Both dresses were exquisite in both workmanship and fabric. Not to mention, the style of these clothes was something she had never seen before, so it was no exaggeration to say that they were unique. Moreover, it took so much time and manpower to make the clothes, so how could they be cheap? But Qingqing was unwilling to accept her money, which made her feel uneasy.

Rong Qingqing saw her hesitation and smiled, "You don't need to feel pressured. Just accept it. If our shop's business becomes more prosperous because of this, I'll have to give you a big red envelope. Two pieces of clothing are really nothing. The most important thing is that I can make a friend like you."

Hearing this, Shangguan Yanran felt relieved. "Since you've put it that way, it would be ungrateful of me to refuse. So I'll accept it without hesitation." She wasn't a coy person, and besides, she genuinely considered Qingqing a friend. It was rare to meet someone like Qingqing who suited her taste, and she liked her very much. Since they were friends, there was no need to be too polite. At most, she would put in a little more effort to promote Qingqing's shop.

Remembering something, she turned around to get an invitation and handed it to her, saying, "By the way, there's a banquet at the manor tomorrow, so you'd better come early."

Rong Qingqing didn't particularly like gatherings of wealthy women, but she couldn't refuse Yanran's gesture, so she accepted it, saying, "Okay."

The two sat and talked for a while longer. Shangguan Yanran wanted her to stay for lunch, but she politely declined.

After bidding farewell to Shangguan Yan, Rong Qingqing left the Prime Minister's residence.

Unexpectedly, she ran into Feng Mo as soon as she left the Prime Minister's residence.

Upon seeing him, Rong Qingqing was somewhat surprised, her brows furrowed, and she had no choice but to step forward and bow to him.

"This old woman greets His Highness the Third Prince."

Feng Mo's gaze fell on the top of her head, and he said calmly, "No need for formalities."

Rong Qingqing straightened up, lowered her eyes, and said, "This old woman will not disturb Your Highness any longer and will take her leave now." After saying that, she turned and left.

“Rong Qingqing!” Feng Mo’s voice was slightly deep.

Rong Qingqing had no choice but to stop and turn her head to look at him. "Does Your Highness have any further instructions?"

"Did I, the prince, tell you to leave?" Feng Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at her indifferently.

Rong Qingqing had no choice but to turn around and say humbly, "Please give your instructions, Your Highness."

Feng Mo paused, then walked forward without saying a word.

Rong Qingqing frowned, hesitating whether to just leave.

"Aren't you going to follow?" Feng Mo's deep voice suddenly came from ahead.

Rong Qingqing had no choice but to give the embroiderer a few instructions and tell her to go back to the shop first.

After the embroiderer left, she followed, but kept a distance from Feng Mo.

When Feng Mo saw her following from a distance, his brows furrowed. She wasn't like this before.

Can a person really change so quickly and so completely?

It was clear that the aloofness in her eyes was genuine; she was completely different from how she used to be when she saw him.

In the past, every time she saw him, her eyes were full of joy and shyness, which she couldn't hide. But now, her unfamiliarity and estrangement were just as undisguised.

Thinking of this, he frowned, feeling quite uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to stay so far away from me,” he said suddenly after a moment, frowning.

Rong Qingqing was mentally planning her banquet for tomorrow when she suddenly heard this, and was a little taken aback. "What?"

Feng Mo pursed his lips, his dark eyes fixed on her. "You seem very afraid of me?"

“You are His Highness the Prince, and it is only right that I respect you,” Rong Qingqing retorted, not understanding why he asked such a strange question.

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