Yun Qianās eyes wandered, as she slowly leaned closer to Xu Changāanās face, his expression appearing somewhat dazed.
Seeing that Xu Changāan didnāt respond to her, Yun Qian furrowed her brows slightly: "Didnāt hear clearly?"
"I... I heard you clearly." Xu Changāan snapped back to reality, feeling quite shocked inside.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yun Qian shook her head, thinking that it wasnāt strange for her mindset to have shifted lately, wanting to dress better in front of Miss Zhu.
After all, thatās how itās written in the books.
Now, realizing she might be the main wife, Yun Qian began to think about those books Xu Changāan wrote.
She canāt meet her husbandās fate looking so disheveled.
"Miss, why do you suddenly... want to change clothes?" Xu Changāan asked blankly.
In his heart, he thought Miss Yun wouldnāt mind these things.
"Not changing clothes," Yun Qian emphasized seriously: "Itās changing into... nice clothes."
Xu Changāan: "..."
After a while, Xu Changāan looked at Yun Qian with a peculiar expression, then carefully asked: "Miss, do you think these clothes are too... plain?"
"Mm." Yun Qian nodded, pointing at the storage pouch on Xu Changāanās waist: "Do you have any nice clothes?"
Listening to Yun Qianās words, Xu Changāan stood there stunned for a while, then sighed.
"Indeed... attending a banquet should require dressing nicely."
Although he didnāt know what happened to Miss Yun again, Yun Qian was very serious in wanting to dress nicely, and this was something he confirmed.
At this moment, Xu Changāan didnāt say to Yun Qian, "Dressing plain is to avoid making Zhu Pingniang jealous."
After all, itās rare for Miss Yun to care about her appearance.
But suddenly, Xu Changāan remembered something.
Did Miss Yun just want to say... Senior Zhu likes, likes him?
Could it be this thought that made Miss Yun touch the threshold of jealousy, learning to feel a sour heart?
Immediately, Xu Changāan became excited.
"Miss, could it be that... youāre jealous?"
"?"
Facing Yun Qianās eyes that intertwined confusion and bewilderment, Xu Changāan realized he misunderstood.
Although he continued to feel puzzled about Miss Yun suddenly disliking these "plain" clothes, Xu Changāan knew that most of the time Miss Yunās whims lacked reasons.
Forcefully speaking...
Itās only for making him more moved.
"Miss." Xu Changāan grabbed the waist storage pouch filled with various clothes, trying for a last attempt: "I already like the way youāre dressed now. If itās to make me like you, thereās no need to change clothes."
Yun Qian didnāt respond to Xu Changāan but instead asked: "I want to change into nice clothes. You donāt like it?"
Listening to Yun Qianās words, Xu Changāan immediately realized Miss Yunās thoughts had nothing to do with him and muttered.
"Could it be... she really learned to be jealous?"
If so, itās truly a great thing.
Worth documenting as an anniversary to be celebrated every year with incense and prayers.
"Alright." Xu Changāan finally removed the storage pouch from his waist, shaking his head: "Indeed, suppressing the Missās charm like this... is truly lacking ambition."
His eyes were serious.
The warm atmosphere inside the room intensified once again, crystal clear droplets fell like threads on the window, complementing the girlās serene face, very captivating.
"Since Miss wants to dress nicely, letās do it properly." Xu Changāan said, finally taking Miss Yun down from his embrace.
"Properly?" Yun Qian didnāt quite understand.
"If itās plain, then go to the extreme of being plain." Xu Changāan smiled: "If itās nice, then naturally stun Senior Zhu, this is one of the few things I can flaunt to others."
"Iām not a thing." Yun Qian seemed displeased and poked Xu Changāan, but at the same time felt happy being used as flaunting capital.
"So then." Xu Changāan shook the storage pouch in his hand and asked.
"The clothes given by the girls at Piluo Residence are all here, Miss... what kind of clothes do you want to wear?"
"Whatever you find nice is fine." Yun Qian didnāt have specific requirements, as long as itās not plain like this.
"Then... Iāll just pick randomly..."
Xu Changāan was about to say something but was stopped by Yun Qian holding his hand.
"No, you canāt pick randomly." Yun Qian then remembered something and seriously said in Xu Changāanās helpless gaze: "Pick according to the style Miss Aqing you like."
"Qingyi, Qing skirts?" Xu Changāan was slightly stunned, then looked at the hint of blue outside the carriage, stirred by the half-demon woman driving the carriage.
"I donāt know the specifics, but it must match the Miss Aqing you like." Yun Qian said slowly.
Even though she possibly was the main wife and didnāt need to learn anything like those potential disenfranchised women her husband might have left behind.
But only Miss Aqing who he mentioned liking still holds great reference value.
"Alright, I understand." Xu Changāan sighed, then let Yun Qian sit well in the carriage, gently lifted the curtain, and said to the Qingyi woman driving the carriage: "Miss, stop for a moment."
"Eh?" The Qingyi woman was slightly stunned, then she reined in the horse, slowly stopping the carriage by the roadside, then jumped off and turned back to speak.
"Young Master, weāre almost at Unfastened Boat, about two miles left."
Xu Changāan got off the carriage, "Temporarily have a matter, please wait for a quarter of an hour, it shouldnāt be an issue."