Chapter 2012: Miserable Fiancée vs. Noble Lady (Part 47)

Ever since Chen Mingzhu heard the Lady of the Marquis Mingyi’s words that day, she began keeping an eye on all the flower shops of Jinghua, big and small, and also had people inquire about the famous Gardeners.

But unfortunately, the result she got was all the same: in this season, there was simply no way to grow Peonies.

Today she was at the Marquis’s Mansion, and when she heard that the Flower King Pavilion had suddenly opened its doors, her heart stirred and she had a carriage prepared to come here.

Quite a few people around recognized who she was, and some even frowned and quietly retreated a few steps.

The domineering reputation of the eldest young lady of the Marquis Mingyi’s Mansion had already spread throughout the Capital City.

Yet when Chen Mingzhu saw this scene, not only did she feel no anger, she even felt a bit pleased with herself.

In her eyes, these people behaved this way only because they feared the might of the Marquis Mingyi’s Mansion.

Seeing that everyone was standing outside and hadn’t gone in, she furrowed her brows and strode straight toward the Flower King Pavilion with her maid.

Of course, she was stopped.

Chang Gensheng personally came out and apologized with a smile: "My apologies, Miss. The shop has yet to be properly tidied up; the floor is dirty and messy and might offend your eyes. Please wait a while, and once we’re finished cleaning, then come in and honor us with your presence."

His words were reasonable enough; if it were an ordinary person, they would likely take this step down.

But Chen Mingzhu would not.

Her brows lifted as she said, "This is the first time I’ve ever heard of a business leaving its customers to cool their heels outside. What sort of rare treasures are you hiding in there, that you have to cover them up like this?"

She said coldly, "I truly do intend to be the very first person to step into this shop!"

As she spoke, she tried to force her way in.

Chang Gensheng’s expression changed; inwardly he thought that in this Capital City, there truly were all kinds of people.

This young lady’s bearing was noble, her looks and demeanor both quite fine, yet to think she could be this unreasonable.

Fortunately, in order to curry favor with his future father-in-law, Qi Chengxuan had prepared quite a few men here beforehand, and now they could finally be put to use.

Seeing the row of gray-clad men before her, each with a cool, austere air, Chen Mingzhu felt a jolt of alarm.

She had not expected that this little flower shop’s owner would actually dare to block her way.

The little maid beside her, Lv Yi, scolded shrilly, "How dare you! Do you know what status our Miss holds? Hurry and step aside!"

Chang Gensheng also put away the smile on his face and said Dandan, "I do not know what status this Miss holds, nor do I have any intention of offending any customer today. It’s just that everything must follow its rules. Miss, please do not make things difficult for us."

He was naturally thin-faced to begin with, and today he had deliberately put on a light gauze long robe with a brocade belt at his waist. With his face set like this, he actually carried quite some presence, making it hard for people to see through him.

In truth, Chang Gensheng was feeling somewhat uneasy inside.

He knew his own station, and he also knew that in this The Imperial City, there were countless people who could crush him to death with a mere flick of a finger.

But Qi Chengxuan had told him that if the Flower King Pavilion truly wanted to gain a firm foothold in the Capital City, then besides the quality of its Peonies, as the nominal master of the shop, he himself also had to be tough enough.

Qi Chengxuan had put it this way: "Don’t be afraid. If anyone comes looking for trouble, just slap them right back. If some fool with no eyes appears, just invoke the name of our Prince Ping’s Mansion. Whatever happens, Prince Ping’s Mansion will cover for you!"

So he did his best to keep his posture stiff.

By now, Chen Mingzhu also sensed that something was off.

She was, after all, the daughter of a Marquis’s Mansion, and her horizons weren’t low.

These gray-clad men, in both their bearing and their looks, all appeared far from ordinary.

Could it be that this Flower King Pavilion had some formidable backing behind it?

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Fourth Watch of the Night.

For the next two days, I’ll have to go in for IV drips during the daytime; whether I need to continue after that will depend on how they work.

Mm, tomorrow will also be four Chapters for now; the day after, we’ll see how it goes.

Good night, everyone.