Ziyu followed Lin He to the upper building. Ziqing happened to be emerging from the salve preparation room, and the three of them walked toward the building together. Ziyu’s face was still slightly flushed from Lin He’s earlier words. Ziqing looked at her curiously, "What's gotten into this girl lately? Why does she blush so easily?"

Ziyu remained silent, only glancing at Lin He with a hint of grievance in her eyes. Lin He smiled gently at her and said, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. But you aren't that young anymore, there's nothing to be shy about. Think carefully about these matters, understand?"

Ziqing also knew Lin He was referring to Ziyu and Ling Xiao's situation, and chimed in, "Yes, think hard. Ling Xiao is a good man. Stop bickering with him like a child all the time. It's rare that he doesn't mind it. If you settled down sooner, I wouldn't have to worry about you."

Ziyu cast a rather wronged look at Lin He and Ziqing, saying, "Mistress, listen to yourselves. It sounds like I have no one else to marry besides that big blockhead."

Lin He and Ziqing exchanged a smile, seeing the girl speaking against her true feelings. They decided not to press the matter further. Some things were better understood when she figured them out herself; outsiders couldn't help much.

Dropping the discussion about Ziyu, Lin He spent the entire afternoon in the upper building with her two maids. After countless brain cells were expended, the designs for the salve boxes were finally conceived. Lin He had invested considerable thought into these new boxes; they would certainly be a departure from the ordinary styles of the past.

Initially, Lin He’s motive for creating the salves was hardly grand or far-reaching. She had merely thought that since she possessed some knowledge of these things, making products that could earn some silver to improve the family's livelihood would be enough. She harbored no grand ambitions of building an empire.

However, these products had clearly gained widespread acceptance by now, virtually becoming a highly popular brand at Cai Die Xuan. Therefore, the considerations now naturally extended beyond just the quality of the product; she wanted to refine every aspect of the presentation. And the external packaging was a crucial element.

Lately, Lin He had been spending a lot of time with Wen Ningxuan, and occasionally they discussed such business matters. Lin He felt she was finally gaining a rudimentary understanding of commerce.

If one intends to scale any business significantly, the number of factors requiring consideration multiplies. Beyond the inherent quality, every detail must be accounted for as thoroughly as possible, striving for perfection across the board.

Thus, Lin He planned to gradually and methodically improve the packaging of her products from now on. Her specific vision was that when customers saw the external packaging of her items, they should feel an irresistible urge to purchase everything inside, even before considering the product quality.

The boxes designed this time were not only visually distinct from the previous ones, but their production cost was also significantly higher than standard boxes. This new design featured a hexagonal shape. Lin He also planned to embed a small bronze mirror into the inner layer of the lid. The exterior surface of the box would forgo paint, relying solely on carved patterns—specifically, the very flower used in the salve’s fragrance would be carved onto it.

The box, looking simple at first glance, would possess a unique character. As Lin He articulated her ideas to Ziqing and Ziyu, she simultaneously tried to sketch the design on paper. However, Lin He’s drawing skills were lackluster. When she showed the sketches to Ziqing and Ziyu, they felt the design blueprint bore little resemblance to the masterpiece her description suggested. Fortunately, both maids had long become accustomed to Lin He’s artistic limitations and didn't focus too heavily on what she had drawn.

Noticing the reaction from Ziyu, Ziqing, and Ziyu, and scrutinizing her own drawings, Lin He asked with slight confusion, "What's wrong? You don't like the box? I think this concept is quite good." Lin He tilted the drawing, examining it from various angles; she found nothing wrong with it.

Ziyu twitched the corner of her mouth as she looked at the drawing, blurting out quickly, "Mistress, I also think the box is lovely, but that’s because I heard it from your mouth. From this drawing, I truly can't tell. If you use this box for the new salve, it might be better to stick with the original square ones, at least…"

"At least what?" Lin He pressed, staring at her before Ziyu could finish.

Ziyu started to continue but immediately stopped when she met Lin He’s fierce glare. She quickly plastered on a smile and said, "Nothing, this is fine, it's excellent. But our opinions don't count; you should take it to the Young Master to see."

Ziqing, standing nearby, was more tactful. She didn't speak as bluntly as Ziyu, but addressed Lin He very delicately: "Mistress, I do think your box sounds wonderful. The idea is so fresh, I’m drawn to it just hearing about it. However, if you show this directly to the craftsman, I fear it might be challenging; even Uncle Li might struggle to execute it. Perhaps you should let the Young Master refine the sketch first, which will make it easier for the carpenter."

Although Ziqing’s words were veiled, her meaning echoed Ziyu's exactly. Lin He couldn't be bothered to argue with the two maids, though she felt her current drawing showed marked improvement over previous attempts.

At least the outline was clearly discernible now! How could these two girls dismiss it so utterly? Alas, she truly lacked any talent for drawing. Just like before, she would have to describe it to Wen Ningxuan and have him draw it.

Feeling a bit deflated, Lin He stared at her drawing for a long time. She felt it a waste to discard something she had put so much effort into creating. She started looking for a place to put it away. Ziyu, noticing this, quickly offered, "Mistress, give it to me. I'll help you toss it out later; there are quite a few ruined drawings here."

Ziqing, being more thoughtful, nudged Ziyu aside and smiled at Lin He, saying, "Mistress, don't be discouraged. No one is good at everything in this world. Look at the things you excel at that others cannot do. Since the Young Master is good at drawing, there's no need to trouble anyone else. Let the Young Master draw it later; I'll collect these sketches for now."

Lin He thought Ziqing’s words were much nicer. While she was indirectly criticizing her drawing skills, the delivery was far softer. Lin He shot Ziyu a glance, then nodded to Ziqing, "Yes, then you collect them for me. The box design will be drawn by the Young Master later."

"Draw what for you? Let me see." Just as Lin He finished speaking, Wen Ningxuan walked in through the doorway.

Lin He was about to ask Ziqing and Ziyu to put the drawings away when Ziyu eagerly spoke up, "Young Master, the Mistress drew a design for a wooden box, intended for today's newly made salve. Take a look." With that, she handed the drawing she was holding over.