C28 (1/2)

”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.