Zhi'er thought for a moment, her face looking somewhat troubled.
"Those clothes, I've worn them before, are you okay with that?"
Song Qingrui only wanted to wear beautiful clothes.
If she could wear Xiangxue Silk clothes at the birthday banquet, other boudoirs would surely envy her to death.
So why would she care if the clothes were worn by someone else?
"Of course I don't mind, Miss Jing, if you agree, then you'll be a friend of Song Qingrui from now on."
"I assure you, in this household, as long as I don't bully you, no one can touch you!"
With a delicate smile, Zhi'er responded.
She said, "Then come with me to the East Garden to try on some clothes first, they might not fit, only wearing them will tell."
Song Qingrui stood up immediately.
She followed Zhi'er out of the pavilion.
Her sister Song Qingying hastily got up: "Ru'er, don't you want these fabrics sent by Jinyi Pavilion?"
Song Qingrui only cared about following Zhi'er, without turning her head.
