Yun Niang looked at Long Yue, who seemed on the verge of losing her temper, and regretted involving her. She didn't want Long Yue to get caught up in this, especially since she had already helped so much; it felt wrong to ask her for more help.
Of course, she conveniently ignored the fact that Long Yue had a stake in the shop. Every month, Yun Niang would send a sum of money to the General Mansion — that was Long Yue's dividend.
She had always felt this was her duty. Without Long Yue's help, Qin Xiu would at most have some fame around Jiangling, but how could it spread all the way to Shengjing City?
Yes, those noblewomen and young ladies had already inquired about it. Whatever embroidery technique it was, Qin Xiu's name had already made a mark in aristocratic circles.
