The Commandery Princess Dongyang was not foolish; with Yang Chuxia’s hint, she had an epiphany.
"You’re right, if I open a tea shop, of course I’ll have to get the tea from Yunnan. As I expand my shops further, I’ll need more supplies. There are many tea mountains in Yunnan, so by then, if I bring the tea out and sell it, the money exchanged could improve their lives and even reduce my father’s burdens."
"Exactly, that’s the way to put it," continued Yang Chuxia, "With the Mu Family behind you and the big Buddha, Mu Shaoling, in support, setting up shops would be easy, and you won’t have to worry about people causing trouble. When it’s ti to establish branches, Funan and Shandong are both good choices."
"Tsk tsk, you’re really good at doing business," Commandery Princess Dongyang gave Yang Chuxia a thumbs up and laughed heartily, "I didn’t invite you here in vain today. Not only did I find myself a good business venture, but I might even make so pocket money on the side, haha."
"You need pocket money?" Yang Chuxia looked at her curiously, "Mu Shaoling can’t skimp on your spending? He’s so wealthy; I heard that a single jar of that whitening cream from back in the day cost over a hundred taels of silver."
"Alas, who would ever think they have too much money?" replied Commandery Princess Dongyang. "Besides, if I earn money and don’t need it right away, can’t I save it for my son?"
"Of course, that makes sense," said Yang Chuxia with a smile, taking another sip of tea—she had to admit it was indeed excellent.
"Hey, I heard my sister has guests here? Why didn’t you call your sister over to serve?" Just as Yang Chuxia finished speaking, a slightly shrill female voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard.
Yang Chuxia frowned—who was this, speaking so loudly? But upon reflecting on what this person just said, Yang Chuxia suddenly guessed who it was.
The long-rumored concubine of Mu Shaoling!
As she thought this, the person had already entered the room, not even waiting to be announced, just barging in, which showed her usual insolence.
"Yo, sister, what kind of tea are you drinking here? It slls so good; definitely not the everyday drink we have. Sister always had access to the finest treats back in the mansion—always had a stockpile of wonderful things. Just by this aroma, I can tell it’s not our usual fare. Sister, won’t you share a cup with , please? Alas, I can’t compare with my sister’s noble status, and such fine things rarely co my way."
Yang Chuxia nearly spat out her tea upon hearing this speech.
She sized up the newcor: tall and slender, with a tightly cinched waist showcasing an ample bosom that could rank her among the busty elite. Then there were her peach blossom eyes, flirtatious and captivating—a typical fox spirit look.
However, what she said was incredibly jarring. A few simple words revealed so many implications, her use of ’sister’ trampling over Commandery Princess Dongyang’s principal wife status. It indirectly suggested that Dongyang had hoarded the best items for herself and that she had been miserly with her.
Seeing the newcor made Commandery Princess Dongyang uncomfortable, and upon hearing her words, her face darkened even more.
"Dongyang, who is this calling you sister? Which lady of the household is she?" Yang Chuxia pretended to be unaware and asked.
When the newcor heard Yang Chuxia mistaking her for a lady of the household, she felt smug, convinced she exuded the grace and elegance of a principal wife.
"Madam Ye, this is one of our marquis’s concubines," Su Ma explained to Yang Chuxia seeing that the princess was displeased.
"Oh, a concubine?" drawled Yang Chuxia with a heavy emphasis on ’concubine,’ clearly scornful, before quickly changing her tone, "I’ve always heard concubines call the principal wife ’sister,’ but I’ve never heard a principal wife calling a concubine ’sister.’"
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