them; nothing will go wrong!” Luo Bing was quite troubled by those individuals. Fortunately, they couldn’t speak the local language, and the locals couldn’t understand them either; otherwise, things would be quite troublesome.
“Hmm!” Prime Minister Huang felt somewhat at ease regarding their language barrier.
Oh dear, old fellow, you’re too early in your confidence. Fourth Miss Chen understands everything perfectly; she’s far more proficient than your poor translation.
A few days later.
“Miss, are you daydreaming?” Sister Yun noticed her mistress lost in thought again and couldn’t help but wave her hand in front of her.
“…” Qing Luan snapped back to reality and rolled her eyes, closing them again lazily. Well, Sister Yun was right; she was indeed thinking about Xuanyuan Rui and worrying about him—sigh, this Miss Zhu was just so dull.
Seeing that she was being ignored, Sister Yun pouted and muttered, “The Bu Family is so arrogant; they’ve already started discussing betrothal gifts…”
“Betrothal gifts?” Qing Luan was taken aback and blinked. “Didn’t the Bu Family cut ties with Chengyu Pinxuan?”
“Yes! But the princess said that the betrothal gifts must come from Jade Pavilion; otherwise, she won’t marry,” Sister Yun explained. She had come specifically to find out how her mistress would decide on this matter.
“Well, if they don’t want her to marry, then they shouldn’t sell!” To others, Jade Pavilion might be a delicacy, but to her, it was dispensable. If worse came to worst, she could just move elsewhere.
She couldn’t leave herself, but the people in the shop could. She wasn’t afraid of what others might do. Would they really kill her for not selling?
“…Isn’t that a bit too obvious? The others already know about your relationship with the princess. If you do this, won’t it seem like you’re deliberately sabotaging their engagement?”
“What’s wrong with that? They brought it upon themselves; it has nothing to do with me.” If they looked down on her, she certainly wouldn’t shamelessly try to ingratiate herself with them.
The situation remained tense as the Bu Family employed both soft and hard tactics against Jade Pavilion without success. If they didn’t want to sell, then they wouldn’t sell. No amount of money thrown at them would change their minds; they were quite dismissive of such attempts.
Qing Luan innocently said, "I have nothing, just too much silver."
Ten days later, the person sent by Xuanyuan Rui arrived. Qing Luan successfully received him and arranged for him to stay in a secret location. The person in charge of this matter was named Lin Hu, a trusted confidant of Xuanyuan Rui, a brother who had shared life and death together.
When Qing Luan asked him about his journey, he said it had been relatively calm at first, but later it became quite tumultuous. He had been chased several times, resulting in the deaths of two people. Fortunately, he still managed to arrive safely in the capital.
Upon hearing this, Qing Luan realized that the place she had arranged was not safe. If they had been intercepted multiple times on the road without success, it would be even more dangerous once they reached the capital.
The capital was indeed their territory. She didn't have many people to deploy at the moment, and Yu Wei and the others had their own tasks to attend to. Sending too many people to protect those witnesses could lead to unnecessary losses if something went wrong. Therefore, she needed to come up with a foolproof plan—these individuals arriving in the capital would surely provoke a desperate response from others.
Qing Luan's approach was straightforward. Knowing she couldn't control those people, she decided to send them directly to the Princess Mansion. If Prime Minister Huang wanted to stir trouble, he could do so at the Princess Mansion, and she would be more than happy about it.
To avoid putting Yun Nishang in danger, she arranged for them to stay directly within the palace. The Princess Mansion was empty but heavily guarded; it would indeed be quite difficult for anyone to sneak in.
"What? They entered the Princess Mansion?" Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Huang lost his composure.
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes," the messenger reported earnestly.
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