She wasn’t familiar with Song Qingying, so why bother bringing flowers in person? She could have just sent a maid instead.
Since Song Qingying ca personally, there must be another matter to discuss.
So, Bai Zhi’er nodded, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Song, please co in."
Song Qingying then entered the room with her maid.
Compared to Song Qingrui’s domineering nature, she seed like she was born to another mother, gentle and lovely.
"Miss Jing should not be from Great Qin, right? Little did she know that now in autumn, the Purple Flower is blooming beautifully."
"Its scent is fresh and pleasant, and can also invigorate the mind. We all like to place them on the windowsill to let the scent waft in the breeze."
Song Qingying helped arrange the flowers in the vase, talking and smiling as she worked.
Bai Zhi’er stood watching beside her, her fair face composed.
She made a sound of agreent, guiding Song Qingying to continue speaking.
"The color of the Purple Flower is indeed more striking than ordinary flowers," Bai Zhi’er remarked.
Song Qingying smiled with her lips pressed together, "Of course, the extracted flower juice can also dye cloth, and it’s the most vivid purple."
"The purple dress Miss Jing gave my sister was dyed with other flowers. If it were dyed with the Purple Flower and Xiangxue Silk, it would be even more bright and vivid."
Bai Zhi’er roughly guessed her intention.
"Unfortunately, I don’t have any ready-made Xiangxue Silk at present."
Song Qingying turned her head, her delicate face carrying a hint of a smile, "Yes, such a precious silk is hard to co by ready-made."
"Miss Jing, at tomorrow’s banquet for Heir Ming Yang’s birthday, my sister will wear the dress you gave her, and I truly envy her."
"I wonder if you could also lend one? I promise to return it spotless after using it."
As expected, she was here to borrow clothes too.
Bai Zhi’er was amused and exasperated internally.
Having given one away, now Song Qingying had her eyes on them too.
Even though she had many clothes, she wouldn’t give them just because soone asked for them.
Moreover, the incident last ti with Song Qingrui’s rash could very likely have been Song Qingying’s sche to incriminate her.
Bai Zhi’er shook her head with a smile, "I’m sorry, Miss Song, but I won’t lend them."
She couldn’t even find an excuse to placate or comfort and decisively refused.
Song Qingying’s smile faltered.
"But Miss Jing, I heard from Ru’er that you have several boxes of clothes, lending one isn’t difficult, right?"
Bai Zhi’er smiled, eyes narrowing, "It’s not difficult, but I still won’t lend them."
"Last ti your sister wore my clothes, then suddenly got a rash. Madam was furious and ca for , scared out of my wits."
"So ever since then, I haven’t done such thankless things again."
"Miss Song, sorry to disappoint you, please go back." Bai Zhi’er said, turning back to continue practicing her calligraphy.
Song Qingying’s smile couldn’t hold any longer.
She hadn’t expected that despite Bai Zhi’er’s delicate and lively appearance, and being of similar age, she was such a difficult person to deal with!
Song Qingrui had the dress, and she didn’t—how could she outshine Song Qingrui at Heir Ming Yang’s banquet tomorrow?
Song Qingying wanted to keep trying, but Bai Xingye had already co in, standing between her and Bai Zhi’er.
"She told you to go back, so stop pestering," he said coldly, his indifferent gaze carrying a warning.
Song Qingying bit her lower lip, lowered her head, "Alright then, Miss Jing, I’ve troubled you."
With that, she turned and left with her maid.
Once she was far away, Bai Zhi’er lifted her head and snorted.
"Just bringing so flowers and wanting to borrow clothes, no way! Brother, throw the flowers she brought into the courtyard."
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