Then it's better not to go.
Qin Qingluo pushed the door open and after a moment of thought, got up and turned towards the Clothing Bureau.
Though she had thought he might come before, at that time her mind was complicated, and there was deep enmity between the two, enemies rather than friends, wishing to tear him apart.
Now upon seeing, it was realized that the mansion actually didn't have suitable clothes for him; her clothes were too large, Aunt Zhu's clothes too small, and the inner courtyard of the mansion had long been without any men, thus no clothes suitable for his stature.
Qin Qingluo walked steadily through the corridors of the Prince Mansion, heading straight to the outer courtyard where the Clothing Bureau was located. Sunlight passed through the carved window lattice, casting intertwined shadows of light and dark on her dark attire.
