Just as everyone was discussing this, the scene in the Heavenly Screen suddenly changed.
No longer the vast starry sky, no longer Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, but...
White Emperor City, Heavenly Prison Workshop.
Standing in front of the mirror, Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at herself, momentarily lost in thought.
The pale blue fairy dress had already been quietly put on her, as light as a feather, yet it faintly shimmered with a warm glow.
The dress was exquisitely tailored; it appeared flowing and loose, but in reality, it draped naturally and hugged her figure, subtly and clearly outlining her stunning curves.
The fabric was slightly sheer at the shoulders and neck, revealing her jade-like skin and a pair of delicate collarbones;
A belt woven with Liuyun cloud patterns was gently tightened at the waist, creating a breathtakingly narrow silhouette that accentuated the full and smooth lines of the hips and legs below.
The skirt reached her ankles, and as she walked, the cloud pattern seemed to move slowly. With each sway, it was as if ripples spread from her waist, then gently tapered at her calves, revealing the outline of her straight and slender legs.
Most remarkably, the clothes not only did not restrict her, but also made her feel completely comfortable.
The Magic Power flowed more and more smoothly within his body, each breath became deeper and longer, and the pure and spiritual energy seemed to seep into his skin through his clothes.
She moved slightly, the hem of her pale blue skirt brushing against her feet, as if shrouded in a thin mist of starlight.
"This... this is a magic weapon?"
Zhu Zhuqing murmured, reaching out to gently stroke the hem of her skirt. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, unlike any ordinary fabric.
Jiang Wanwan stood behind her, nodding with a smile, "Yes, it is woven with cloud and rosy brocade, and has three small spirit-gathering formations and one simple defensive formation embedded in it."
Although it's just a standard accessory for maids in Heavenly Court, it should be considered a pretty good treasure in your world.
"Standard accessories for maids..."
Zhu Zhuqing's lips twitched slightly.
Such a treasure would definitely cause a bloodbath in the Douluo Continent, with all the major forces fighting tooth and nail for it.
But in that Heavenly Court, was that merely the standard equipment for maids?
What would the real treasure look like?
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't imagine it.
"Sister Wanwan," Zhu Zhuqing suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Wanwan, a hint of expectation in her eyes, "I... could I also bring one back for my sister?"
Jiang Wanwan was slightly taken aback. "Your sister?"
"Mm." Zhu Zhuqing nodded.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's expectant eyes, Jiang Wanwan nodded. "Okay, but do you know your sister's size?"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded immediately. "I know! My sister... well, she's a little older than me, but about the same age otherwise."
As she spoke, she subconsciously puffed out her chest and gestured.
Jiang Wanwan chuckled and looked at Zhu Zhuqing mischievously, "Little girl, I didn't realize you two sisters... well, you both have quite the impressive figures."
Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face flushed red, and she quickly lowered her head, whispering, "Sister Wanwan..."
"Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you."
Jiang Wanwan smiled and waved her hand, "Since you know the size, that makes things easier. I'll have someone adjust it slightly to your measurements. However..."
She glanced at the sky outside the window. "It took quite a while to alter your clothes."
It's getting late, I'll have someone notify the workshop to come and pick it up tomorrow.
We'll go back now.
"Go back?" Zhu Zhuqing looked up. "Go back to where?"
Jiang Wanwan smiled mysteriously, " Upper Heavenly Palace."
" The Upper Heavenly Palace?" Zhu Zhuqing blinked. "What kind of place is that?"
You'll see when you get there.
Jiang Wanwan didn't answer directly, but instead took Zhu Zhuqing's hand, "Let's go. Before His Majesty returns, you'd better be a qualified maid."
Otherwise, I cannot bear the consequences if His Majesty blames me.
Zhu Zhuqing was pulled outside by Jiang Wanwan, her heart filled with curiosity.
Upper Heavenly Palace...
It sounds like a palace in the heavens?
The two walked out of the room and through the workshop's long corridor.
The guards and craftsmen she encountered along the way all bowed respectfully to Jiang Wanwan.
When they saw Zhu Zhuqing, a hint of amazement flashed in their eyes, but they immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at her for long.
Clearly, Jiang Wanwan had given some instructions, or Zhu Zhuqing's clothing indicated that she was "someone close to His Majesty."
Just as the two were about to leave the workshop area, they passed a prison cell.
Inside the cell, Dai Mubai was bowing his head, struggling to thread a needle.
He never imagined that one day he would be doing such meticulous and outrageous work.
My rough fingers were pricked several times by a fine needle, drawing blood. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the frustration in my heart.
Just then, he heard a very faint footstep and instinctively looked up.
One glance was enough to strike him like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in place.
Zhu Zhuqing was walking under the corridor at the other end.
She was no longer wearing the tight-fitting leather outfit that allowed for easy movement, but rather a light blue dress that he had never seen before.
The fabric of her dress seemed to glow, flowing with a gentle radiance as she moved, making her appear like a fairy emerging from the clouds.
Her waist was cinched extremely thin, and the hem of her skirt swayed like ripples on water, outlining a breathtaking figure that exuded an unapproachable, aloof air.
She tilted her head slightly and spoke to the "Miss Jiang" beside her. Her profile appeared exceptionally delicate and gentle in the dim light, an expression Dai Mubai had never seen before.
The coldness and wariness had lessened, replaced by a sense of... peace, and even a hint of anticipation?
Jiang Wanwan, who was beside her and seemed to hold a high position in the Heavenly Prison Workshop, was affectionately holding her hand, her attitude almost protective.
Compare yourself to this moment--
Imprisoned, dressed in coarse cloth prison clothes, his hands blistered from needlework, surrounded by the fierce and ruthless Wang Lao'er, he was doing the lowest of labor, his future uncertain and his life hanging in the balance.
On what grounds?!
A surge of anger, a mixture of jealousy, resentment, humiliation, and a Evil Fire of betrayal, suddenly welled up in Dai Mubai's head. He abruptly stood up, opening his mouth to shout again:
"Bamboo--!"
However, before the words could even leave his throat, he caught a glimpse of Wang Lao'er's suddenly cold, indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a dead object.
A chilling fear instantly extinguished the impulse.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, like a fish being strangled.
They could only watch helplessly as Zhu Zhuqing seemed to sense something and glanced in their direction.
Her gaze was calm and unwavering. When it swept over his disheveled figure, it didn't linger at all, as if it were just glancing at an insignificant object. Then she turned back and chatted and laughed softly with Jiang Wanwan Tingting before gracefully disappearing at the end of the corridor.
"What are you looking at! Get to work!"
Wang Lao'er's gruff rebuke was accompanied by a light kick to his shin.
Dai Mubai stumbled and fell back onto the cold stone bench, his fingers gripping the thin needle tightly. The needle tip pierced deep into the pad of his thumb, and blood gushed out, but he was completely unaware.
I'm not reconciled!
Why!
Why would she dress in such glamorous clothes to "learn how to serve that Heavenly Emperor "?
And yet I'm stuck here, toiling like the lowest of slaves?!