Your Ninth Royal Highness, Please Change Your Clothes

Xie Zhaoxue really likes this little nephew who has no blood relationship.

He is like a porcelain doll, his black eyes are like broken stars.

In today's snowy weather, Zhong Wenjin didn't know how many layers he wore. From a distance, he looked round and round, with a thick tiger-print cotton cap on his head.

There was only one servant behind him.

As the cold wind whistled, the street was extremely deserted, except for an elderly woman who was sitting on the side of the road selling embroidery. She was wrapped in an old cotton-padded jacket, and her whole body was hunched over to resist the wind and snow.

The stall was placed in front of a closed tavern, and the long eaves at least covered her from the snow.

Zhong Wenjin stopped in front of the old woman's stall. He looked at the old woman, and then at the embroidery in front of him that was completely covered with silk.

Sensing someone, the old woman raised her head and saw that it was a young man. She knew in her heart that there was little chance of making a deal, but she still asked by luck, "Young man, do you want to buy some embroidery?"

Zhong Wenjin replied, "With such heavy snow, there is no one on the street, why don't you go home?"

The old woman smiled and said, "It's snowing too much, I have to wait for the snow to stop before I can leave."

"It's been snowing these few days, why do you still come out to sell these things?" He asked again.

"Business to support the family can't be broken." The old woman replied, "I sold two of them today, so I can buy something to fill my stomach tomorrow. If I don't sell them today, I will starve tomorrow."

She sighed, "It's a pity that the snow came so fast, I thought I could sell at least five."

All the things were embroidered by the old woman herself, some were hanging gadgets, some were for children to play with, and some were delicate embroidery patterns for girls.

Zhong Wenjin didn't ask any more questions. He lowered his eyes and looked at things again and again, thoughtfully.

Xie Zhaoxue stood not far away, waiting patiently to see what he was going to do.

However, Zhong Wenjin just stood there for a while, then turned around and left. Seeing this, the servant behind him quickly followed up with an umbrella.

The old woman shook her head lightly, looking at the heavy snow flying all over the sky, the melancholy appeared on her face again, she was lonely.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Xie Zhaoxue's hand holding the umbrella was freezing cold, and she still didn't leave.

After a while, a man came hurriedly holding an umbrella, and stopped in front of the old woman's booth with his neck curled up, saying, "Our lady likes your embroidery, and I want it all. Tell me a price."

The old woman's eyes widened in surprise, and she stood up overjoyed, "Oh! Your lady is really a god! A beautiful person is blessed by God!"

The man grinned, "Don't say that."

"One child's plaything is five coppers. There are seven of them here. The embroidered pattern..." The old woman was excited, fearing that the kind-hearted person in front of her would repent, and immediately began to sort out the things she brought.

Who knew it was only halfway through, the man directly handed over a small silver ingot, "Forget it, one by one is too time-consuming, this is enough for you, right?"

"That's too much!" The old woman hurriedly waved her hands, "I can't find any spare money."

"It's nothing, you can take it." The man stuffed the silver into the old woman's hand, "It's cold, I can't keep my lady waiting too long, you wrap everything up quickly, I'll take it away."

As soon as the old woman held the silver, she couldn't bear to let it go, and hurriedly put it into her bosom, while thinking about the fairy going down to earth, she neatly packed up all the embroidery and handed it over to the man.

The man held the umbrella again and hurried into the snow.

Xie Zhaoxue watched, her beautiful eyes were suddenly stained with a smile.

He knew that person, that was the servant who followed Zhong Wenjin just now.