Chapter 18: How can I wear it if you've already worn it?

The serious-looking mistress obviously couldn't be bothered with her "filthy language," and when she returned shortly after leaving the bedside, she brought her a new set of winter clothes.

Li Yue'er was overjoyed and sat on the bed, unfolding her clothes to measure herself against them.

The size seems fine elsewhere, but the chest area seems a bit small.

Li Yue'er got dressed and got out of bed.

The winter clothes are brand new, still carrying the familiar scent of plum blossoms, and even the fabric is of the highest quality.

Although the current dynasty is plagued by chaotic government policies and local unrest, it still values ​​commerce. Merchants are treated the same as everyone else, except for being barred from taking the imperial examinations. There are no restrictions such as not being allowed to travel by carriage or wear silk.

Because of this, the clothes worn by the mistress were all made of the finest materials, and even the two new outfits that were casually given to her were made of good materials.

Li Yue'er stood in front of the dressing mirror, looking at herself from all sides. No young girl dislikes new clothes.

Qu Rong, "How is it?"

Qu Rong sat sideways in front of the dressing table, her elbows resting on the mahogany tabletop, her fingers supporting her forehead, her right leg crossed over her left, and lazily looked up at Li Yue'er.

This outfit is hers, so it was naturally custom-made to her size.

When she married into the family, she had more than a dozen sets of winter clothes made, which were all hanging in the closet and she couldn't wear them all.

She was about the same height as Li Yue'er, and both had tall and slender figures. Li Yue'er looked perfectly at ease in her clothes, and the hem of her skirt just barely touched the back of her shoes, the length was just right.

Li Yue'er's waist was already slender, and the pomegranate red fitted dress, cinched at the waist with a light green belt, made her waist appear even more delicate and slender. Her slender waist also accentuated the height and fullness of her chest.

It seems a bit tight.

Qu Rong reluctantly looked away and met Li Yue'er's eyes.

Li Yue'er exclaimed without hesitation, "Beautiful!"

The fabric, the style, the color—everything about it is infinitely better than her previous clothes.

Li Yue'er pressed her hand against the slightly open collar of her dress and tentatively asked, "Such fine clothes, did the mistress really bestow them upon me?"

Whether you give it to her or lend it to her makes a big difference.

If she were to borrow it, she would have to be even more careful to avoid getting oil stains on the fabric.

If we give it to her, she'll wear it carefully, so that if she can't wear it later, we can cut it up a bit and make it smaller for her younger sister.

From childhood to adulthood, my younger sister always wore her old clothes. Although the colors were old and the fabric was rough, at least they could cover her body and keep her warm.

The mistress raised an eyebrow, her beauty mark at the corner of her eye vividly visible. "If you've worn it, how can I wear it?"

So that means you're rewarding her?

Li Yue'er's eyes lit up. She thought to herself, "It makes sense. Given the mistress's fastidious nature, she would never wear clothes that she has worn before. Hmm, it's a bit open here."

Her clothes were stretched taut.

Li Yue'er didn't think she was plump and hot; she was just the right size and shape, the curves a girl her age should have. Even if she was a little full, it wasn't excessive. It must be that the mistress's clothes were too form-fitting!

Li Yue'er took off her long dress and put on a corset.

Qu Rong, "..."

Qu Rong was surprised that Li Yue'er would take off her skirt in front of her again, and she was also surprised that Li Yue'er would wrap her up with cloth with her back to her.

Wasn't Li Yue'er said to be a girl raised in a scholarly family?

She didn't learn any of the refinement and shame of a scholar; all she learned was the so-called "unconventionality" and "openness."

No sooner had Li Yue'er finished changing her clothes than Teng Huang gently knocked on the door. "Mistress, Sister Su and her son have arrived."

Li Yue'er looked up at the sound coming from the doorway, and then looked at the dressing table following Teng Huang's address.

The mistress had already lowered her arms and legs, smoothed out the folds of her skirt, and her face showed no extra emotion. Even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, which resembled a red carp, was no longer noticeable. She simply replied, "Tell her to wait in the main hall."

Li Yue'er slowly lowered her eyes and straightened her clothes. Perhaps she was just imagining things again, but she just felt that although the mistress looked the same as usual, she was far less relaxed and casual than when she was looking at her with her hand on her forehead earlier.

As the mistress of the house entertained the guests, Li Yue'er consciously prepared to return to her small courtyard.

She wanted to ask Aunt Qiu how her younger sister was doing.

Two days ago, Aunt Qiu brought her news, saying that her younger sister's fever had subsided, but she was still a little weak from the fever at such a young age. Although she could get out of bed, she looked listless and lacked energy.

If she could, she really wanted to go back and see her mother and sister in person; otherwise, no matter how much she heard from others, she would find it hard to feel at ease.

Li Yue'er opened the door from the inside, nodded slightly to the gamboge and cinnabar outside, then turned to the matriarch Fuli who had gotten up, and made a move to walk out.

"Mistress, come with me."

Li Yue'er, "?"

Who? Her?

Li Yue'er looked at her mistress blankly.

The mistress didn't repeat herself or even look at her before stepping out the door. Li Yue'er could only turn to the easygoing Teng Huang, who smiled and nodded at her before she quickly followed the mistress.

The mistress walked ahead, with Li Yue'er following half a step behind. Teng Huang and Dan Sha, the two head maids, were a step behind Li Yue'er.

Teng Huang kept winking at Dan Sha, gesturing for her to look at Li Yue'er's clothes.

The mistress's.

The pink dress from last time was a sample dress made from newly dyed fabric in the workshop. It was originally intended to be given to the servants, so it's not surprising that it was given to Li Yue'er to wear.

But this dress clearly belongs to the mistress of the house.

It's brand new, and the mistress hasn't worn it yet!

Dan Sha kept his eyes focused on his nose and his mind, pretending not to see Gambo's gleaming, smug face.

Cinnabar didn't respond to Teng Huang, but he didn't feel disappointed. His eyes were fixed on the two people in front of him, looking at the mistress and Li Yue'er, making himself happy.

cinnabar,"……"

If they hadn't grown up together and worked together for many years, she would have thought Fujiwara was out of his mind.

We've arrived at the main hall of Songxinyuan.

Li Yue'er looked up and saw a woman dressed in plain white standing in the center of the main hall. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she could see that she had her hair tied up in a woman's bun. However, she looked very young, probably in her twenties.

This must be the "Sister Su" that Fujiwara mentioned.

The boy standing under the eaves outside the main hall, half a head taller than her and looking about the same age, was Su Jie's son?!

Li Yue'er subconsciously looked at the mistress, but quickly looked away after realizing they were outside.

She was fine with anything in bed, but in public she was a concubine and a servant. Presumably, the mistress didn't want others to know about their private relationship.

Unable to find answers to her inner doubts, Li Yue'er began to observe quietly on her own.

"Mistress".

The boy bowed to the mistress, his voice low and hoarse, not unpleasant to hear but somewhat androgynous.

At the same time, Sister Su inside the room also curtsied slightly towards the mistress, her voice clear and pleasant, "Mistress."

Qu Rong led Li Yue'er into the main hall and sat in the main seat, with Li Yue'er standing slightly to the left behind her.

Dan Sha and Gambo instructed the maids to serve tea, pastries, and fruit.

After receiving the mistress's nod, Sister Su raised her hand to gently smooth the dress behind her and slowly sat down.

Even in her ordinary sitting down, Sister Su's movements and postures were more pleasing to the eye, elegant and serene than those of others.

Li Yue'er took a second look and realized that although the other person's features were not outstanding, and there was nothing that could be remembered at first glance, his temperament was elegant and refined. Even his plain face had a touch of noble elegance, like a quiet young lady raised in an official family.

Li Yue'er was standing right next to her, so even the slightest movement or change in breathing could not escape her notice.

Qu Rong, holding a teacup, glanced up at her as she drank tea.

For as long as Li Yue'er looked at Sister Su, Qu Rong looked at her for just as long.

When Li Yue'er came to her senses and looked down at her, Qu Rong silently chuckled and lowered her phoenix eyes, looking away.

Li Yue'er, "?"

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