She picked up her skirt, held it up to the light, and exclaimed, "Oh! Sister, there seems to be grass debris in your skirt too!"
Shen Ruorou was startled and quickly snatched the skirt. She turned it over and found a few tiny pieces of grass in the lining. She secretly cursed Qinghe for being useless, but pretended to be calm on the surface: "Oh, it must have been left in the warehouse for too long and covered in dust. Don't mind, sister, I'll ask the maid to pat it!"
As she spoke, she snatched the skirt and asked Qinghe to pat it quickly, but secretly she shook off the remaining grass debris onto the inside of her skirt.
Shen Weiwan looked at her flustered appearance, sneered in her heart, but showed an expression of "sudden enlightenment" on her face: "So that's how it is, I was wondering, sister is such a clean person, how could there be grass scraps in her skirt."
She paused, then added thoughtfully, "But sister, this grass clippings looks familiar. It seems to be the nettle weed I saw in the garden a few days ago. I heard that this weed will itch if it gets on your skin. Sister, you must not get it on your skin."
As soon as these words came out, several noble ladies who heard it subconsciously took a step back, looking at the skirt in Shen Ruoruo’s hand, their eyes changed.
The smile on Shen Ruorou's face almost disappeared. She cursed Shen Weiwan a thousand times in her heart, but she had to pretend to be calm: "Sister, don't talk nonsense. This is just ordinary grass clippings. Change it quickly and don't make everyone wait anxiously."
As she spoke, she stuffed the skirt into Shen Weiwan without saying anything and pushed her into the side hall.
In the side hall, Shen Weiwan looked at the skirt in her hand, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Shen Ruorou, do you want me to embarrass myself by wearing this skirt with grass debris on it?
Then don't blame me for being rude.
She turned her back to Shen Ruoruo, pretending to change clothes, but in fact she quickly shook off the grass debris in the lining onto the hem of her skirt, then quietly grabbed a handful and stuffed it into Shen Ruoruo's skirt pocket.
“Sister,” Shen Weiwan turned around, wearing Shen Ruorou’s moon-white skirt, with an “aggrieved” expression on her face, “Your skirt seems a little big, it doesn’t fit me well.”
Shen Ruorou watched her put on her skirt, feeling very proud, but she said, "Even if it doesn't fit, just wear it first. It's better than going out in a dirty skirt."
She lowered her head to adjust the hem of her skirt and accidentally touched the grass scraps in the skirt pocket, but she didn't care, she was only thinking about how Shen Weiwan would look embarrassed later.
“Let’s go, sister,” Shen Ruoruo took Shen Weiwan’s hand, smiling “gently”, “Don’t make everyone wait anxiously.”
Shen Weiwan let her pull her, but she was thinking in her heart.
Shen Ruorou, the good show has just begun.
The two returned to the banquet and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Huh? Why did Sister Weiwan change her clothes?"
Shen Weiwan lowered her head "aggrievedly" and whispered, "I accidentally got it dirty, so I'll borrow my sister's clothes to wear."
Shen Ruorou immediately put on the attitude of a "good sister" and said softly, "Don't be sad, sister. It's just a skirt. Later, I will ask my mother to make you a better one."
As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her chest to show off her clothes, but she didn't notice that there were still a few tiny bits of grass stuck to the hem of her skirt.
Shen Weiwan looked at her complacent look, and laughed in her heart, but a grateful expression appeared on her face: “Thank you, sister.”
At this moment, Madam Taifu came over and saw the skirt on Shen Weiwan, and was stunned for a moment: “Weiwan, what’s wrong with you?”
Before Shen Weiwan could speak, Shen Ruorou said first: “It’s all my fault for being careless and getting my sister’s skirt dirty, so I had to let her wear mine.”
Madam Taifu looked at the moon-white dress on Shen Weiwan, and then looked at the grievance on her face. She already understood about 70% of what was going on. She patted Shen Weiwan's hand and said with a smile: "Silly child, isn't it just a dress? Come on, I'll ask someone to go to the warehouse to find you a new one. It's guaranteed to be more beautiful than this one!"
Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up, and she immediately burst into laughter: "Really? Thank you, ma'am!"
Shen Ruorou looked at Madam Taifu being so intimate with Shen Weiwan, and her heart was jealous and crazy, but she had to pretend to be generous: "Madam, there is no need to be so troublesome, my sister can just wear mine..."
"How can you do that?" Madam Taifu interrupted her. "Weiwan is the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion. How can she wear someone else's clothes to attend a banquet? You are too honest, child."
As she spoke, she pulled Shen Weiwan away without any explanation, leaving Shen Ruoruo standing there alone, her face turning pale.
Watching Shen Weiwan leave with Madam Taifu, Shen Ruoruo clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Shen Weiwan, just wait for me!
How could she know that although she didn't let Shen Weiwan wear the skirt in her arms, the grass debris had already quietly transferred to her body.
At this time, Shen Weiwan followed Madam Taifu into the inner room with a sly smile on her lips.
Chun Tao came over and asked in a low voice, "Miss, do you really want Madam Taifu to find you a new dress?"
Shen Weiwan blinked and whispered, "Why not? If you don't grab the wool that comes to your door, it will be a waste if you don't grab it!"
She paused and added, “Besides, I want to see what expression Shen Ruorou will have when she finds that she is itchy.”
Chun Tao couldn't help laughing: "Miss, you are so mean."
Shen Weiwan raised her eyebrows: “To deal with bad guys, you naturally have to use ‘bad’ methods.”
The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked into the inner room, leaving Shen Ruoruo outside, still feeling proud of her "clever plan", but unaware that a "scratching drama" was about to be staged on her.
On the waterside pavilion not far away, the Seventh Prince Xiao Yu waved his folding fan and took it all in. When he saw Shen Weiwan begging for a new dress from Madam Taifu, he couldn't help but laugh softly.
“This Shen Weiwan,” he shook his head, his eyes full of smiles, “is really getting more and more interesting.”
The guard beside him whispered, "Your Highness, do you need a subordinate..."
“No need,” Xiao Yu waved his hand, his eyes following the direction where Shen Weiwan disappeared, “Let her play by herself, I will just watch.”
He wanted to see what new tricks this silly daughter of the first wife could come up with.
In the peony garden, the spring sunshine is still bright, but beneath this brightness, undercurrents have long been surging. A wonderful drama triggered by "borrowing clothes" has just begun.
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