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Chapter 35 Welcome! Please feel free to choose.

People arrived early in the morning to wait in front of Youanju, afraid that they would miss out if they arrived late.

In Kyoto, there's usually nothing that can make these noble ladies flock to it like this. It's true that girls understand girls best.

"Everyone, please make way for me in a bit. I've been looking forward to this for a long time, and I've been eagerly waiting until today."

"Sister, what are you saying? Everyone who came today was eagerly waiting for this."

"I still envy Sister Chu You. The Duchess received a bottle at her birthday banquet, and Sister Chu You got to use it beforehand. I heard that when she went to the palace yesterday, the fragrance on her caught the Emperor's attention. Who knows..."

"If it's uncertain, then let's not speak for now. How can we presume to guess the Emperor's will?"

One sentence silenced everyone, but they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: Li Chuyou was outstanding in family background, appearance, and talent; it was probably only a matter of time before he entered the palace.

"Huh? Why isn't Miss Zhu here?"

At this point, someone noticed that Zhu Ling was late. How could such an event be complete without her?
"That shouldn't be the case. Shouldn't she be the first one to arrive?"

"Stop nagging, or she'll snap..."

Halfway through her sentence, she saw a magnificent carriage stop at the entrance of Fuhua Lane. Zhu Ling, her face meticulously made up, peeked out from behind the carriage curtain. Seeing the large crowd gathered at the entrance of You'an Residence, she couldn't help but smile and say, "These people are really impatient."

She slowly stepped down from the carriage and walked over with unhurried steps.

"Sisters, you've arrived so early! Miss Song hasn't even opened the door yet."

Those from less privileged backgrounds stepped forward to pay their respects, and Zhu Ling glanced at them before exchanging the same greetings with several young ladies from similar backgrounds.

"Huh? It smells so good."

"It really is! How come I didn't smell it just now?"

"The subtle citrus scent is truly refreshing."

A subtle commotion arose in the crowd from the aroma. Zhu Ling raised an eyebrow smugly at the sight, then deliberately walked to the side and leaned closer to Li Xiangrong, asking, "Sister Rong, how have you been?"

Li Xiangrong smiled and nodded, then suddenly realized the scent was much clearer. She was immediately startled: "Sister Ling, is that your scent?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ling blinked in feigned surprise: "Really? So everyone was talking about the smell on me?"

Upon hearing this, the others all moved closer and indeed smelled the fragrance emanating from Zhu Ling even more clearly.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Sister Ling, why do you smell so good today? Did you take a flower bath before going out?"

Taking a flower bath is the simplest way for women in the Da Zhao region to keep the fragrance of flowers on their bodies, but generally people only take baths at night.

Moreover, the natural floral scent lingers on the body for a very short time, and the fragrance is not as strong.

Zhu Ling covered her mouth and chuckled: "Sister, you're joking. I'm using the perfume that Miss Song gave me."

One sentence caused everyone to widen their eyes in surprise.

"Does Sister Ling know Miss Song?"

Previously, when Zhu Ling held a flower appreciation banquet at the Marquis of Fuyang's residence, he only invited a few people with whom he had a good relationship and of high social standing. Many people did not know that Zhu Ling and Song You'an had interacted before.

Zhu Ling nodded: "Does everyone remember the cake we ate at the Duchess's birthday banquet? It was also made by Miss Song. Miss Song and I first met because of the cake."

"Oh, by the way," Zhu Ling pointed to the newly renovated You An Ju in front of her, "I also helped Miss Song with this house."

None of the people present knew about this.

However, they didn't care much about those things; what they were really interested in was experiencing the effects of the perfume more directly.

As the group was getting excited, the gate of Youanju behind them slowly opened.

Song You'an walked out slowly, dressed in a crimson ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). Her jet-black hair was styled into a cloud-like bun, with a few strands of hair lazily falling behind her ears. A breeze blew by, and her hair and the hem of her dress fluttered to one side, making her look gentle and lively today. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please come in."

She smiled and turned slightly to the side. The crowd was unfamiliar with Song You'an's sales model, so their reactions were somewhat slow.

Zhu Ling, on the other hand, was much more composed. She took Li Xiangrong's hand and said, "Sister Rong, let's go in."

Zhu Ling and Li Xiangrong went in first, and the others followed.

Youanju is small and elegant. The front yard is not very big, but the display stand in the yard catches the eye of everyone who enters.

"Miss Song, what is the meaning of this?"

On the display stand, nearly fifty perfumes were arranged one by one, and there was also a box next to it containing many fragrance test cards.

When Song Youan walked to the front of the booth, the others instinctively gathered around, their eyes fixed on the exquisite little bottles and unable to look away.

"Ladies, perfume is a very personal thing. Everyone's sensitivity to different scents is different, so the same bottle of perfume will have different feelings for different people. That's why it's a matter of personal taste."

Hearing Song Youan say this, someone asked, "With so many bottles, how do we know what they taste like? And whether we like them or not?"

Song Youan picked up a fragrance testing card: "This is called a fragrance testing card. Let me demonstrate it for you."

She then picked up a bottle of perfume, sprayed a pump onto the sample card, shook it gently twice, and then held it to her nose to smell it lightly.

The classic Rose of No Man's Land is also one of her favorite perfumes.

"The fragrance tester only needs one pump to preserve the most essential scent of the perfume for the longest time. People can pass it around to smell it, and if someone likes it, they can buy it."

This novel method piqued everyone's interest.

"Miss Song is really clever. This method is very efficient and won't waste the perfume."

Song Youan smiled slightly. Using a fragrance testing card is a basic procedure at perfume counters, and it can indeed be very effective in this situation.

However, they also reminded everyone: "Remember, when you smell the fragrance test card, don't touch your nose, otherwise the scent will linger on your nose and cause other fragrances to mix."

After saying that, she took a few steps back, raised her hand, and extended an invitation to everyone: "Welcome to Youanju. Please feel free to choose."

Seeing this, everyone sprang into action.

"Wow, this bottle is so exquisite."

"Sister, smell this, I think it smells good."

"Let me smell yours too, hey? Which bottle's fragrance is this?"

"This flavor is too strong; I prefer it milder."

"Oh, this bottle smells like ebony and agarwood..."

Everyone was excited; there were more than forty bottles to choose from, enough to make their eyes dazzled.

Only one person did not step forward to join in the fun.

It is Zhu Ling.

She looked at Song You'an with a smile and asked, "Miss Song, you haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you?"

“Of course.” Song You’an nodded. “Miss, please don’t rush. I have prepared some delicious desserts and milk tea in the pavilion. You can have a taste.”

"Milk tea?" Zhu Ling's eyes lit up with interest. "Miss Song has come up with something new again? I'd better try it before anyone else."

My darlings, there are double monthly votes at the beginning of the month! If you have any, please vote for Miss Song as a gift for the opening of Youanju. Thank you everyone.

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