Yuan Jiahe looked at Mu Yun'an and snorted unhappily: "It's really shameless of you to hide such a big thing from me. If I had known that you were the owner of Xiangxue Pavilion, I wouldn't have bothered to come here to buy it.
What rouge?"
Mu Yun'an felt aggrieved: "Didn't I say I did it for you? You had to come here yourself."
Yuan Jiahe: "..."
She curled her lips and didn't bother to argue with her: "I don't care, you will cover all the rouge and gouache I will use in the future!"
"Okay, okay."
Mu Yun'an responded with a smile: "I will pack it for you even if you don't tell me. Let's go. Since you are here, you can go in and choose carefully. Take whatever you like."
Yuan Jiahe happily hugged her and said excitedly: "Yan Yan, you are so kind."
After saying that, he let go of her and ran in to pick out rouge and gouache.
Mu Yun'an stood there and smiled and shook his head.
At this time, there was a person standing in the street not far away, looking at Mu Yun'an's position. She was wearing a black cloak and a wide hat covering her face.
But there was a hint of danger in the eyes that looked at Mu Yun'an, revealing deep hatred.
Mu Yun'an felt the dark wind gusting behind her. She subconsciously looked back and saw a black shadow disappearing from her sight. She thought it was her illusion and didn't care. She looked back and entered Xiangxue Pavilion.
The next day, Yuzhi Tower was raided because of the frame-up of Xiangxue Pavilion, and the Minister of Household Affairs was also implicated and imprisoned for investigation.
For a time, Xiangxue Pavilion became famous in the capital, and its business was extremely good.
But Mu Yun'an did not feel complacent because of this. In order to prevent what happened at Yuzhi Tower from happening again, she personally checked everything and tried her best.
That night.
Mu Yun'an was still inspecting the goods in Xiangxue Pavilion's warehouse, forgetting the time for a moment.
Yuli looked at the sky outside, couldn't help but yawned and said: "Miss, it's already very late, go back and rest, it will be your gift tomorrow."
Mu Yun'an stopped what he was doing and said, "I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."
Yuli said: "Look at whose young lady and Ji Zhili were busy outside before now. Tomorrow is your big day, how could you even forget this?"
Mu Yun'an sighed: "My father can't come back, and my grandmother is no longer here. This gift of hairpins is meaningless to me. It's just another year older."
"Miss."
Yuli's eyes were red and she couldn't help but choked up. She felt very sad in her heart, remembering that her young lady had been looking forward to the gift of hair extensions day and night, because then she could marry Master Yi.
But now that Master Yi is dead and their young lady has forgotten him, this gift of a hairpin is meaningless.
When Mu Yunan saw Yuli crying, she asked with some confusion: "Why are you crying?"
Yuli shook her head, hurriedly wiped the tears on her face and said, "Nothing, I'll go prepare the car. Miss, wait here."
With that said, she turned around and walked out.
Mu Yun'an was waiting in the warehouse when she suddenly heard a slight noise by the window. She thought it was a mouse and walked over, only to see that the window of the warehouse was half open.
She walked over and closed the window tightly, and in the moonlight she saw a drop of blood on the window lattice.
Mu Yun'an was startled and was about to turn around, when suddenly a cold feeling ran down his neck, followed by the man's low voice that fell into his ears: "Don't move."