Bai Zhi’er extended her arm.

"See for yourself, Shopkeeper. You deal in clothing, so I’m sure you don’t need me to explain the fabric I’m wearing, right?"

The housekeeper glanced suspiciously at Bai Zhi’er.

The girl’s clothes were orange-yellow, with a slight white glow as she moved.

At first, the housekeeper thought it was the light reflecting off the pearls embedded in the clothing.

But as Bai Zhi’er extended her sleeve alone, she looked closely and realized Bai Zhi’er was wearing something extraordinary!

The housekeeper quickly reached out to touch Bai Zhi’er’s sleeve.

Her eyes widened slowly in disbelief.

"Is it the Xiangxue Silk worth a thousand gold pieces per batch? This... this fabric circulates only ten pieces annually in the Six Kingdoms, and the rest are bought by the fourth son of Great Chu."

"How did Miss Jing come by it?"

Bai Zhi’er withdrew her sleeve.

She propped her chin, her grape-black eyes blinking slyly.

"You just said the fourth son bought it all. I travel far and wide doing business, so it’s normal to know some influential people."

"Of course, I got it from the fourth son."

Bai Zhi’er wasn’t lying; it was indeed a gift from her Fourth Brother.

Not only was her dress made of Xiangxue Silk, but even the handkerchiefs she used, and the bed linen in the palace were made of this fabric.

What seemed like common material in Bai Zhi’er’s eyes was actually rare and precious to others.

It seemed her Fourth Brother indeed spent a lot of money each year, nearly monopolizing Xiangxue Silk.

Song Qingrui suddenly stood up, unable to believe her eyes on Bai Zhi’er’s attire.

She repeatedly confirmed with the housekeeper: "Are you sure you didn’t mistake it? A female merchant wearing such fine clothes?"

The housekeeper looked embarrassed: "Miss, after so many years in the fabric business, I wouldn’t mistake it."

"The fourth son of Great Chu is incredibly wealthy. Each year, he buys all the Xiangxue Silk at the highest price."

"Last year, our Emperor managed to acquire ten pieces, which were all buried in the late Empress’s tomb."

"Looking at Miss Jing’s dress, its color is as new, and it emits a fresh fragrance, it’s indeed this year’s newly dyed Xiangxue Silk."

Xiangxue Silk is known for maintaining a light fragrance for a whole year after being newly dyed.

Regardless of its final color, it sparkles like snow in the sunlight, not resembling snow in color but in brightness.

Hence the name Xiangxue Silk.

Song Qingying stared at Bai Zhi’er with dark, unreadable eyes.

But Song Qingrui was anxious: "Do you have more silk? Name a price, I’ll buy it all!"

Bai Zhi’er propped her chin: "I’m afraid you can’t afford it."

Song Qingrui was momentarily speechless.

Xiangxue Silk was indeed expensive. Although her family was wealthy, her father, Duke Huan, had offended the Emperor and faced restrictions everywhere.

Song Qingrui could no longer spend money recklessly as before.

She bit her lip, feeling reluctant.

"You live in my house, can’t you give me a piece? Or... sell me a piece at a discount so I can make a dress out of it."

"If I could have such a dress, I’d surely be the most beautiful girl at Ming Yang’s birthday banquet, and I could outshine that Commandery Princess from another country."

Bai Zhi’er ignored the mention of the Commandery Princess, treating it as an unfamiliar stranger.

She looked at Song Qingrui helplessly: "But how would I carry Xiangxue Silk with me when I travel? I only have ready-made clothes."

Song Qingrui was taken aback.

A moment later, she unexpectedly approached Bai Zhi’er.

"Miss Jing, I’m sorry. I was wrong before. If I had known you had such fine silk, I wouldn’t have troubled you."

"I was too petty, thinking you were just a merchant trying to take advantage. Can you not take it to heart?"

"Can you lend me one of your dresses? I’ll return it after wearing it." Song Qingrui pleaded.