Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 113: Prices in Beijing are really expensive

"Your Highness is out?"

Wei Baichuan was still checking the gift list with the butler when he heard the news that Feng Twelve and Fang Tong were going out.

The two men traveled light, without any guards, and left in such a dignified manner.

Wei Baichuan looked at the box left at his feet, hesitated for a moment between following him out and continuing to work, and said decisively: "Find a few people to follow from a distance, don't go forward if there is nothing to do, let His Highness relax tonight."

Xiaonian jumped over and said, "Boss, I'll go."

"Why are you going?" Wei Baichuan slammed the gift list on his forehead. "I'm tired of seeing your familiar face. Send two strangers instead. It's better if they are people Miss Fang doesn't know."

Xiaonian touched his forehead and said, "Why do you want to change to a stranger?"

"What do you know? You can only be relaxed when you see something new." Wei Baichuan glared at him and said, "Move these boxes to the guest room. Be careful not to break them."

In the evening, the capital city is bustling with traffic and people. The hustle and bustle of the day has not yet dissipated, and the night drama has already begun.

Fang Tong walked in the crowd, glancing around from time to time. His hesitant gaze did not look like he was shopping, but rather like he was investigating a case.

Feng Twelve stared at her for a long while, and finally asked, "What are you looking at?"

"See if anyone is paying attention to us." Fang Tong asked, "You come out like this, aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows: "I can't see anyone?"

Fang Tong laughed: "I mean, aren't you afraid of being recognized?"

"So what if they recognized me?" Feng Twelve said, "The people in the capital are well-informed. They won't be any different just because they saw me."

"I'm afraid you'll be in danger," Fang Tong thought of this question only after he left the house. "You didn't take a carriage or a horse. What if you run into someone who escaped the net at Prince Ping's mansion..."

"No." Feng Twelve said.

His answer was firm and decisive. Fang Tong's mouth twitched: "Better safe than sorry."

Feng Twelve turned around and looked into the distance: "Wei Baichuan will send people to follow us."

Fang Tong followed his gaze and asked, "Where is it?"

"You can't see." Feng Twelve grabbed her sleeve and gently pulled her to the side, "Go this way."

He led her around the corner and came to a long street lined with shops.

It was still daylight, and the lanterns in the houses had not yet been lit. The setting sun dyed the doors red, and the colorful flags fluttered in the wind.

Fang Tong followed Feng Twelve into a shop. The shop had five rooms and was spacious and bright. Both walls were lined with wooden shelves with several rows of ready-made clothes neatly hung on them.

Behind the bright red lacquered wooden counter, a female shopkeeper was checking the accounts.

She heard someone coming in, looked up, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Your Highness?" The female shopkeeper put down the account book and came out from the counter. "Why are you here? Please take a seat inside."

Feng Twelve nodded at her and said to Fang Tong, "This is Ming He."

As soon as Fang Tong heard the name, he knew that this person was the manager who ran the clothing store for Feng Twelve.

She looked at her curiously and saw that Minghe was tall, beautiful, with eyes as clear as autumn water and her movements were quite neat.

"Hello, Shopkeeper Ming." She greeted him with a smile, "I'm Fang Tong."

Ming He smiled back, "Hello, Miss Fang."

There was no surprise on her face, but she was genuinely surprised.

She had seen Fang Tong dressed like this before. Before leaving Beijing, Feng Twelve had asked her to buy a few sets of women's clothes. After returning to Beijing, he asked her to order a box of jewelry to be sent to the prince's mansion. She personally selected all these things, so she recognized Fang Tong as soon as she entered the store. Could it be that His Highness prepared these things for this Miss Fang? Why hadn't she heard Baichuan mention it?

Ming He thought about it and decided to wait for her husband to come home and give him a thorough trial.

She wanted to invite the two to the inner room to talk, but she heard Feng Twelve say, "No need, you go do your thing, I'll take a look and then leave."

Ming He was getting more and more confused, and asked with a smile, "Your Highness, do you want to choose clothes?"

"No." Feng Twelve answered simply.

Fang Tong laughed secretly. Fortunately, he was the owner of this store. If all the customers in the world spoke like him, the store owner would have been pissed off to death.

She saw a row of small shelves in front of the clothes hanger on the east side, which were hung with waist belts of various colors. She left the belt Twelve and walked over.

"Which waist belt does Miss Fang like?"

As a businessman, Ming He instinctively did not miss any business. She followed Fang Tong and introduced her carefully: "This is the weeping peony brocade woven from Huzhou. It goes well with purple or green shirts. This is the brocade ribbon from Dingzhou. It was just delivered yesterday. And this silk ribbon is the popular pattern in the palace this year."

"What about this one?" Fang Tong pointed to a leather strap on the far right.

"Miss Fang has good taste," Ming He praised with a smile, "This is a leather belt with double lions and auspicious patterns that I bought from a merchant in the Western Regions. It symbolizes peace and protection."

She glanced at Feng Twelve calmly and said to Fang Tong softly, "But this leather belt is mostly used by men. If Miss Fang wants to use it for herself, it may be a bit too big."

"How much silver?" Fang Tong asked.

Ming He pursed his lips and smiled: "Miss Fang is a guest brought by His Highness. If I don't accept money, it would be disrespectful to her. If I accept money, I'm afraid His Highness will not agree."

"Wait a moment." Fang Tong said, and returned to Feng Twelve.

"Your Highness, I see there is a dim sum shop over there called Fumanzhai. It is very famous in Beijing. Have you ever been there?" she asked softly.

Feng Twelve heard this strange tone and his eyes moved slightly: "You want to eat?"

Fang Tong curved his eyebrows, smiled and nodded, then revealed a somewhat embarrassed look: "But there is a long queue over there, can you please help me get a seat?"

Feng Twelve looked across the street: "You're not going?"

"I want to stay here for a while longer," Fang Tong made a begging gesture to him, "Please help me, Your Highness."

Feng Twelve lowered his eyes to look at her, and Fang Tong looked at him sincerely.

The two were silent for a while, and Feng Twelve said, "Okay."

After saying that, he left decisively.

As soon as he left, Fang Tong immediately turned around and smiled at Ming He: "Manager Ming, can you sell me this leather belt?"

Ming He had just seen the two of them talking, and his expression had been somewhat strange, so now he looked at her with even more meaningful eyes.

"If Miss Fang really wants it, I'll give you a real price." She walked to the door, looked at Feng Twelve's receding back, turned her head and smiled, "If His Highness asks, please tell him that our shop doesn't dare to make more money."

"make a deal."

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Tong rushed to Fumanzhai across the street holding a brocade box.

She found Feng Twelve from the crowd, grabbed his sleeve, and whispered, "Let's go."

Seeing her hurried look, Feng Twelve looked around vigilantly, only to see the guards sent by Wei Baichuan standing far away at the street corner, and there was nothing unusual around.

He let her drag him out of the team and grabbed her wrist: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Fang Tong held the brocade box tightly in one hand, looking at the price tag hanging in front of the snack shop, reluctant to leave, "I just feel that the prices in Beijing are really expensive."