Goddess Atlas, Starting from the Queen

Chapter 9 It seems our chance has come

Hearing the guard's words, Ji Wenjie immediately said, "Speak."

The guard quickly said, "Your Majesty intends to remain in seclusion for six months. During this time, all court affairs will be handled by the Empress."

Hearing this, Ji Wenjie's face instantly darkened.

What he was most worried about happened.

His father was in seclusion, which meant that his other two brothers could suppress him unscrupulously, or even attack him directly.

When his father comes out from seclusion, even if he knows why he died, he probably won't say much. After all, his father climbed up by stepping on the corpses of his brothers.

Li Cheng immediately said to Ji Wenjie, "Your Highness, we don't have much time left. We must hurry and obtain the dragon energy from King Xiaoyao, otherwise those two will definitely take this opportunity to attack you."

Ji Wenjie frowned and said, "My relationship with Prince Xiaoyao is not good yet. If I visit him rashly, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win his favor."

As soon as Ji Wenjie finished speaking, he heard a noise coming from the opposite street.

Li Cheng looked towards the shop across the street and said with a smile, "Your Highness, it seems our chance has come."

At this moment.

Jinhua Pavilion.

Several men in coarse clothes stood at the door of Jinhua Pavilion, and the street was filled with ordinary people.

A man cursed fiercely at the gate of Jinhua Pavilion, "This is how you do business at Jinhua Pavilion. What kind of cloth are you selling? The clothes my wife made for me are ruined by just pulling them!"

At this time, another man chimed in, "That's right, don't think you can sell inferior counterfeit goods just because you're in Xiaoyao Palace. You must compensate us!"

Then someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Pay money, pay money, pay money!!!"

"Pay money, pay money, pay money!!!"

For a moment, the people on the street were outraged.

At this time, the shopkeeper at the door of Jinhua Pavilion was sweating profusely, barely daring to breathe. Seeing the crowd of onlookers growing, Song Yongliang wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and stood up and said, "Everyone, our Jinhua Pavilion is a store directly under the Xiaoyao Palace. We absolutely cannot sell fake and low-quality cloth."

"There must be some misunderstanding here."

The burly man standing at the door walked straight up to Song Yongliang. Song Yongliang was so scared that he quickly took two steps back.

The strong man Zhang Zhiqiang took out a piece of cloth. There was a circle in the lower right corner of the cloth, and the words "Xiao Yao" were written in the circle.

Zhang Zhiqiang pointed at the pattern and asked, "Just tell me if this cloth belongs to your Jinhua Pavilion!"

Song Yongliang looked at the pattern on the cloth and stammered, "It should be... it should be."

As soon as Song Yongliang finished speaking, Zhang Zhiqiang pulled the cloth lightly, and the cloth was torn into pieces in an instant. Zhang Zhiqiang then pulled it a few more times, and the cloth was immediately torn into pieces.

Then Zhang Zhiqiang said loudly: "This is the cloth from your Jinhua Pavilion. It's not even as good as paper. How can you use this kind of cloth to make clothes!"

"Just because you're a shop owned by the Xiaoyao Palace, does that mean you can sell such low-quality cloth?"

As soon as Zhang Zhiqiang finished speaking, the emotions of the people in the crowd who had bought cloth were aroused again.

“Pay compensation!!!”

“Pay compensation!!!”

"Pay compensation!!!" Seeing people's emotions becoming more and more agitated, Song Yongliang's face became paler and paler.

He didn't know what was going on. The cloth they sold was originally in good condition, but in the past few days, many people suddenly came to say that there was something wrong with their cloth and it would fall to pieces when torn.

The key point is that there are patterns of Xiaoyao Palace on those cloths, and it is obvious that those cloths come from their Jinhua Pavilion.

Later, he carefully checked the cloth in Jinhua Pavilion and found that the cloth in Jinhua Pavilion would shred into pieces if torn, which scared him.

He is the shopkeeper of Jinhua Pavilion, but in the final analysis he is just a servant in Xiaoyao Palace. Such a big thing happened in Jinhua Pavilion all of a sudden, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

During the past two years, various problems have arisen in all industries of Xiaoyao Palace. Now the income of Xiaoyao Palace is getting less and less, and now it relies on a few cloth shops to survive.

If any problems arise in Jinhua Pavilion, the other cloth shops in Xiaoyao Palace will inevitably be affected. At that time, the cloth shops in Xiaoyao Palace will be forced to close like other industries in Xiaoyao Palace.

If the cloth shop is closed, Xiaoyao Palace will basically have no source of income, and then there will be no way to support so many people in Xiaoyao Palace.

At this moment, the crowd on the street was suddenly separated by a group of people holding swords. Although those people were only wearing ordinary people's clothes, they were not ordinary people because they could hold swords on the street.

After seeing the swords in these people's hands, no one present dared to block their way.

As the crowd parted a path, a man in a gray gown slowly walked over.

The man asked, "What happened? What are you doing here?"

Zhang Zhiqiang glanced at Li Cheng, frowning slightly, a subtle glint in his eyes. He said loudly, "The Xiaoyao Palace is selling inferior cloth. We are here to demand an explanation from them!"

Hearing this, Li Cheng looked at Song Yongliang and asked, "Is this true?"

Song Yongliang did not answer immediately, but asked: "I wonder who you are, sir?"

Li Cheng said directly: "I am an ordinary staff member in the Third Prince's Mansion, not an important person."

Although Li Cheng said this, as soon as he said it, everyone immediately realized that Li Cheng's identity was not simple.

How many people who can have a relationship with the prince are ordinary people?

At this time, before Song Yongliang could speak, Zhang Zhiqiang pulled Li Cheng and said, "Sir, you have to make a decision for us. Xiaoyao Palace relies on their status to sell low-quality cloth. We have saved money for several years to buy these cloths."

Li Cheng glanced at Zhang Zhiqiang's slightly raised arm and instantly understood what was going on. He turned his head again to look at Song Yongliang and asked, "The fabrics of your Jinhua Pavilion have always been of high quality. How could something like this happen?"

Song Yongliang said, "Sir, we don't know what happened. Our cloth was fine when it came out of the cloth shop, but suddenly it became like this. I suspect someone did something to our cloth."

Zhang Zhiqiang immediately said, "Don't try to quibble. It's clear that you, the Xiaoyao Palace, are relying on your status to harm us ordinary people."

Li Cheng glanced at the common people present, then said calmly, "Perhaps you don't know yet, but Prince Xiaoyao has been bedridden for several months, and his health is almost exhausted. This kind of thing has never happened in Prince Xiaoyao's mansion before. I don't believe that Prince Xiaoyao would let his people do such a thing at this time."

After hearing Li Cheng's words, the people present instantly quieted down.

Although they had no good feelings towards Lu Ming, the King of Freedom, he was the descendant of the old King of Freedom after all, and they still had some respect for the only immortal in the Great Zhou.

Now that the descendants of the only immortal in the Great Zhou Dynasty may be dying, they still feel a strange sense of sympathy in their hearts.

Li Cheng's words stopped the people present from making a fuss.

Li Cheng looked at Song Yongliang and said, "How about this, I'll pay you back all the money for the cloth first, and then report this to the Prince of Wangfu, and have him send someone to investigate who is ruining the reputation of Xiaoyao Palace."

(End of this chapter)