The first ready-to-wear hypermarket in Beijing opened.

There was only one brand of clothes inside, with a string of small letters on the hem and collar.

"Chanel."

In this world, no one can understand this brand, and no one understands why she uses such a strange name.

However, to this day, no one questions her decision.

In the hypermarket, many noble ladies come to hang out. The two-story hypermarket upstairs and downstairs has a very wide range, with a wide range of women's clothing.

Of course, there are no men's clothes here, only women's clothes.

Due to the limitations of the times, it is best to sell them separately.

And there weren't even any men shopping for clothes.

Yang Ruoqing was walking and shopping. She was wearing a simple dress and looked unpretentious, just like the most ordinary customer.

She wanted to see with her own eyes how effective this store was.

After a period of observation, she determined that this idea was feasible.

Human acceptance is sometimes beyond imagination.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Western patterns were introduced into the inland areas and soon became popular, which shows that people's pursuit of beauty is endless.

"Take it away, that's what I, the princess, like."

Yang Ruoqing was deep in thought when she was startled by a shout.

Looking sideways, he saw a thin-faced woman wearing a fox fur robe, full of luxury, squinting at her with an arrogant face, followed by two maids.

It turned out to be a wealthy financier.

Yang Ruoqing put down her clothes, too lazy to argue with such people. Anyway, the clothes here were all produced by her own shop.

However, there are some things that she cannot avoid if she wants to.

But when she turned to leave, the thin-faced woman stepped out with one foot, blocking her way.

"Bastard servant, does this princess let you go?"

"What?" Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes slightly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an arrogant person. How long has it been since I heard such a arrogant cry?

"You have offended me and still want to leave? Kneel down and kowtow to apologize." The thin-faced woman said matter-of-factly.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help laughing. How could a person who spoke like this still live so freely? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death outside?

"Are you crazy?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but whispered.

"I am the Princess of Changning and the daughter of Prince Zhuang. Why don't you, a cheap maid, kneel down? Aren't you afraid that your family will be destroyed?" Princess Changning, a thin-faced woman, continued to raise her head and said.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh out loud, because when the princess of Changning raised her head, black nose hairs protruded from the two upturned nostrils, which were particularly obvious.

"What are you two waiting for? Go up and catch this bitch."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's laughter, Princess Changning was really angry. Her anger rose to the sky and she gritted her teeth.

The two maids behind her hesitated for a moment. They were clear-headed and naturally knew the right and wrong.

But if you don't listen to your master, you will be in trouble.

One of the maids rushed over quickly and whispered as she approached Yang Ruoqing: "Run quickly, my princess is not very smart."

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, this maid seemed a bit sincere.

It is not a person with a bad brain, and it is impossible to show off one's prestige in such a large supermarket. Many ladies are watching the fun nearby, in twos and threes, and some of them know Yang Ruoqing's identity.

However, does it make sense if there are pitfalls in the brain?

She is most annoyed by the theory that I am sick and justified, and I can say whatever I want and hit people as I please.

If you are sick, you must treat it!

"Get out of the way."

Yang Ruoqing pressed her palm on her waist, and immediately, a cold light flashed, her figure swayed, and a long sword with a cold light was pointed at the tip of Princess Changning's nose.

There was only a layer of thick paper between them, and Princess Changning's pupils reflected the light of the sword, and she felt as if a cone was piercing her body.

Suddenly, she was too frightened to speak.

The bridge of the nose was high, the wings of the nose were tightened, and even the breathing began to be intermittent.

"Princess Changning, right? In the capital, has no one taught you how to write 'low-key'?"

"No one teaches you, but I will teach you. I will carve two words on your face, low key. You have to remember how to write the strokes. Next time we meet, I will test you."

Yang Ruoqing moved her wrist and the tip of her sword trembled, as if she was going to draw words on her face.

What she holds in her hand is the Moye Sword, which is a real magic weapon that can turn iron into clay.

Let alone carving words on your face, even carving words on the surface of steel is easy.

"You, you dare! I am Princess Changning, and my father will not let you go!" As Princess Changning spoke, the thin flesh on her face was affected, and there was a cry in her tone.

Her eyes were timid, but her words were still tough.

"Everyone, tell me, am I afraid of her father, Prince Zhuang?" Yang Ruoqing glanced around.

"Madam, of course you are not afraid."

"So what about Prince Zhuang? It's not like Madam has never beaten the prince before."

"Yes, I'm afraid Princess Changning wants to start a fight."

The ladies who were watching laughed out loud. They were all people of great status, so naturally they were not afraid of Princess Changning.

Prince Zhuang was just an idle prince who came to Beijing from other places. He was still an old prince of the late emperor's generation. He had no authority at all. At most, he was rich.

Prince Zhuang is no more than that, not to mention his daughter Princess Changning, who is even worse.

"Princess Changning, have you thought about it? If you have thought about it, admit your mistake, leave the compensation and leave."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Look, if my wrist gets sore and drops like this, this divine sword will cut off your nose..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I plead guilty and I will compensate."

Princess Changning now realized that the woman in front of her was no ordinary person. Her psychological bottom line completely collapsed. Tears and snot flowed down her face. However, she still stood motionless, for fear that she might move and touch the blade of the sword.

Immediately, she saw the woman in front of her flick her wrist, and her mind went blank, thinking that the sword was about to cut down at the next moment.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm. She hurriedly threw away a few banknotes and fled in embarrassment with her maid, without even looking back.

The original atmosphere has returned to the hypermarket.

Everyone is a well-informed person, so this little incident was quickly completely forgotten.

But Yang Ruoqing couldn't pretend that this didn't happen.

Back at the mansion, Yang Ruoqing summoned Pan Wenlong.

In addition to taking care of businesses such as shops, Pan Wenlong also worked in the secret guard, collecting information about dignitaries and organizing it into categories.

"Wenlong, are there many princes from out of town coming to the capital now?"

If Yang Ruoqing hadn't met Prince Zhuang today, she wouldn't have noticed this matter.

"Many, including King Zhuang, King Lu, King Shuo, etc..."

"Where did this King Zhuang come from?"
Chapter completed!