The Lucky Heiress

Chapter 445: 445: A Light Punishment_1

Chapter 445: Chapter 445: A Light Punishment_1

“Wanwan, look at this piece of fabric, it complements your skin tone, making it even more delicate and smooth.”

Madam Bai enthusiastically spoke to Wei Qingwan.

Wei Qingwan nodded, “I will listen to my second aunt.”

Madam Bai looked at Wei Qingwan’s obedient and agreeable demeanor, and the smile on her face grew broader. “Let’s choose these several pieces then. We’ll select a couple of them for you to make some dresses, and the rest will be your dowry.”

“I’ll do as my second aunt suggests.”

“Second aunt is just giving you some suggestions. If you have any ideas, you can tell your second aunt, and she will definitely help you,” Madam Bai said.

“My second aunt has already helped me so much. I don’t know how to thank her,”Wei Qingwan replied.

“What are you saying? We are all family. Your mother has to take care of both you and your sister’s weddings. She’s a little bit more invested in your sister’s marriage, and it’s inevitable that she may neglect you a bit. If your second aunt doesn’t help you, who will?” Madam Bai comforted her.

When mention turned to Madame Yun, Wei Qingwan couldn’t help but feel a bit down, because she indeed felt that Yun seemed to care more about Wei Qingruo’s marriage.

As expected, her attitude towards her had started to shift, especially after Wei Qingruo was promoted to being the legitimate wife of the ninth prince.

Seeing Wei Qingwan’s expression change, Madam Bai quickly corrected herself: “Your aunt said the wrong thing. What she said was off-handed, and it’s not necessarily true that your mother was intentionally neglecting you. Don’t overthink it.”

Then Madam Bai said, “Actually in my heart, you are much better than your sister in every way, and you are more like our Wei family’s direct bloodline. I don’t think the swapping at birth was necessarily true. To this point, there’s no conclusive evidence to prove that you two were really switched. We cannot entirely believe the word of the midwife.”

Hearing what Madam Bai said, Wei Qingwan’s heart was stirred.

Yes, it was merely the word of a midwife, why should she be convinced that she was not Wei’s biological daughter? And perhaps Wei Qingruo was He family’s biological child.

But by now saying this was useless, no matter who was real and who was fake, their identities wouldn’t change in the outside world.

Just when Wei Ruo walked into the Caiyun Room, she happened to overhear the conversation between Bai and Wei Qingwan.

Wei Ruo found it comical, when had Yun ever favored her? It was just that her marriage was impending, and the palace had sent someone to supervise the preparations for her wedding. Yun had no choice but to focus on preparing her dowry first.

Then Wei Ruo heard Bai say to Wei Qingwan, “Wanwan, the fabrics here are nice, but they’re not as good as those your sister received as rewards.”

Wei Qingwan’s expression became slightly stiff, but she still replied, “It’s just my fault for not having good skills like my sister, for not being able to get such rewards. Now I can only buy some ordinary fabrics for my dowry.”

Madam Bai contemplated, “If I were your sister, I would generously share some with you to add to your dowry. In the future, you will both be Queens. It would be a good story for sisters to help each other out.”

Wei Qingwan smirked, “Not everyone is as enlightened as my second aunt. But regardless of what my sister does, she has her reasons, and I won’t blame her.”

“Oh, you do have a sense of the bigger picture, not like some people…” Bai didn’t finish her sentence, considering the number of people coming and going around, she sighed long expressing her helpless regret.

Upon hearing this, Xiumei clenched her fists, looking angry.

Wei Ruo noticed she was upset, “Are you unhappy?”

“After hearing their conversation, I don’t know why I want to punch someone!” Xiumei raised her fist and said resentfully.

Wei Ruo chuckled, “You can’t do that, public fighting in the capital city will get you caught by the authorities. However, we can do something else.”

As she spoke, Wei Ruo calmly walked up to Bai and Wei Qingwan and touched the teal brocade they had selected.

“Young man, my mistress has chosen this fabric,” said Cuihe.

Wei Ruo was brilliantly disguised, even Chu Lan and the others didn’t recognize her, let alone Cuihe.

Wei Ruo nodded and then discreetly walked away.

When Wei Ruo returned to Xiumei, she had a mischievous smile on her face. She then whispered something in Xiumei’s ear.

Xiumei laughed out loud, worrying that her laughter was too obvious, she quickly covered her mouth with her right hand.

“Let’s go and get down to business,” said Wei Ruo.

After laughing, Wei Ruo took Xiumei to find the clerk of the Caiyun Room, explained their purpose, and they were led to a room at the back of the store.

When Wei Ruo opened the door, she was surprised at the person sitting in the room.

The owner of the Caiyun Room turned out to be a beautiful married woman!

She was determined that it was a married woman because she was wearing the hairstyle that was only worn by married women.

At the same time, the woman’s skin was fair, she had a beautiful face, her eyes glowed with charm, her lips were red while her teeth were white, and her figure was enchanting.

A phrase popped up in Wei Ruo’s mind: A mature lady still has charm.

As Wei Ruo examined the beautiful woman, the woman was also examining Wei Ruo.

“My clerk said you have fabrics to sell me?” The woman asked casually, a distant look in her eyes.

She wasn’t really interested in the young gentleman in front of her; she never lacked suppliers in her Cloud Room, but many people wanted to sell fabrics to her.

The reason she agreed to meet him was merely because he had the audacity to come directly to negotiate business and even boasted of having fabrics she had never seen before.

“Yes, my surname is Xu, I’m a small businessman. May I know how to address you?”

“Just call me Madam Sun,” the woman said.

“Madam Sun, I have some fabrics to show you. I don’t know if you’d be interested,” Wei Ruo said, taking out a handkerchief-sized piece of fabric and handed it to her politely.

Madam Sun lazily glanced at the fabric in Wei Ruo’s hand. Then, her face changed.

She quickly stepped forward, grabbed the fabric and squinted at it closely.

“Where did you get this color?”

Madam Sun was immediately taken by the fabric’s purple color.

This color was not easy to procure because the yield was very low and extremely precious, and was usually contributed to the palace. Common stores didn’t sell it.

Her shop did not sell it regularly. Even when she occasionally got some, she wouldn’t publicly display it for sale, instead selling it privately to the dignitaries she knew.

“Madam Sun, I’m selling this fabric. Can we leave the issue of dyeing aside for a moment?” Wei Ruo said.

Madam Sun paused, then put her focus back on the fabric itself, caressing it gently with her fingertips.

“What kind of fabric is this?” Madam Sun asked, her expression serious and doubtful. Her voice was curt, revealing her eagerness to know the answer.