The crescent moon in the capital is still hanging in the sky.
Chen Qingqiu walked on the bustling street while supporting her elderly mother, her legs trembling uncontrollably. It's so cold... It's early spring, but the two of them are only wearing a coat as thin as a cicada's wings. It's even colder than that night when the snow fell, leaving people with holes in their hearts.
She knew she had no chance of making a comeback, but she still borrowed the money from her sister to open a rouge shop.
Too deserted.
Later, Director Qu took his sister to visit the shops and happened to see a uniquely decorated but refreshing fragrance - Qiu Nuan Rouge Shop.
"Director Qu, it's raining today, you'd better go back home as soon as possible."
"Your rouge smells very good. I borrowed that oil-paper umbrella first and will return it to you tomorrow."
Chen Qingqiu - later the richest man in Jiangnan. Together with her maids who had followed her since her decline, she fought a turnaround that shocked the whole city and even reached the ears of the emperor.
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