The princess is rebellious and brings space to make trouble for the villain

The four of them walked for a while and then arrived at Luoshangfang.

Fang Shiwan looked at the three words on the door and commented habitually, "The decoration is pretty good."

"Wan'er, let's go. We have to go have lunch after making clothes for Nanny Zhang and Ziyun."

"Okay, mother."

As I walked into the textile mill, I was dazzled by the fabrics of the clothes inside. They were all high-end goods, every piece was top-grade Shu brocade silk, and there was not even a single piece of cotton or linen to be seen.

The owner of this shop must be really wealthy. These fabrics must have cost a lot of money, right?

The shopkeeper, who was about thirty years old, saw the well-dressed woman coming in, and quickly put down his abacus and walked around the front desk.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the owner of this shop, but what kind of clothes do you like?"

Zhou looked at Fang Shiwan's stunned expression and smiled. Her daughter must have never seen these things before. She would take her to Xiuyunfang in the general's mansion tomorrow to let her see them enough.

"Shopkeeper, what kind of fabrics do you have here?"

"Madam, in addition to the Shujin silk fabrics you two like, my shop also has some even better quality Lingyun silk fabrics on the second floor. If you have any fabrics you like, please let me know and I can check."

After hearing this, Ziyun smiled and walked forward and said, "Boss, do you have any coarse cloth?"

After hearing what Ziyun said, the shopkeeper was stunned for a while, then he laughed and said, "Excuse me, young lady. We don't have coarse cloth here. The lowest quality is silk mixed with linen."

Ziyun thought of the small monthly allowance she received and smiled awkwardly at the shopkeeper: "Sorry, if that's the case, we'll come back next time."

As she spoke, she and Nanny Zhang held hands, lowered their heads and prepared to walk out the door.

"Come back." Fang Shiwan looked at the two people, smiled, picked up the handkerchief and covered his mouth.

"Miss, I think it's better not to give up this piece of cloth..."

"If that's the case I'll find a slave who's willing to wear my clothes and serve me."

Shopkeeper: “…” It was the first time he had seen such an interesting lady. If the servants didn’t want the clothes she bought, they would be fired.

When Ziyun and Aunt Zhang heard Fang Shiwan's words, they abruptly retracted their raised feet and turned back stiffly: "Miss..."

Without waiting for them to say anything else, Fang Shiwan met the shopkeeper's amused eyes and said, "Shopkeeper, call your seamstresses over to measure their bodies and make some nice clothes for them."

"Yes, ma'am."

Seeing such a generous young lady, the shopkeeper turned around and smiled from ear to ear.

Zhou stood aside, looking at her daughter who had some ideas, and became more determined to hire a teacher for her.

After a while, three or five tailors took Ziyun and Nanny Zhang to measure their bodies.

After being pulled, turned around, and directed in various ways, the two of them stood aside in a daze.

It took a while for the two to come back to their senses.

They have never had clothes tailored for them since they were born. Now that they have experienced the treatment of young ladies in the boudoir, they suddenly feel sorry for the young ladies who always feel dizzy every time they have their clothes measured.

"Miss, the registration is complete. You can take a look at the fabrics and make your selections."

Fang Shiwan looked around, and thought of their identities as maids. She was also afraid that Ziyun and Aunt Zhang would feel pressured by what they wore, so she didn't dare to choose something too extravagant.

Fang Shiwan pointed to the plain-colored cloth in front of him.

"The aqua and lake blue brocade in front of the shopkeeper is for the maid next to me, and the plain cyan and dark blue brocade is for the maid next to my mother."

The shopkeeper took out a notebook and wrote down Fang Shiwan's words. While writing, he glanced at Ziyun and Aunt Zhang.

"Okay, Miss, it will take two days to make the clothes. Can we deliver them to your house in two days?"

"Okay." Chu Liuli said, and then looked at Zhou: "Mom, are you okay?"

"Okay, I'll make the decision later."

Afterwards, Zhou took out some silver from her waist and handed it to the shopkeeper. Fang Shiwan saw this and immediately stopped her.

"Mother, my daughter has it here, how can I ask you to give it to me?"

This money was given to her by her grandfather last time, and she didn't spend a penny last time.

Zhou pushed her daughter's hand back and said gently, "Wan'er, this silver was given by your grandfather. Keep it for yourself. Mother has it here."

"Mother~"

"Wan'er, if you really want to give me money for the meal, please give it to me."

Fang Shiwan curled the corner of his mouth. How much silver did the meal cost? These clothes cost a lot of money.

While Zhou was speaking, she had already handed the silver to the shopkeeper, so Fang Shiwan had no choice but to accept it.

Ziyun and Nanny Zhang looked at the clothes that cost so much money and made up their minds to serve the young lady and the mistress better in the future.

"Eh? Isn't this Miss Fang?"

As they were about to walk out the door, they ran into a familiar person coming towards them.

Fu Jingheng and Mo Qitian came in one after another. When Fu Jingheng saw that it was Fang Shiwan and Zhou, his eyes lit up.

The shopkeeper behind him saw Mo Qitian and was about to speak, but was suppressed by Mo Qitian's eyes.

The shopkeeper quickly lowered his head, walked back into the shop, and sorted the materials in the shop.

Fang Shiwan looked at the two people in front of him whom he had met once and found it a little funny. Why was he so happy?

"Miss Fang, what a coincidence that you are here too." Fu Jingheng walked up to Fang Shiwan and glanced at the woman next to her. "Hello, Madam Zhou."

"Hello." Mrs. Zhou looked calm, still thinking about the day they questioned her daughter.

"What a coincidence! I'm leaving." Fang Shiwan glanced at Mo Qitian with a cold face, put her hands behind her back, and walked around the two of them.

"The king owes you a favor."

Fang Shiwan was so frightened by the voice that he almost froze into ice. How could this person be so cold? He had no expression at all towards his benefactor.

She looked back at Mo Qitian and said, "No need. I have saved many people."

Mo Qitian didn't expect that this young lady had saved so many people. She was a master of kung fu and had hidden it very well before.

Zhou thought Fang Shiwan was talking nonsense. After all, her daughter had never left the house before and had always been locked up in the mansion by Minister Fang.

Fang Shiwan added in his heart that although she was talking about the modern times, she did save a lot of people.

She curled her lips and looked at Mo Qitian's slightly changing face, then took a step forward.

"Whether you admit it or not, I owe you a favor. If you are in trouble in the future, come to Prince Qi's mansion to find me."

As he spoke, he stuffed a badge into Fang Shiwan's hand, then walked into Luoshangfang without looking back.

When Fang Shiwan wanted to return it to him, Fu Jingheng stopped her with a smile, "Miss Fang, you don't have to go. A person with facial paralysis won't owe anyone a favor. You saved him, and he will definitely repay you."

Looking at the heavy badge in his hand, Fang Shiwan felt helpless and decided to return it to him later.

Zhou looked at her daughter with a frown on her face, and she knew that this matter was of great importance. This man was Prince Qi, who was notorious for his brutality and murderousness in the imperial city, and he was also the unpopular Fourth Prince.

Now that I have taken his things, what should I do if it causes any trouble?