Cui Rong: "What about me, what about me?"
She clamored discontentedly, "I want one too."
On the third floor of Yunxiang Pavilion, unlike the bustling first floor with people coming and going, it remained as tranquil as ever, but the decorations were incomparable to those on the first floor.
She picked out brocade skirts with a discerning eye.
Cui Rong followed joyfully, choosing her own.
In the past, it had always been Qiao Si who accompanied her, but this was the first time her second uncle was with her, and she was brimming with excitement from head to toe.
"Second Uncle, doesn't this one suit me perfectly!" she asked, pointing at a garment.
Cui Yun was sitting on a long bench in the rest area, his mind preoccupied with matters of Duke Wei Mansion when he heard the movement and the man looked up.
"Hmm."
Cui Rong then pointed to another garment, "What about this one, this one?"
"Hmm."
