My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 39

Entering the restaurant, there was a large stage in the very center. Masked female musicians were playing the pipa and guqin on it. Although it was a restaurant, it didn’t smell like a typical eatery with a strong scent of cooked dishes.

Instead, there was a fresh fragrance that made one feel comfortable.

Before Lin Yumo could even sit down, a voice reached her.

“Hello, everyone. There are no other tables, would you mind sharing?”

The woman had her hair tied up high in a bun, with no loose strands on her forehead. She wore a neat white men’s outfit, making her look like a young master.

Lin Yumo glanced around and indeed saw no other available seats, so she allowed the woman to sit down.

The woman took out a red wooden box, opened the lid, and revealed that it was full of pearls. With a grand gesture, she handed the box, pearls and all, to the proprietor standing nearby. “I’m paying for this table’s meal!”

Shen Zhuli tsked, realizing that in front of her, the rich person of Qingzhou, no one could openly flaunt wealth.

She curved her lips, stood up, grabbed the box from the proprietor, closed it, and pushed it back toward the woman.

She extended her wrist, revealing a bracelet that looked like a chain of ice crystals—lustrous and translucent, allowing the skin beneath to be clearly seen.

She flicked her finger, unfastened the bracelet, and casually tossed it into the proprietor’s hand, raising an eyebrow. “Bring up the best wine, the best dishes, and the best ladies in your establishment!”

The best… best ladies?

“Shen Shinang, are you sure?” Lin Yumo watched her with amusement.

Shen Zhuli’s wealthy swagger suddenly weakened.

“Cough, cough,” she cleared her throat, “Scratch that last one.”

“Understood!” The proprietor was all smiles, looking at the valuable bracelet as he walked away.

Now, the three people at the table collectively stared at the woman.

The woman was unfazed, placing a bamboo flute on the table. She said, “I am Li Shuangjiang of the Water Cloud Heavens. It is my fortune to meet you all.”

“Lin Yumo of Mount Xuanling.”

“Mu Xuewei.”

“Shen Zhuli.”

A clink of three wine cups and one tea cup signaled that they were now friends.

The meal lasted a long time, from noon until dusk, before they finally dispersed.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the night market stalls were already being set up. Though not officially open yet, the vendors were prepared.

Lin Yumo’s steps suddenly slowed as she spotted a clothing shop.

It was already the beginning of the third month. After the Battle of the Deer Chase was over, it would be the Double Ninth Festival by the time they returned to the Purple Bamboo Forest. That’s when winter would begin again.

Mu Xuewei loved beauty; Lin Yumo had noticed this long ago.

Mu Xuewei’s clothing was often thin; even when it rained in the autumn or the cold wind blew, she was unwilling to put on a cloak.

This was because there really weren’t many attractive cloaks.

When winter came, she would need a greatcoat, one that was not only warm but also beautiful.

And this White Emperor City was famous for its folk fabrics, being the source of all clothing trends.

She stopped and said, “You two go back first. I left something in the restaurant and will return shortly.”

“Sister, I’ll go with you,” Mu Xuewei also stopped.

Lin Yumo smiled and said gently, “No need. I’ll catch up quickly. It’s not far.”

After a moment of silence, Mu Xuewei finally conceded, saying with a hint of disappointment, “Alright then.”

Lin Yumo entered the clothing store. The floor inside was paved with pieces of glazed tile, and the walls were covered with mirrors. The mirrors’ reflections illuminated the room brightly.

“Is the young lady having something made for herself?” the proprietor asked.

Lin Yumo shook her head.

“For a sweetheart?”

Lin Yumo nodded.

“Ah, please come this way, young lady.” The proprietor led the way to the inner room, where the fabrics were generally darker and looked very dignified.

The proprietor took a stack of catalogs from the counter and opened them in front of Lin Yumo. “This is a cross-collar, this is a standing collar, this kind of fabric will absolutely look great made into a garment…”

Lin Yumo listened to her chatter about her fabrics, her ears growing numb.

Moreover, she had glanced at the book and saw that all the styles were for men. She wanted to interrupt the proprietor but couldn’t find an opening.

She took a deep breath and cooperatively touched two pieces of cloth, but her gaze was fixed on the simple, plain fabrics in the outer room.

The fabric was smooth. Sunlight cast upon it revealed hidden patterns embroidered with silver thread. When the wind blew in from the window, it billowed the material, making the silver threads shimmer.

This Cloud Smoke Fine Cotton was quite a bit more expensive than silk brocade. This type of fabric, when worn, was warm in winter and cool in summer—perfectly suited for her younger sister, who loved beauty.

The proprietor saw Lin Yumo in a daze and finally stopped her relentless introductions, following Lin Yumo’s gaze. “Young lady, that color isn’t suitable for your langjun (husband/sweetheart) to wear.”

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