After she returned to her own courtyard, her sister, Song Qingying, happened to have selected two pieces of fabric from Jinyi Pavilion.
Song Qingrui noticed that Song Qingying had actually chosen all purple!
One piece was light purple, and the other was purple-blue.
Song Qingrui looked at her: "Sister, why did you choose these colors too?"
"I just chose a purple dress there at that Miss Jing’s place, or do you also know what color Brother Ming Yang likes?"
Song Qingying’s face remained unchanged, and she smiled gently, "Sister, what are you saying?"
"I am not very familiar with Heir Ming Yang, how could I know what he likes? These two pieces are reserved for you."
Song Qingrui was taken aback: "For ?"
"Yes," Song Qingying held her hand: "That Miss Jing and we are strangers, I don’t think she’s easy to get along with, I fear she might make things difficult for you and won’t lend you clothes."
"Afraid you might have made the trip for nothing, I simply took two pieces down, both reserved for you."
Song Qingrui was deeply moved: "Sister has always treated the best, always letting have everything."
"But I don’t need these two pieces anymore, Miss Jing is a great person, she directly gave the clothes!"
"Co on, sister, let’s go inside, let show you how good I look in them."
In the evening.
It began to rain lightly, and Feng Fuce and the others returned with Guoguo.
Guoguo complained upon returning: "Next ti Duke Huan suggests going anywhere, I’m definitely not agreeing, it’s such a hassle."
Bai Zhi’er noticed that the robes he left in the morning still clean now had so mud stains on them, as if he’d fallen.
She hurriedly asked Feng Fuce: "What happened?"
Feng Fuce had just sat down to sip so cool tea.
After drinking, he calmly said: "Nothing much, he was pressed down to kneel at the ancestral hall and stumbled during his struggle."
Sixth Prince Bai Xingye chid in: "Then I went to help intervene, Marquis joined in too, accidentally smashing the Song Family’s ancestral altar."
Bai Zhi’er laughed aloud.
"Was it truly this intense?"
Guoguo frowned and said: "Those clansn, upon seeing , insist that I kneel and kowtow to the ancestors."
"Saying only after doing so, they could welco my mother’s morial tablet into the ancestral hall, but when I was about to kowtow, they then said concubines were not allowed."
"I got angry and wanted to stand up, but who would have thought they’d press down, demanding I kowtow."
"So I struggled against it, and both the Heir and Marquis ca up to help , accidentally overturning the offering table."
Bai Zhi’er covered her lips, laughing with arched eyebrows.
With them doing such, Duke Huan’s expression must have been unpleasant.
Guoguo took a sip of tea and continued: "Those clansn are peculiar, clearly they’ve never seen , yet they greeted , claiming they’d seen a few days ago on so street."
"Or they said I once returned to the old residence, but I’ve been in Great Chu all these years, never returned."
"Their ways of conversation, truly leave puzzled."
The smile on Bai Zhi’er’s face suddenly faded upon hearing this.
Her bright black eyes bore a trace of doubt.
The Song Family’s clansn hadn’t seen Guoguo, so how could they confidently claim he’d returned?
She looked at Feng Fuce, and Feng Fuce seed to have sensed her thoughts.
He nodded gently to reassure her: "You don’t need to worry, I also felt it was odd, and on the way back had dispatched the Xiu Luo Envoy to investigate secretly. I’m sure we’ll have the results soon."
After a few exchanged remarks, they then turned to ask Bai Zhi’er.
"How was your day, did anyone co to bother you?" Feng Fuce inquired.
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