Stirring up trouble

Seeing how fiercely Jiang Nuan resisted, Jiang Yehua couldn't help laughing. He hadn't expected his ninth sister to have something she disliked so much. He had thought she would be interested in arithmetic!

But if she didn't like it, he wouldn't force her.

Since it was getting late, the two returned to the palace.

After court ended the next day, Jiang Nuan dragged Jiang Yehua to the shop.

Even from far away, they could hear waves of shouting coming from its entrance.

The two immediately hurried over at full speed.

A man dressed in coarse hemp clothing was pointing at An Yan, who had come outside, and angrily berating her:

"This is the heartless shopkeeper who sold me defective clothes! Now I'm covered in rashes because of her!"

As he spoke, the man rolled up his sleeve, revealing a dense mass of red spots beneath it!

"A heartless shopkeeper like this has gone too far! Compensation! You have to pay me!"

Once they saw those red spots, the people standing close to him immediately took a step back, putting some distance between them.

"What is that? How frightening!"

"Heavens! How dare this heartless shopkeeper sell us defective fabric? Is there no justice left in the world? I want a refund!"

"I—I bought jewelry. Could there be something wrong with that too? I want a refund as well!"

Meanwhile, the people inside who had been choosing fabrics quietly lowered their hands and prepared to leave.

Seeing the crowd of onlookers growing and the incident beginning to snowball, An Yan became anxious!

"Sir, everything sold in our shop undergoes strict inspection. We're not sure what caused your allergic reaction, but we can call a physician over to examine you first. Rest assured, if our shop is responsible, we will absolutely take responsibility!"