The yellowish-white lumps, emitting a strange smell of animal fat mixed with alkali, lay quietly on the wooden board.
Sansa's brows furrowed even tighter.
Was this what Lynn had spent an entire afternoon concocting from those nauseating fats and dirty plant ash?
It didn't look like much.
"This smell... it's awful."
Arya pinched her nose, speaking truthfully.
Even the usually quiet Myrcella couldn't help but take half a step back.
She had witnessed the entire making process, and her pretty little face was filled with resistance.
"Don't rush."
Lynn seemed not to notice their disdain; he merely turned and took out several exquisite glass bottles from a nearby box.
The bottles contained colorful liquids, as well as some dried petals and herbs.
"What is this?"
Arya's curiosity was piqued once again.
"Rose, lavender, mint..."
Speaking of which, Lynn couldn't help but think of Master Aemon.
If he were still alive and knew Lynn was using his herbal knowledge for these things, what kind of expression would he have on his face... Lynn sighed, no longer allowing himself to overthink.
Lynn twisted open one of the bottle caps, and a rich, pure rose scent instantly filled the courtyard.
Sansa's eyes suddenly lit up.
A small bottle would probably be worth a fortune, and noble ladies could use it to perfume their clothes or for bathing.
Lynn threw a small piece of "soap" back into the pot, slowly melting it over a low flame.
Then, he dripped a few drops of rose essential oil into it and sprinkled a handful of crushed rose petals.
He stirred gently with a wooden stick, and the original strange greasy smell was replaced by a rich floral fragrance.
When the liquid solidified again and was cut into small light-pink squares by Lynn, everyone was stunned.
What lay before them was no longer crude alkali.
It was more like a work of art.
The light-pink paste was dotted with deep red petals, emitting a refreshing rose fragrance.
Lynn handed a piece to Sansa.
"Try it?"
Sansa hesitated for a moment, but the enticing scent made her unable to resist.
She extended her slender fingers, carefully taking the cooled soap.
A servant had already brought a basin of clear water.
Sansa immersed her hands in the water, gently rubbing them as Lynn had done earlier.
The next second, her eyes widened suddenly!
A dense, delicate, and incredibly smooth lather surged from between her fingers.
The feeling was softer than the most expensive velvet, lighter than the smoothest silk!
She subconsciously used the lather to wash the backs of her hands and her cheeks.
Unlike the coarseness of fine sand or the sting of lye, it was an unprecedentedly gentle touch.
It was like a lover's caress.
When she rinsed clean with water, her entire body froze.
She raised her hands, staring blankly at her skin.
Her hands, already well-maintained from years of practicing embroidery and etiquette, were exceptionally smooth.
But now, under the sunlight, they exuded a lustrous, jade-like glow, slippery to the touch, as if water could be squeezed from them.
What shocked her most was that the elegant rose scent seemed to have permeated her skin; it was an indescribably captivating aroma.
Sansa murmured to herself in a daze, not knowing what she was saying.
She touched her cheeks, smooth as a newborn baby's.
Her blue eyes were filled with a shock that overturned her perceptions.
"Let me try! Let me try!"
Arya couldn't wait any longer.
She snatched another mint-scented soap and eagerly began to wash.
"Wow! So cool! So comfortable!"
After washing, she excitedly brought her hand close to Sansa's nose.
"Sansa, smell! Does it smell good?"
Sansa pushed her away in disgust, but her gaze remained fixed on her own flawless hands.
Myrcella also mustered her courage and picked up a lavender-scented soap.
When the delicate lather enveloped her small hands, the little princess's face showed a novel and enjoyable expression.
"My Lord..."
Robb, the steward, watched the three noble young ladies in a state of enchantment, his voice trembling.
He had once been a merchant.
He knew better than anyone the terrifying wealth hidden behind this small piece of "soap"!
Throughout Westeros, all noble ladies were still cleaning their bodies in the most primitive and skin-damaging ways.
If this thing appeared in the markets of King's Landing... Robb felt a dizzy spell.
He seemed to already see mountains of Golden Dragons!
This was exactly what Lynn wanted; while it was true that wars were fought with people, people didn't appear out of thin air, and these Golden Dragons were the best pass to acquire an army.
If he couldn't get money, his time traveler status would be for nothing.
"You are responsible for the mass production of ordinary soap."
Lynn handed him the parchment with the recipe.
"Remember, be quick."
"Don't betray my trust."
Then, Lynn turned and looked at the three girls in front of him.
"And you, you are responsible for the more important part."
Lynn pointed to the bottles containing spices and essential oils.
"Sansa."
Sansa subconsciously straightened her body.
"You know the preferences of those noble ladies best."
"I need you to formulate at least ten different scents; each must have its own name and its own story."
"This..." Sansa's heart skipped a beat.
"For example, this rose scent, we can call it 'Love of Highgarden'."
"This lavender one can be called 'Dornish Dream'."
Lynn smiled.
"You are a princess from stories; fabricating these won't be difficult for you."
Sansa's cheeks flushed slightly.
But her blue eyes sparkled with an unprecedented brilliance.
This was no longer simply making soap.
This was an art of endowing beauty with soul!
"Arya."
Arya puffed out her chest like a little soldier.
"Your task is to follow Steward Robb, supervise the artisans' production process, and ensure that the quality of every piece of soap is impeccable."
"Okay!"
Arya ran off excitedly.
She preferred outdoor activities to boring ledgers.
Finally, Lynn's gaze fell on Myrcella.
The little princess nervously clutched the hem of her skirt.
"And you, Princess Myrcella."
Lynn knelt down, looking into her emerald eyes.
"Your task is the simplest, yet the most important."
"You just need to bathe every day with these most expensive soaps, making yourself the most fragrant and cleanest princess in all of King's Landing."
"You will be our best advertisement."
Myrcella nodded, half-understanding.
She looked at the man before her, her heart filled with endless curiosity.
Who exactly was he?
Why did he know about such incredible things?
He could create miracles that even princesses would go crazy for, using the crudest ingredients.
He... was nothing like the terrifying devil her mother spoke of.
Lynn stood up, surveying his peculiar "startup team" under his command.
A future Queen of the North, a future Faceless Man, and a Baratheon princess.
"Our goal is to empty the moneybags of every noble lord in King's Landing, making them willingly pay for their wives' beauty."
"Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
The three girls answered in unison.
Even a quiet girl like Myrcella was filled with anticipation... Deep into the night.
When the girls had all gone to sleep with dreams of the future, Lynn's study was still brightly lit.
Steward Robb respectfully placed a new ledger on the table.
"My Lord, as you instructed, the first batch of one thousand ordinary soaps has been produced."
"Very good." Lynn nodded.
"Starting tomorrow, all rooms in the seven brothels must be equipped with soap, and the girls must be taught how to use it."
"But... My Lord." Robb hesitated slightly.
"This thing is so precious; giving it to them for free... isn't it too wasteful?"
"Wasteful?" Lynn smiled.
"Robb, you must remember, the most expensive commodity is never the item itself, but habit."
"First, let them get used to cleanliness, used to this sense of decency."
"When they can no longer live without this feeling, what do you think the men who pay will think?"
Robb's body jolted, instantly understanding the key, and his gaze towards Lynn was filled with awe.
This was no longer just a simple business.
This was maximizing influence with the smallest cost.
"I understand, My Lord!"
"Go and do it." Lynn waved his hand.
"I am very much looking forward to seeing the reaction of those men who usually only think with desire, when they smell the clean soap scent on women."
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