"..."
Such a perfectly good mouth-could you just not use it? Did I come here to thank you?
I discovered first thing this morning that my little secret was about to be exposed and raced straight over without stopping. How could I have had time to worry about that?
Jiang Yourning was left standing there awkwardly again.
Until...
Qian Miao came over carrying a tray of mung bean soup.
"Miss Jiang, have some soup. I added sugar for you, too. If it isn't enough, just say the word. My master has sugar here, so I can add some more."
"Thank you."
Jiang Yourning looked at Qian Miao with a trace of gratitude in her eyes.
Buddy, your timing couldn't be better. I was about to die of embarrassment. Thank you for rescuing me from fire and flood. If I get the chance, I'll repay you.
As she thought this, her gaze swept over the pattern at the bottom corner of Qian Miao's robe, and her eyes suddenly lit up again.
Well, well! Looks like the upper hand is about to land right back in my lap. Buddy, you really are a good man.
"National Preceptor, I just thought of something I wanted to ask you~"
Suddenly feeling confident again, Jiang Yourning straightened her back considerably. She rose with a bright smile, walked behind Qing Qianxue, and resumed massaging his shoulders.
"Ask."
Seeing the girl suddenly turn fawning again, Qing Qianxue raised his eyebrows.
"Your subordinates all wear the same clothes, right?"
"Yes."
"Then, aside from your household, does anyone else in the Capital have clothes like these?"
"No."
The smile on Jiang Yourning's lips instantly deepened.
She stopped massaging him, took a small strip of cloth from her sleeve, and waved it in front of Qing Qianxue.
"Then, my lifesaving