In the backyard of Yun Xiaorong's counterfeit Weaving Pavilion, the female shopkeeper is reporting the situation to Mrs. Li Mingyuan.
"Madam, I am helpless about the poor business. Recently, the customers have been accusing us of imitating Hua Xiangrong. They claimed that our needlework is too simple and our designs identical to Hua Xiangrong's, lacking originality," the female shopkeeper told her, with a deeply troubled expression.
Mrs. Li glared at her sharply. "What use have I for keeping you? Can't you think of a solution, like organizing a new product launch?" she challenged.
The shopkeeper mopped the cold sweat off her forehead, her countenance visibly collapsed, "I can't think of anything, Hua Xiangrong seems to have exhausted all of our ideas. Our embroiderers also can't come up with anything."