Her crying wasn't beautiful at all, unlike the deliberately trained beauties who cried with tears streaming down their faces. When Song Xibai cried, she wailed loudly.
She hugged the prince and cried out, "I want to go home!" which made the prince both amused and helpless.
"Okay, I'll find a way to take you home, okay? Please stop crying."
Song Xibai sobbed, "And my cat! My books! My bed! My big round bed, it's so soft to sleep on, all the beds here are so hard, not comfortable at all."
Her mattress was a high-end mattress that cost tens of thousands of yuan, and it even had a massage function!
The Crown Prince gently coaxed Song Xibai, saying "okay, okay" and "fine, fine" no matter what she said, and finally managed to calm her down.
After helping Song Xibai to bed, the Crown Prince looked down at her and finally couldn't resist, so he lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her mouth.
If it weren't for the fact that the three-month period hadn't yet arrived and that his poison hadn't been completely neutralized, the Crown Prince felt he might not have been able to endure it.
He straightened up, drank several cups of cold tea, and then opened the window to let the cold wind blow in for a while before he could suppress the heat in his body.
Afterwards, the Crown Prince summoned Fu Liu and others to take care of Song Xibai before leaving the East Side Hall.
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.
That night, the Crown Prince stood in the courtyard of the main hall for half the night.
On the contrary, Song Xibai slept exceptionally well, dreaming of her beloved cat and her bed.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was high in the sky, and sunlight streamed in through the window, casting long shadows in front of it.
Song Xibai rubbed her eyes and sat up. Wei Hong, who was outside, immediately ran in upon hearing the noise.
"Master, you're awake?"
Song Xibai wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her throat was as dry as the Sahara Desert.
What's wrong with me?
"You were drunk last night."
As Wei Hong spoke, she helped her get dressed and then fetched water for her to wash her face.
Song Xibai was still a little confused.
"Am I drunk? I seem to remember only drinking a small pot! By the way, where is Your Highness?"
"His Highness left last night, instructing us to take good care of our mistress."
Wei Hong called out to the outside, and a moment later Fu Liu came in carrying a bowl of hangover soup.
Song Xibai drank the hangover soup before feeling completely sober.
Thinking about what happened last night, she couldn't help but slap her head in frustration.
He originally invited the Crown Prince to dinner to express his gratitude, but before he could even say two words, he got drunk. What kind of dinner invitation is this?
I don't know if I said anything strange...
Song Xibai slumped weakly on the dressing table, sighing repeatedly.
The two palace maids exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.
“Don’t worry, Your Highness. In His Highness’s heart, whatever you say or do is good,” Fu Liu advised.
Song Xibai sat up straight: "You don't understand."
You won't understand this kind of awkwardness unless you've experienced it yourself.
"Yes, yes, yes, this servant doesn't understand. This servant only knows that the Crown Prince treats you very well. Look, this morning, Eunuch Feng sent someone to deliver a lot of fabrics for you to choose from!"
Fu Liu covered her mouth and laughed.
Song Xibai then remembered this matter.
"That's because I'm going to a banquet at the Prince of Wu's residence, and I need to prepare some appropriate clothes for going out as a guest. By the way, do I have any suitable clothes in my trunk? If so, I won't need to make any new ones."
With business at hand, Song Xibai stood up abruptly and walked towards the box.
After she entered the Eastern Palace, she gradually acquired many new clothes, some of which were issued by the palace. She received three new outfits per quarter. The styles were all similar, with only slight differences in color and pattern.
A few sets were also given by the Crown Princess.
Apart from that, they were all ordinary clothes for home wear.
Song Xibai, along with Fuliu and Wei Hong, spent a long time searching, but they couldn't find a single piece of clothing suitable for going out.
It's not that there aren't any, but going to the Wu King's residence wouldn't be appropriate.
"My lady, why don't you go and take a look at the fabrics that Eunuch Feng sent over? I think there are a few nice pieces, and I heard there are also some newly arrived Yun brocade and Shu brocade!"
Song Xibai didn't know about Yunjin, but she was very familiar with Shu brocade! It appeared all the time on TV.
So, persuaded by the two palace maids, Song Xibai left the bedroom and went to the other side room.
The original small living room is now filled with colorful and exquisite fabrics.
"Isn't this too much?"
Song Xibai gasped.
One bolt of cloth can make at least two dresses, and there are more than a dozen bolts piled up here!
Are all rich people this extravagant?
Song Xibai expressed his confusion.
Several palace maids carried a bolt of shimmering cloth to Song Xibai.
"This is newly presented Shu brocade, Your Majesty, would you like to take a look?"
Song Xibai touched it and found that the fabric was very smooth and did not have the heavy feel of ordinary brocade.
"It's too bright."
Song Xibai felt that she was there to attend a banquet, and as a guest, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to steal the limelight from others.
So, after looking around, she finally chose a light green Suzhou brocade with water ripple and grass patterns. It looked fresh and refined, not too understated, but not too flashy either.
Fu Liu was somewhat dissatisfied, but since her master had already made the decision, she couldn't say anything.
At this moment, Juqing walked in from outside. When she saw the fabric, her eyes lit up, and she hurried over and spoke to her.
“Master, please give this fabric to me! I used to work in the Imperial Clothing Bureau, and I’m very good at making clothes.”
Song Xibai glanced at her.
Juqing has been jumping around a lot lately.
It's not that she had any bad intentions, it's just that she was always trying her best to stand out, afraid of being marginalized and not being given important responsibilities.
After thinking about it, Song Xibai decided to give her the chance.
"Then it's up to you."
Juqing was so excited that she immediately knelt down and kowtowed, then carefully carried the piece of cloth out.
Song Xibai asked two palace maids to help her, but Juqing sent them off to thread needles and sharpen scissors.
When Song Xibai found out, he couldn't help but laugh.
Fu Liu snorted twice: "She just loves to show off. Does she think everyone can't make clothes? All the ladies in the Imperial Clothing Bureau are better than her."
Song Xibai waved her hand: "It's a good thing that she's eager to prove herself! It means she won't have any ulterior motives for now. It would be worrying if she didn't care about anything!"
That's a sign that they're about to change jobs.
Juqing was indeed quick; she delivered the finished clothes right after dinner.
Song Xibai changed into it and tried it on; it fit perfectly.
"This Juqing is indeed quite capable."
Song Xibai rubbed her waist and muttered to herself.
Only she knew that she had been eating more lately, and her waist had gotten a little thicker. Juqing, who didn't usually serve her closely, had actually noticed it.
"Alright then! I'll have her make all my clothes from now on. Wei Hong, call Ju Qing over, have her take a look at all the fabrics, and come up with a plan, telling her which ones are suitable for what."
Not long after Wei Hong left, Ju Qing came in looking excited.
"Thank you for your high regard, Master. This servant will certainly not let you down!"
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