Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 190 Where are my clothes?

Xiao Guo'er was not the ungrateful person that Zhao Yunrong thought. She just thought that the Eighth Prince was of noble status and would naturally receive meticulous care. There were many people who were concerned about him, so how could she have the chance to show her courtesy?

Just when she was wondering why the Eighth Prince hadn't spoken a word, and whether he was going to get angry again, she heard him finally speak.

"What have you been busy with these days?"

The casual tone of voice made Xiao Guoer feel relieved, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards.

"Thanks to Your Highness, I am a leisurely person. I just visited some famous scenic spots in Huaiyang City and ate some special delicacies of Huaiyang City. I was not busy with anything." She said happily, not realizing that there was anything wrong with what she said.

"Oh? Since you are not busy, are you ready for the clothes you promised to compensate me for?"

The tone was still calm without a trace of ripples, but Xiao Guoer could hear a chill and a sinister undertone. Her scalp suddenly tightened and the smile on her face froze. She regretted the words that she had just blurted out without thinking.

Zhao Yunrong knew from her dazed expression that she had probably forgotten about this matter completely.

"What? Forgot?" He asked back softly, with a half-smile on his face, making it impossible to see his true emotions.

Xiao Guoer looked at the man's dark eyes staring at her and shuddered. She didn't dare to say that she had forgotten.

This Eighth Prince is not an easy person to talk to! If she dares to say that she forgot, he will definitely punish her!

Xiao Guoer immediately forced the corners of her stiff mouth to curve even further, "How can that be? It's just that I want to make it myself, so that I can show my love, right? The prince's clothes are naturally not the same as ordinary clothes. Naturally, they need to be made with great care, and it will take a longer time. Please give me more time, Your Majesty."

Xiao Guoer couldn't help but secretly complain: "He is a prince, he has so many silks and satins to enjoy, why does he have to ask her to pay for a set of clothes? She has forgotten it, but he still remembers it! What a stingy prince!"

Although Zhao Yunrong knew that she was just making up an excuse, looking at her big, blinking eyes, the unhappiness of being ignored in his heart was somewhat reduced. He just asked jokingly, "Oh? How far have you gone? What material did you use? Are the sleeves sewn?"

Hearing this, the little girl's big brown pupils turned left and right, her gaze was erratic, and her voice was hesitant. The lies she told didn't seem as confident as before, and one could tell she was guilty.

"Well... crescent-white Hangzhou silk, sleeve... only one was made..." Xiao Guoer regretted the lie she had told. What if the moody Eighth Prince wanted to see her "results"?

"Oh? How long is it?"

If Xiao Guo'er still didn't understand what the Eighth Prince meant after hearing this, she was really as stupid as a pig. She immediately apologized with a bitter face, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have been busy playing these past two days and have been late in making clothes for you. I will go back and work all night long!"

As he said this, he wanted to escape, fearing that any hesitation or fall behind would bring punishment from the Eighth Prince.

But just as she took a step back, the person in the upper seat slowly ordered her to stop, "Stop!"

The corners of Xiao Guoer's lips finally drooped, and she stood there with a sad face, feeling uneasy, not knowing what kind of rebuke she would face next.

However, to her surprise, the stingy prince did not lose his temper, but spoke in an unpredictable calm tone: "How can you make clothes for me if you don't measure my size?"

Xiao Guoer couldn't help but look up in surprise, her eyes fell on his face, trying to find a trace of anger in his expression, but she found that he really didn't seem angry. She then smiled and replied: "Look at Xiaomin's stupid brain, Xiaomin will go find a ruler right away."

This time, the Eighth Prince did not say anything to stop him. Xiao Guoer breathed a sigh of relief, and her mood became lighter, and her steps became lighter.

After a while, Xiao Guoer returned to the room with a ruler.

Zhao Yunrong was very cooperative and opened his arms, allowing Xiao Guoer to busy herself with measuring in front and behind him with a ruler.

In fact, the embroiderer in the mansion had all the sizes of his clothes, and he knew them, but for some reason, he just wanted her to measure and tailor the clothes for him personally.

A pair of small hands gently pressed the ruler on his shoulders, arms, back, and legs, slowly sliding over every part of his body, causing a slight tingling sensation wherever it went, and a strange and subtle feeling came over his heart.

The soft touch, with a warm breath, made him close his eyes involuntarily, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

Finally, in order to measure his waist, she almost hugged him. He looked at her in front of him, and a line of white skin was revealed on her slender neck during her unintentional movements. He couldn't help swallowing.

The faint fragrance reached his nose again, and he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

It was not until a questioning voice came to his ear that he was brought back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, can I use a pen and paper? My memory is not very good, so it is better to write it down on paper."

Zhao Yunrong cleared his suddenly dry and itchy throat and said, "Ahem, it's okay."

Xiao Guoer walked to the table, leaned over, picked up a pen and wrote down the dimensions she had just measured on a blank piece of paper.

Zhao Yunrong looked at her writing and asked calmly, "Who is in your family? What's your rank?"

Xiao Guoer didn't stop writing, just thinking that the Eighth Prince was just chatting, and didn't tell her true situation. She just said lightly, "I only have one elder sister in my family. The one the prince has met is Yingniang."

"Oh."

Zhao Yunrong thought that this little girl never told the truth, and Yingniang was definitely not her real blood relative. When she returned to Shangjing City, she would need to investigate her identity and why she had stolen Chen Fengyao's treasure map from Zuihualou. There were too many mysteries about this woman.

"What caused your parents' death?"

"I don't know. I have forgotten everything about my childhood. I have also forgotten what my parents look like."

After chatting about insignificant nonsense for a while, Zhao Yunrong calculated that it was about time, so he let Xiao Guoer out.

Although Xiao Guoer felt that the Eighth Prince's personality was getting weirder and weirder, he first asked about her clothes and some small talk when he called her over, which was really not something that a busy prince should bother to pay attention to, but because the Eighth Prince was always kind and friendly, she just thought that he was just talking to her to kill time.