In the Capital, a shop called Treasure Pavilion has emerged, boasting fine goods and high prices, yet no one knows who the owner is.
Merchants, being sharp, came sniffing around, but after various inquiries, they found they couldn't learn a thing.
The formula couldn't be stolen, and the owner couldn't be found.
Everyone understood, though, that to sell a box of rouge and powder for dozens of taels of silver, the owner must have some backing.
The less they could find out, the less they dared to probe further, fearing they might provoke someone they couldn't afford to.
At the same time, they thought Treasure Pavilion was quite audacious—how much could this stuff cost to make anyway? They're bold for asking so much.
Yet all their womenfolk were upset for not being able to place an order.
Such spendthrifts!
Chunyu looked at the account books sent back from Treasure Pavilion with great satisfaction.
"I never thought Nuannuan's method would really work."
