As time drew closer to the one-month deadline Luo Sheng had mentioned, Divine Physician Li still had not entered the Luo estate’s gates.

Wei Han gradually felt he had been deceived by that girl once again. Perhaps having grown accustomed to it, he didn’t pay it much mind.

However, being unable to invite the divine physician was still somewhat troublesome for him…

As for Luo Sheng? She ate when she should eat, drank when she should drink, spending most of her time wandering about, as if she had long forgotten the matter she’d promised Prince Kaiyang.

When Miss Luo went out, she naturally wasn’t alone. Generally, she’d be equipped with one cousin, two maids, and sometimes would bring along a servant woman wearing a face veil.

In terms of grandeur, it was far less than before, but in terms of deterrence, it was not diminished in the slightest.

This could be glimpsed from how quite a few men who fancied themselves handsome would avoid Miss Luo like a venomous snake upon seeing her.

Once again encountering a fair-faced young scholar whose eyes flickered evasively after recognizing Miss Luo, Hong Dou put her hands on her hips and spat.

“Bah! Why doesn’t he piss and look at his reflection—actually thinking he’s some celestial immortal.”

Which of the young lady’s three male favorites wasn’t more handsome than Pan An? Setting aside Young Master Si who was dead, did he know what Young Master Ming and little Fuxue were doing now?

They were raising geese!

Two such beautiful people and the young lady had sent them off to raise geese. That shoehorn-faced fellow from just now—did he think his ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke, that the young lady would fancy him?

The more Hong Dou thought about it, the angrier she became.

Kou’er consoled from the side: “Alright now, ugly people cause more trouble. Getting angry over this isn’t worth it.”

“I’m just angry they have eyes but can’t recognize gold inlaid with jade.” Hong Dou huffed indignantly.

Kou’er covered her mouth with her handkerchief and smiled: “I think they’re not failing to recognize gold inlaid with jade. If they truly avoided our young lady like a venomous snake, couldn’t they just quietly walk away upon encountering her? Why must they put on such a panicked and flustered appearance? Do you know what this is?”

“What?” Hong Dou cooperatively asked.

“Playing hard to get!” Kou’er extended a delicate white finger and pointed. “These types of people act unwilling, but in their hearts they probably can’t wait to be noticed by the young lady. Who is our young lady? She’s Miss Luo who plays with pearls as marbles. Do you really think there are that many noble young masters? There are plenty who can’t afford to eat and want to climb the social ladder.”

In the previous dynasty, there were even two prime ministers who came to blows over marrying a widow to get her substantial dowry. What were these stinking men acting so aloof about?

Hong Dou nodded seriously: “Kou’er, this is the first time I think you’re making sense!”

Kou’er pursed her lips: “When have I not made sense? I’ve said before, just looking at the surface of things won’t do…”

Hong Dou silently covered her ears.

Luo Sheng paid no attention to the two little maids’ chattering. She suddenly stopped and asked the silent Xiu Yue: “Aunt Xiu, what do you think of this place?”

Xiu Yue silently expressed her puzzlement.

She didn’t understand why Miss Luo was suddenly asking her this.

Luo Sheng pointed with her hand and said indifferently: “In the future, we’ll open a wine shop here. Do you think business will be prosperous?”

Aunt Xiu was silent for a while, then spoke honestly: “If the chef has the young lady’s culinary skills, business will definitely be prosperous.”

On the journey to the capital, she had already gained understanding of Miss Luo’s exquisite cooking skills. During these days at the Grand Commander’s estate, she worked in the small kitchen, and Miss Luo would often specifically request that she prepare certain dishes.

When she finished making them and brought them over, Miss Luo would often call her forward to point out the shortcomings of the dish.

And each time she listened to Miss Luo’s guidance, she increasingly felt that Miss Luo resembled the Princess, even occasionally becoming confused for a moment, having the illusion that Miss Luo and the Princess were the same person.

Otherwise, how could there be two people in the world with completely identical ideas?

But the Princess had passed away twelve years ago and had not the slightest connection to Miss Luo.

Perhaps she just missed the Princess too much.

Her Princess—she was the finest woman in this world.

Luo Sheng saw the tears glimmering in Xiu Yue’s eyes. Her heart ached, but she could only pretend not to notice and asked with a smile: “How about having Aunt Xiu be the head chef when the time comes?”

“Me?” Xiu Yue was completely stunned.

“Yes, you’ll be the head chef, and I’ll help too. That way, the wine shop will definitely be packed with customers, right?”

“It will be, it will be!” Before Xiu Yue could respond, Sheng Sanlang, walking at the side, vigorously nodded his head, so excited he nearly grabbed Luo Sheng’s hand.

Was it easy for him? After escorting his cousin to the capital, he’d stubbornly refused to leave, just waiting for the meal his cousin had promised him!

As a result, he’d waited and waited like waiting for the stars and moon. He’d even received a letter from his mother demanding why he hadn’t returned yet, but still hadn’t received that meal from his cousin.

It must be that Heaven couldn’t bear to see him so pitiful—his cousin was actually going to open a wine shop and would personally cook!

“Cousin!” Sheng Sanlang took a deep breath and asked solemnly, “Does your wine shop need a waiter?”

If his cousin would truly cook from time to time, then he’d write home saying he wouldn’t return for the next year or two. He wanted to make his way in the capital and return home in glory.

“A waiter? Naturally one is needed. However, Cousin—”

“I can do it!” Sheng Sanlang patted his chest. “Cousin, look at my build—I definitely have enough strength to carry plates and serve dishes, and I can occasionally double as a bouncer too.”

He pinched his cheeks: “I’m not ugly either, so I definitely won’t scare away the diners.”

He felt attracting more female diners shouldn’t be a problem, but one must be modest and couldn’t say such things aloud.

People passing by shook their heads secretly.

These young masters were really fooling around—actually wanting to be waiters, how could that be possible?

Curious, that person slowed their steps.

“Cousin, will it work or not?” Sheng Sanlang asked with an expectant expression.

“If Cousin doesn’t mind, of course it’s fine.”

Luo Sheng didn’t think there was anything wrong with letting Sheng Sanlang be a waiter, since he was willing himself.

When the wine shop opened, as the daughter of the Grand Commander, she herself would be a chef.

“Then it’s settled.”

Luo Sheng nodded: “Settled.”

The person who had slowed their steps to listen to the commotion walked away with a dazed expression, thinking as they went: When this place opens a wine shop in the future, they must come try it.

Luo Sheng gazed at a certain shop front, the corners of her lips curving up slightly.

These days of wandering had finally yielded results. This shop would be her wine shop in the future.

She had walked through streets and alleys, carefully surveying the layout of areas where nobles gathered, all to select such a perfectly suitable place to open her wine shop.

From the Pingnan Prince’s estate to this location, there was only one most convenient route, and along this route were several places convenient for ambush and concealment.

She would use the wine shop as bait to lure the Pingnan Prince to take the hook. Once the fish was accustomed to traveling a fixed route at a fixed time to feed, she would kill the Pingnan Prince as an offering to her parents and relatives!

Luo Sheng’s eyes were cold and unfathomably deep as she stared at that cosmetics shop, her lips pressed into a tight line.

Sheng Sanlang at her side suddenly realized and reminded: “Cousin, the shop you said you’d open the wine shop in is a cosmetics shop.”

Hong Dou curled her lip in amusement: “So what? If the young lady has taken a fancy to it, she’ll just buy it.”

“I see their business is fairly good. What if they won’t sell?”

The wine shop couldn’t fail to open—how worrying.

“Won’t sell?” Hong Dou’s voice rose several notches as she looked at Sheng Sanlang with an incredulous expression. “What joke is Young Master Cousin making? When our young lady has set her eyes on something, there’s nothing that won’t be sold.”

Not selling could only mean there wasn’t enough money.

Did their young lady lack money?