Just let Leng Qingqiu go over and show it to others, and then gave him brocade cloth. Although it was not worth much, it also showed his sincerity. Pei Yun said: "Forget about giving him cloth, change it into money."

Then he said to Leng Qingqiu: "Then go over and let that lady take a look."

Leng Qingqiu then followed the maid and got on the ox cart.

Not long after, Leng Qingqiu came down, ran over, and stuffed a silver ingot into Pei Yun's hand. "That lady asked you to come over, saying that she had something important to discuss with you."

Pei Yun squeezed the silver in his hand and felt that he was full of the smell of copper. But there was nothing he could do about it. Who made me love money?

He arrived in front of the ox cart and asked, "I wonder what the young lady wants to see me for?"

A pleasant voice came from the oxcart, "Sir, I just heard Miss Leng say that the dress she was wearing was called a horse-faced skirt. Was it designed and made by you, sir?"

"good."

"I wonder if you can design and make a horse-faced skirt for me. I saw Miss Leng wearing it so heroically, and I really like it. I also want to try the style of this horse-faced skirt myself."

"As for the cost of making the clothes, you can quote a price, sir."

"Fifty taels, then."

A horse-faced skirt only costs a few hundred yuan in the mall, and the balance of fifty taels of silver is ten thousand yuan, which is a huge profit!

Pei Yun just quoted the price, and the maid standing beside him said, "Fifty taels? Do you know who my young lady is? She is the prince..."

"Qinghe, shut up."

There was a scolding voice from the ox cart, and then the young lady said apologetically, "Please forgive me, sir. I am a servant who does not know the rules. Fifty taels is fifty taels."

Pei Yun's heart moved. Although the maid did not finish her words, Pei Yun heard the last two words "Prince" clearly.

Who else could the prince of Shudu be? Of course, it must be the King of Bashu, Xiao Cheng. Could the woman in the car be the prince’s daughter?

Of course, even if she was the prince's daughter, Pei Yun had no intention of asking for a price reduction.

The other party likes the horse-faced skirt and asks me to make it. If I lower the price because of the other party's identity, then I, Pei Yun, would become a bootlicker.

I make money in an honest way and I don't do anything to please others.