"How about coming to Guyin Temple every day and making me a roast meat dish?"
This time, Feng Han did not use Xiaobai's name again. Instead, he made the request directly in his own name.
Su Qiao shook her head. "You're only sending someone to watch over me for one night. This deal isn't worth it."
Feng Han's gaze swept over her well-fitting snow-blue clothes. "Then... how about you make me a set of ordinary clothes?"
Su Qiao had not expected him to bring up the same old matter again. Speechless, she shot him a sideways glance. "You really are persistent."
"Among those palace maids you brought, isn't there even one with good needlework?"
"No."
Feng Han's expression did not change.
"This trip was rather rushed, and we didn't make sufficient preparations. Those palace maids are all clumsy—even embroidering a pouch is beyond them. I often go out, so I need to wear ordinary clothes."
Yuan Liu: "..." What did that make the two embroiderers accompanying them?
Naturally, he no longer dared to show his face at a time like this.
His master's anger had only just subsided. He would have to be an idiot to provoke him again now.
As for Yuan Wu, he merely glanced at his master ahead of them before lowering his head, pretending he had heard nothing. Carrying the person on his shoulder, he silently followed behind.
On the surface, his master had still seemed calm and unruffled these past few days. He handled official business when it was time to work and rested when it was time to rest. Yet Yuan Wu could vaguely sense that he was extremely restless, his heart far from peaceful.
And all of this was clearly because of the little girl ahead of them, who was only fourteen years