After the meeting, Shen Hua held the gold bracelet that Dowager Cui had taken off from her wrist.
The sky dimmed, and dusk was about to set in. The evening glow on the horizon was being devoured by the night sky. Zhang Su, usually a woman of few words, rarely had a smile on her lips: "Miss Shen, are you going to visit Juchao Pavilion the day after tomorrow?"
Shen Hua paused for a moment with her fingertips.
She was somewhat annoyed: "How come Juchao Pavilion has not yet shut down."
What is Yifeng Hall even doing!
Seeing this, Xue Shuyue pursed her lips: "What nonsense are you talking about? Ever since Juchao Pavilion started working with Shen Family's Embroidery Workshop, all the embroideries they sell are of the highest quality, and their Shopkeeper isn't as heartless as Yifeng Hall's, offering lower prices too."
In the past, who would have wanted to buy embroideries from Yifeng Hall?
"Nowadays, the business at Juchao Pavilion is much better than at Yifeng Hall."
