"Qinghe! Come on! Let me see!" She screamed and turned around, only to see Qinghe staring at the hem of her casual dress.
"Miss..." Qing He said in a trembling voice, "Your skirt is full of nettle grass!"
Shen Ruorou turned around suddenly and saw that the lining of her skirt was indeed covered with a lot of fine grass debris, exactly the same as what she had stuffed into her moon-white skirt! She instantly understood what was going on and trembled with anger: "Chen Weiwan! She plotted against me!"
"What should we do now, Miss?" Qing He was so anxious, she was spinning around in circles. "This red bump looks scary. If someone sees it..."
"What else can I do?" Shen Ruorou gritted her teeth, "Quick! Help me find water to wash! Find ointment! Don't let anyone know!"
But after they finished washing it in a hurry, the red bumps became more and more itchy, and even their faces began to feel hot. Shen Ruorou looked at her red and swollen face in the bronze mirror and was so angry that she smashed her makeup box.
Meanwhile, Shen Weiwan was picking out clothes in the storeroom with the Taifu's wife. The storeroom at the Taifu's residence was smaller than the General's residence, but it was equally brimming with treasures. Shen Weiwan immediately fell in love with a pomegranate-red, gold-embroidered dress with lotus flowers embroidered in gold thread. It was even more gorgeous than her own hibiscus dress.
"Madam, this one looks great!" She pointed at the skirt, her eyes sparkling.
The Taifu's wife smiled and said, "You like bright colors, child." She waved her hand and asked the maid to take it down. "Go and try it on. If it fits, I'll give it to you."
Shen Weiwan immediately took the skirt and went to the side hall to change into it. The pomegranate red skirt spread out, and the golden thread shimmered in the candlelight, making her skin look whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes look like a painting.
"It looks great! It really looks great!" Madam Taifu nodded repeatedly. "It suits you better than that hibiscus dress."
Chen Weiwan turned around, her skirt like a blooming pomegranate flower: "Thank you, madam!" She was very happy. This wave of reverse wool plucking was a huge profit!
Chun Tao chuckled at the side: "Miss, your 'grass scraps transfer technique' is really advanced. I'm afraid Shen Ruorou must be itching like crazy right now."
"That's right," Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow, "don't you see who I am? Want to trick me? First ask if the 'transfer technique' in my sleeve agrees!"
As the two were talking, there was a sudden commotion outside. Shen Weiwan lifted the curtain and saw Shen Ruoruo running out from another side hall, covering her face with her hands. Her hair was disheveled and her face was red and swollen. She no longer looked gentle.
"Look! Isn't that Miss Shen Er?"
"What's wrong with her face? It's so red!"
"He seems to be still scratching. Could he have some strange disease?"
The noble ladies' chatter pierced Shen Ruorou's ears like needles. She felt embarrassed and itchy, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She didn't care about her image at all, and covered her face as she ran towards the gate of the Taifu Mansion.
Shen Weiwan looked at her fleeing back, a smug smile on her lips.
Shen Ruorou, this is just the beginning. I will repay you double for all the humiliation you inflicted on me in my previous life, bit by bit!
"Miss," Chuntao pointed to the distance, "His Highness the Seventh Prince seems to be looking at you."
Shen Weiwan followed her finger and saw a familiar figure standing on the waterside pavilion. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe and had his hair tied up with a jade hairpin. It was the Seventh Prince Xiao Yu. He was waving a folding fan, looking at her from afar, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
Shen Weiwan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending to adjust the hem of her skirt. Why does this guy always appear at times like this?
"Come on, Chuntao," she pulled the maid and turned around, "Let's go thank the lady, and then go home, and let someone have a good time at home to itch as much as they want!"
Chun Tao followed with a suppressed smile, and the figures of the master and servant disappeared in the peony bushes, leaving behind only the discussion of the noble ladies about "Second Miss Shen's strange illness" and the increasingly deep smile in Xiao Yu's eyes on the waterside pavilion.
"This Shen Weiwan..." Xiao Yu shook his head, tapping his folding fan lightly on his palm, "It's becoming more and more exciting."
The guard beside him whispered, "Your Highness, do you need a subordinate..."
"No need," Xiao Yu waved his hand, his eyes following the pomegranate-red figure, "Let her play. I'm waiting to see what tricks she can come up with next time."
The turmoil of the Spring Banquet has not subsided. Shen Ruoruo's "strange disease" soon spread throughout the capital, and Shen Weiwan, wearing the new dress given by the Taifu's wife, became a "poor little cutie" that everyone sympathized with.
A war triggered by "borrowing clothes" has just begun. And Shen Weiwan knows that her road to revenge is still long.
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