"What's wrong, sister?" asked Zhuang Qingsui worriedly, looking at the serious expression on Zhuang Qingning's face.
"Nothing, let's get going," said Zhuang Qingning. "We should go check out the fabrics, and see if there's any big flower-patterned ones that you like."
"Alright," Zhuang Qingsui nodded excitedly.
Children are always happy when they get new clothes.
Zhuang Qingning was amused as she led Zhuang Qingsui away to find the fabric stall.
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At nightfall, the half-moon had already descended halfway into the sky, about to disappear completely. The entire world seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber and was silent.
The door to Qingzhuyuan was quietly opened. A tall, dark horse galloped past. Once it entered the courtyard, the rider tugged at the reins, and dismounted.
A servant quickly came forward to reassure the lively horse, before leading it to the stable.