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"No, I like this style."

Inside the cloth farm, Feng Xiwu pointed to the latest type of Luo dress, it was the one that came out a few days ago.

There were a few white butterflies with wings embroidered on the light blue muslin. With the blue pattern on the bottom, it was very beautiful.

Especially the last few small holes with gold edges, Feng Xiwu felt that they were very unique.

Qu Jingxi sized it up. The silk cloth on his sleeves was so thin, and there were even a few holes dug into his back. Wouldn't it be obvious if he wore it?

"This piece is too thin, the weather has turned cold. It's better to change it," said the alluring Peach Blossom Eye, glancing at her design, "How about that piece?"

Feng Xiwu and the owner looked at it together, it was the most traditional set of jacket, it was a small jade. Usually, she would not reject it, but now, she did not want to go with the Prince Jing's idea.

Moreover, she really liked that new model.

"No, that's what I like, boss. Just make it. I'll send someone to get it in a few days."

Prince Jing frowned slightly. His boss was already sweating profusely, one was a prince while the other was an imperial concubine. These two were not people he could afford to offend.

He had originally chosen the best fabric, and it was even the best Soft Mist. Just as he was rejoicing over the great profit this time, why did the two of them suddenly get into an argument?

"Then... Are we still going to use the Soft Mist that we've chosen? "

He thought for a moment. The middle-aged owner still weakly asked if Prince Jing was willing to accompany the wangfei to pick out clothes. He should be very fond of the wangfei, so he had to coax her well.

If the wangfei wasn't happy and ended up blowing her head off, both of them would be unhappy and he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

"Well, of course."

Just as Feng Xiwu was about to pay, Qu Jingxi had already thrown a cheque onto the table. As he pulled Feng Xiwu away, he also turned his head and gave him a threatening look.

"Prince, you're hurting me."

Feng Xiwu frowned, the pain from her wrist had clearly reached her chest.

Qu Jingxi turned around and saw that the little girl looked like she was about to cry and his heart tightened even more. Only then did he realise that he had used too much strength just now, and on her wrist, there were already a string of red marks.

He felt a bit of heartache and quickly let go of her wrist and began kneading it for her. The strength between his thumb and forefinger was just right.

"Does it still hurt?"

Feng Xiwu shook her head, the mist in her eyes had already subsided.

"You really like that dress?" After a while, the Prince Jing asked helplessly.

He did not understand. What was there to look at with such a transparent set of clothes?

This was Matsumoto's intention?

A flash of happiness appeared in her eyes, and Feng Xiwu immediately nodded her head. Indeed, people had no choice but to lower their heads under the eaves.

Qu Jingxi thought for a moment, then slightly bowed down. "If I buy that set of clothes for you, what would be the reward?"

With the face that was quickly approaching, it was too late for her to escape. Just like that, she crashed into his eyes.

With the face that was quickly approaching, it was too late for her to escape. Just like that, she crashed into his eyes.

Feng Xiwu felt that she sensed a conspiracy from the eyes. The man's amber eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, could it be that there was some sort of conspiracy?

After thinking for a moment, Feng Xiwu finally spoke uncertainly, "What reward does Your Highness want?"

A smile appeared on Qu Jingxi's face, he was in a good mood, the hand that was massaging his wrist turned, and held her hand back, "There are some pretty good small stuff up front, let's go for a walk."

Originally, they thought that it would be a happy day, but due to an unexpected guest disturbing them, the two of them separated on bad terms in the end, even though Mu Hanxuan sent her to the General's Mansion gate with a gentleman's demeanor.

The whole way back, he wasn't really happy, and when he returned to the servant girl Palace, he was still restless.

Feng Yuan pursed her lips, and waved at the panicking servant girl. "Let's go down."

She was the only one left in the room. The silk in her hand was gripped tightly, her bright white nails loosening and tightening.