A feeling of shameful adoration uncontrollably rose in Zheng Yiyun's heart. This Li Zhiyan is truly a genius among geniuses when it comes to making money. If only her own husband had such skills.
Then she wouldn't need to constantly worry; by now, they would have been living a better life.
Damn Zhou Rongrong!
Why is her son so outstanding? A feeling of jealousy continuously grew in Zheng Yiyun's heart.
Due to its proximity to the Consort Rongji Tea House,
Li Zhiyan took Zheng Yiyun to the Consort Rongji Tea House and opened a private room.
After sitting down, Zheng Yiyun, somewhat curious, asked, "Consort Rongji, why is this tea house named so peculiarly?"
Li Zhiyan also wanted to complain.
"It seems to be a surname of a minority group, the owner's ancestors were consorts in the palace? Seems like that was the case, hence the tea house is named 'Consort Rongji Tea House.'"
"Though the name is strange,"
"The tea house is indeed good."
