On the east side of the peony garden in the Taifu Mansion, three warm rooms built by the water were temporarily converted into dressing rooms. As soon as Shen Weiwan stepped into the warm room on the west side, she grabbed the collar of her moon-white skirt and jumped back three feet.
"Miss, please slow down!" Chun Tao hurriedly supported her and put the bundle in her hand on the dressing table. "Fortunately, you asked me to hide the plain clothes here in advance."
Chen Weiwan patted her chest and gasped, staring at the pile of moon-white brocade with a frown: "Quick! Throw this torn skirt away quickly, the fumes are giving me a headache." She had deliberately thrown the skirt next to the smoking cage just now, just to let the heat make the astringent smell of the grass clippings stronger, so that it would be convenient to "add more ingredients" later.
Chun Tao deftly opened the bundle, revealing a half-worn light green skirt. "Miss, you really don't want to wear Chen Ruorou's skirt? Madam Taifu is still waiting."
"Wear hers?" Chen Weiwan sneered, and when she took off her moon-white skirt, she deliberately let the lining brush against the edge of the dressing table. "She wants to turn me into a monkey's butt, but I want her to itch like a sieve." The grass debris on her fingertips fell on the table. She wrapped it with a handkerchief and quietly put it into Chuntao's hand.
"So what should we do next?" Chuntao stuffed the bag of straw scraps into her sleeve pocket and unfolded her plain clothes for her to put on.
Shen Weiwan adjusted her collar in front of the bronze mirror. The light blue color made her skin look even whiter. "Go to the warm room next door and take a look," she lowered her voice, "focus on the casual clothes that Shen Ruoruo took off, especially the skirt pockets."
Chun Tao understood and slid out, crouching low. Shen Weiwan was fixing her hair in front of the mirror, her ears perked up. From the warm room next door came Shen Ruoruo's scream: "Qinghe! Are you blind? Why is there grass clippings all over your skirt!"
"Miss, I don't know either..." Qing He's voice was filled with tears, "Maybe it got stuck in the suitcase just now?"
"Waste!" Shen Ruorou's voice rose, "Help me get rid of it! Madam Taifu is still waiting!"
A smile appeared on the corner of Shen Weiwan's mouth. The water that Chuntao had just sprinkled on the suitcase had already stuck the grass debris firmly to the clothes. Now it was afraid that the more she patted it, the more messy it would become. She deliberately raised her voice: "Cousin, are you okay? I think I heard you cursing?"
"I'm fine!" Shen Ruorou's voice was clearly gnashing her teeth. "Sister, change quickly and come out. Don't make Madam wait anxiously!"
"Oh——" Shen Weiwan dragged out the tone and walked out of the warm room slowly, her light green skirt fluttering in the wind, "Cousin, what do you think of me wearing this? Is it a bit too plain?"
Shen Ruorou had just changed into her casual clothes. As her lake-blue skirt swept across the threshold, bits of grass rustled from the pockets. She feigned composure as she looked Shen Weiwan up and down, but suddenly felt a strange itch on the inside of her thigh. "It's a little plain, but it's better than wearing dirty clothes," she said, subconsciously reaching for her skirt pocket, her fingertips touching something rough.
"Cousin, what are you touching?" Shen Weiwan pretended to be curious and moved closer. "Ah! There seems to be something in your skirt pocket!"
Shen Ruoruo suddenly retracted her hand, a trace of panic flashed across her face: "Nothing! Let's go!" She pulled Shen Weiwan out, but she walked crookedly because her legs were itchy.
As soon as the two of them arrived at the Peony Pavilion, they were caught by the waiting Taifu Madam. Madam Taifu looked at Shen Weiwan's light green skirt and frowned slightly: "Why are you wearing such old clothes?"
Shen Weiwan immediately pouted and pointed at the hem of Shen Ruoruo's skirt: "My cousin said her skirt doesn't fit me, so she asked me to wear my own..."
"You're talking nonsense!" Shen Ruorou screamed to interrupt her, but because of the unbearable itch, she frantically grabbed her lower back, "I clearly gave you a new skirt!"
"But there are grass scraps in your new skirt, cousin," Chen Weiwan blinked her innocent big eyes, her voice so sweet that it was sickening, "Look, there are also grass scraps on your skirt!" She stretched out her hand to point, but "accidentally" turned out Shen Ruoruo's skirt pocket, and the grass scraps inside fell all over the floor.
The noble ladies around her exclaimed in surprise. Shen Ruorou looked at the grass debris on the ground, then at the green hair on her skirt, and her face instantly turned the color of liver: "This... This is a misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstanding?" Madam Taifu's face darkened. "Ruorou, you let Weiwan wear a skirt with grass scraps?"
"I didn't!" Shen Ruorou was so anxious that she was about to cry. The itch on her legs became more and more severe, making her unable to help twisting her body. "She did it herself!"
"How could I get grass scraps on my clothes, cousin?" Shen Weiwan pouted aggrievedly, "But you, I heard the voice of scolding the maid in the side hall just now."
The noble ladies all looked at Shen Ruorou, the suspicion and contempt in their eyes almost piercing her. Shen Ruorou felt embarrassed and itchy, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but the itch in her lower back made her reach out to scratch uncontrollably, and the posture was as ugly as it could be.
"Enough!" Madam Taifu interrupted her with a frown, "Weiwan, come with me, I will find you a new dress." She glanced at Shen Ruoruo with disgust and took Shen Weiwan to the inner room.
Shen Ruorou watched them leave and suddenly felt her face itchy. She covered her face and rushed into the side hall. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a red pimple on her cheek. She was so scared that she screamed and overturned the dressing table.
On the waterside pavilion, Xiao Yu waved his folding fan, taking in the whole farce. When he saw Shen Weiwan "accidentally" flipping out the grass scraps from Shen Ruoruo's skirt pocket, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Your Highness, this Miss Shen is really..." The guard wanted to say "cunning", but was interrupted by Xiao Yu.
"That's brilliant." Xiao Yu watched Chen Weiwan's back as she followed Madam Taifu into the inner room, his eyes glittering with interest. "She hid grass debris in her skirt pocket, borrowing clothes to harm herself. It's amazing that she could come up with this idea."
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