Feng Yi found Yun Zhao's earnest expression amusing, but he didn't let it show. He hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
The concubine selection had upset her, so if this new venture could cheer her up, it would be worth it. He hadn't given a single thought to her actually making a profit.
'If silver were that easy to earn,' he thought, 'the Ministry of Revenue wouldn't be so strapped for cash.'
With Feng Yi's permission, Yun Zhao specially requested an imperial decree. As she put it, if anyone got jealous of her profits and tried to impeach her, she would use the decree to smack them over the head.
Feng Yi actually wrote one for her. Song Yunzhao cradled it in both hands like a priceless treasure, an irrepressible smile spreading across her face.
With the imperial decree in hand, Song Yunzhao began earnestly preparing her cosmetics shop. After discussing it with a few other concubines, they settled on a name for the shop: Baozhuang Building.
