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The main street, paved with stone slabs, though not as wide and flat as modern roads, was clean and orderly, possessing a unique charm.
In the city, tall buildings were rare; most shops were one or two stories high, with banners fluttering in the wind, inscribed with various characters. A light rain fell from the sky, shrouding everything in a thin mist, while the distant mountains appeared like dark green silhouettes.
The bustling atmosphere was filled with the scent of smoke and fire; men and women holding oiled paper umbrellas hurried along the street, their expressions hurried.
Song Feiwan took a deep breath, the moisture in the air carrying a hint of earthy fragrance that felt refreshing. She sighed softly to herself, realizing that she would be living in this unfamiliar dynasty from now on.
The carriage arrived at the largest bookstore in the city. Song Feiwan stepped down first, followed closely by Dongzhi, who held an umbrella over her.
Due to the rain, there were quite a few customers inside the bookstore—mostly scholars quietly selecting their books.
Song Feiwan approached a shop assistant and explained her purpose: she wished to see the shopkeeper. Dressed in a lake-blue skirt with a waist cinched to accentuate her slender figure, she wore only a jade hairpin and pearl earrings as adornments. Her ethereal beauty exuded elegance and grace.
The assistant speculated about her noble background and did not dare to be neglectful; he quickly led her to find the shopkeeper.
Once the door was closed behind them, Song Feiwan gestured for Dongzhi to hand over several manuscripts to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper, appearing to be in his forties with a well-proportioned face and an air of scholarly demeanor, looked at her curiously.
“What is this?” he asked.
Song Feiwan replied, “These are sample manuscripts for a story. I would like to discuss a business proposal with you.”
The shopkeeper withdrew his gaze and picked up the papers. “Please wait; let me take a look first.”
After reading just one page, his expression changed, becoming intensely focused.
Soon enough, he finished several pages but seemed reluctant to stop flipping through them. “What comes next?” he asked eagerly.
Song Feiwan smiled lightly. “If we can reach an agreement on this business deal, you will naturally be able to see what comes next.”
The shopkeeper understood and respectfully asked, "My name is Wang An. May I ask how to address you, Miss?"
"I am surnamed Song."
A look of surprise crossed Wang An's eyes, adding a layer of depth to his expression. "So it is Miss Song who wrote that script?"
"Yes."
Wang An said eagerly, "Miss Song, you have truly relieved my urgent need!"
"Oh?"
"I heard that the Emperor has arranged a marriage between the late Prince Chen and the eldest daughter of the Song family! I was just looking for someone to arrange a meeting regarding their script, and I didn't expect you to have already written it!"
He praised her profusely, declaring that this manuscript must be a masterpiece among masterpieces, requiring no embellishment at all. "Please name your price; I would like to buy it!"
After finalizing the deal and leaving the bookstore, Song Feiwan instructed the coachman to head to Mingzhu Pavilion.
As they walked, Dongzhi held up an umbrella and asked, "Mingzhu Pavilion? I happen to know a shortcut; we can get there by going through it."
She pointed in a direction, noting that the path was a bit narrow and wouldn't accommodate a carriage.
Song Feiwan thought for a moment. "Then let's go that way."
"Alright. But Miss, what made you think of going for tea?"
"I'm not going for tea," Song Feiwan replied calmly. "I am going to meet someone."
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