Zhi’er heard this and frowned deeply.

It seems the Emperor of the Qin Kingdom has indeed always been targeting Duke Huan.

Did Guoguo come back to take the blame?

But as for the specifics, Song Qingrui didn’t know either, and Zhi’er feared alerting the snake, so she did not inquire further.

However, after this conversation, Zhi’er suddenly felt that Song Qingrui was just a bit foolish, and her heart was not so vicious.

Out of kindness, Zhi’er advised, "I see your Life Palace is yellowish; you might fall ill, take care of yourself."

Song Qingrui didn’t take it seriously, covered her lips, and laughed, "I’ve been in excellent health recently, how could I get sick?"

"But Miss Jing can read fortunes? You’ve made me see you in a new light."

Zhi’er blinked her long eyelashes, "I have traveled far and wide, naturally knowing a few tricks."

Song Qingrui was curious, "What kind of business are you really in? My father said you are extraordinary in your speech, not like merchants."

Zhi’er felt her heart skip.

Turns out Duke Huan has started suspecting their identity.

She chuckled, "We’re just merchants, oh, we sculpt deities for people and bless them."

Song Qingrui’s eyes lit up, "That’s truly amazing. If you could enter the palace, the Emperor would definitely favor you."

"For the late Empress, the Emperor is searching everywhere for gifted individuals to summon her soul."

"If you could bless those statues for the Emperor and pray for the late Empress, you would certainly receive a great reward."

Zhi’er didn’t have the leisure for that.

But she still agreed verbally, "If there’s a chance, I’ll showcase my skills to the Emperor."

Song Qingrui put on the purple dress, turned back and forth in the skirt, liking it immensely.

"So beautiful, no wonder it’s Xiangxue Silk," she marveled.

"It’s just a pity my build isn’t as good as yours; it’s tight on me," Song Qingrui touched her waist.

Her waist was slightly thicker; the clothes were tailored to Zhi’er’s measurements.

But Song Qingrui was determined to wear it beautifully for the birthday feast.

She planned to hold her breath, so it wouldn’t seem tight.

Zhi’er wouldn’t want clothes others had worn.

So seeing Song Qingrui liking it so much, she simply said, "I’ll give you this dress."

"Aren’t there still two days before the birthday feast? You should have the chance to ask the embroidery lady to adjust the size."

Song Qingrui was overjoyed.

"Miss Jing, you are so kind. I’ll have the maid bring you silver, don’t be modest with me, whatever the market price per piece, I’ll give you that!"

Zhi’er pursed her lips, her dark eyes shimmering.

"The market price seems to be 300 taels per inch."

Song Qingrui: ...

She let out an awkward laugh, "Ah? It’s calculated by the inch, so it is a bit expensive."

This piece, when made into clothing, used nearly sixty inches.

Converted to silver, it would be tens of thousands of taels.

Song Qingrui felt a bit embarrassed but still wanted to save face.

"Alright, I’ll go back and ask my mother, however much we have, we’ll send it to you."

Zhi’er wasn’t genuinely intending to take her money.

The young girl waved her hand, "I don’t lack money, but Song Yingchuan is my good friend. If you could, on account of the dress, treat him better."

Song Qingrui hesitated, furrowing her brow in thought for a moment.

Then, she nodded, "Alright, you gifting me the dress so freely, I shouldn’t argue with Song Yingchuan."

"Though I can’t promise to get along harmoniously with him in the future, when I see him, I’ll just pretend not to know him, neither provoke nor offend."

And so, Song Qingrui left happily.