Zhi’er thought for a moment, her face looking somewhat troubled.

"Those clothes, I’ve worn them before, are you okay with that?"

Song Qingrui only wanted to wear beautiful clothes.

If she could wear Xiangxue Silk clothes at the birthday banquet, other boudoirs would surely envy her to death.

So why would she care if the clothes were worn by someone else?

"Of course I don’t mind, Miss Jing, if you agree, then you’ll be a friend of Song Qingrui from now on."

"I assure you, in this household, as long as I don’t bully you, no one can touch you!"

With a delicate smile, Zhi’er responded.

She said, "Then come with me to the East Garden to try on some clothes first, they might not fit, only wearing them will tell."

Song Qingrui stood up immediately.

She followed Zhi’er out of the pavilion.

Her sister Song Qingying hastily got up: "Ru’er, don’t you want these fabrics sent by Jinyi Pavilion?"

Song Qingrui only cared about following Zhi’er, without turning her head.

"You can choose, sister, anyway, I have better clothes to wear."

After they left, Song Qingying looked at the fabrics, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

Arriving at the East Garden, they entered the room where Zhi’er usually rested.

"Pick one yourself." Zhi’er pointed to three large boxes.

Song Qingrui was simply overjoyed.

"Miss Jing, you are truly a good person!" She rushed over, looking back and forth in the three large boxes.

Every garment was exquisitely crafted, with bright colors.

Three large boxes filled with Xiangxue Silk clothes, how wealthy that must be.

In her heart, Song Qingrui’s admiration for Jing Zhi soared to new heights.

"Brother Ming Yang likes purple clothes, so I’ll choose this one!" Song Qingrui pulled out a crimson-purple dress.

Zhi’er walked over: "Let me help you wear it, this dress needs the belt to be tied tightly."

Song Qingrui thanked her repeatedly: "You’re so kind."

They moved outside the screen, Zhi’er glanced up, noticing the maids were quite far away in the outer room. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

So, while helping Song Qingrui tie the belt, Zhi’er said: "Miss Song, my friend Song Yingchuan isn’t your real brother, right?"

"It seems your relationship isn’t very good, I thought you were siblings."

Song Qingrui snorted at the remark: "He deserves to be my real brother? He’s born of a concubine, even calling him brother feels disdainful."

Zhi’er felt indignant for Guoguo.

"Since that’s the case, why did you call him back?"

Song Qingrui was adjusting her skirt, responding thoughtlessly: "I don’t know, just heard my mom say he could help Dad."

"So I can’t mess with him, otherwise, given how rudely he speaks, I’d already have embarrassed him!"

Listening to Song Qingrui’s scorn for Guoguo, Zhi’er’s hand involuntarily tightened a bit.

Song Qingrui exclaimed "Ouch": "This waist is too tight!"

Zhi’er echoed indifferently: "Then let me loosen it, did you eat too much at lunch?"

Song Qingrui suspiciously pondered: "Maybe..."

"But Miss Jing, you’re much better than Song Yingchuan, I thought you came to our home as some freeloading merchant, didn’t expect you to be so generous."

"Here’s a piece of advice, avoid interacting with Song Yingchuan, he won’t end well."

Zhi’er sensitively caught the last statement: "Why are you so sure? He’s returned as the young master, isn’t prosperity enough?"

Song Qingrui murmured: "Our household is a bit troubled, Dad said the Emperor keeps an eye on us, so my mom wants to marry us off quickly."

"What use is Song Yingchuan taking over the Duke Huan Mansion, it’s just a mess, the Emperor won’t spare him either."