Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 342 - 203 Visiting to Sell Necklace_1

Chapter 342: Chapter 203 Visiting to Sell Necklace_1

Liang Jinzhao, after hearing that the pearls were bought from foreigners, said with a smile, "That’s easy to deal with. I’ll use this as an excuse to lure Grandpa Pan to your Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop tomorrow. Then, your workshop will make a huge profit."

Suddenly, Qian Yixiu remembered the national idol she heard about when she first came to the provincial city to sell pearls and asked, "Is the Grandpa Pan you mentioned the pretty boy Pan—oh no, I mean Prince Consort Pan?"

Liang Jinzhao laughed heartily and said, "Yes, Grandpa Pan is the Prince Consort. But if he heard you call him pretty boy Pan, even if he went to Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop, he would get so angry that he would turn around and leave."

Song Huaijin also laughed and said, "Prince Consort Pan really hates it when people comment on his good looks."

Qian Yixiu suddenly burst into giggles and cheerfully said, "Don’t worry, I won’t call him that to his face. If it’s really Prince Consort Pan, then that would be wonderful. I heard that when Prince Consort Pan went to Treasure Silver Building and bought a few pearls last year, their business boomed for many days." She then pouted and said, "What if he doesn’t come? Then it would be a disappointment for nothing."

Liang Jinzhao shrugged his shoulders and said, "That’s a possibility. Grandpa Pan is a scholar and acts very uninhibitedly." He lowered his voice and added, "Sometimes, he even finds excuses to avoid the Emperor’s summons. The Emperor, being benevolent, knows that he is arrogant because of his talent and doesn’t take it to heart."

Qian Yixiu was extremely eager to have Prince Consort Pan visit them tomorrow. Having him come would be like those businesses in her previous life who managed to get a mega-star to endorse them—their reputation would surely skyrocket. She suddenly thought of another possibility, which made the trip for her mother’s embroidery piece worthwhile as well.

Then she said, "Isn’t Prince Consort Pan known for his love of pearls? My strand of pearls is truly a rare treasure. Oh, and we have two bottles of exquisitely expensive perfume, only someone like him would be willing to spend so much, and only someone like him is worthy of using it."

Liang Jinzhao and Song Huaijin felt a bit slighted and grumbled, "What perfume? Why can’t young masters like us afford it, or be deemed worthy of it?"

Qian Yixiu quickly explained, "There are only two bottles of that perfume, named Dragon Phosphorus Fragrance Dew. I obtained several leaves of the Dragon Fragrance Tree by chance, and the perfume master extracted the essences of the Golden Lotus stamen to meticulously create it. The perfume is quite rich, and it’s not quite suitable for young gentlemen like you."

After hearing this, Liang and Song didn’t say much more. Liang Jinzhao said, "Since these two items are so valuable, you should prepare them. I’ll take you to the Rongen Earl Mansion now to show them. If he likes them, let’s see if we can invite him to visit Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop tomorrow to give us some support."

Qian Yixiu’s eyes twinkled, and she said to Liang Jinzhao, "I’ll only take the necklace. If he wants to buy the perfume made from the Dragon Fragrance Tree, he’ll have to come to the store tomorrow in person."

Liang Jinzhao playfully flicked her on the forehead, teasing, "Little Devil, you sure are shrewd."

After flicking her, he suddenly realized that although she was a child, she was already ten years old, and blushed at his own action.

Young Master Song gave Liang Jinzhao a wink and then mockingly pursed his lips.

Qian Yixiu was still excited and kept laughing foolishly, not realizing she had been "flirted with" by a man. She saw herself as a child and didn’t think too much about it.

After a quick meal, they rushed back to Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop. The two young masters waited in the guest room, while Qian Yixiu went back to her room to change and take the pearl necklace.

Thinking of Prince Consort Pan’s appreciation for elegance, Qian Yixiu dressed in a frosty cyan bǐjiā with a light green undershirt and a long white skirt, which had embroidered orchids winding around the collar, cuffs, and hem. This was her mother’s favorite style and had been personally sewn and embroidered by her.

Usually, her clothing was made by Qian Xiaoyu, and her mother did the embroidery. But this outfit was sewn and embroidered entirely by her mother herself.

She adorned her wrapped-up hair with two small green silk flowers and a little silver bead hairpin.

The increasingly maturing Qian Yixiu was more and more resembling Cheng Yue, but she lacked a bit of her mother’s ethereal, otherworldly charm and had more liveliness and approachability..

Having tidied herself up like this, she seemed to have naturally taken on a different demeanor, taking smaller steps when she walked and not swinging her arms about.

When Qian Yixiu stepped out, Uncle Liang and Song Huaijin were startled for a moment. The girl usually gave them an impression of being clever and quirky, perhaps even too shrewd, and somewhat impetuous. But they had not expected her to have such a fresh and elegant side, like a cool breeze blowing in their faces.

Song Huaijin laughed and said, "The little girl cleans up quite like a young lady."

Qian Yixiu replied with feigned hurt, "What are you saying, I am a lady, all right?"

Uncle Liang stared at her and said, "Why do I feel like you look so familiar?"

Qian Yixiu rolled her eyes and said, "Dumbfounded, are we? Aren’t we familiar? Isn’t this our first meeting?"

Her words made Song Huaijin burst into unrestrained laughter.

Uncle Liang shook his head with a smile and said, "There, your true nature has come out again."

The group chatted and laughed as they got into the carriage. Along the way, Uncle Liang and Song Huaijin kept reminding her that when she saw Prince Consort Pan, she must remember to call him "Mr. Pan" and definitely not "Prince Consort Pan."

About half an hour later, the carriage arrived at the Jiaomen of a large mansion.

Prince Consort Pan happened to be at home, and after the servant reported their arrival, they were led to the study.

Passing through a stretch of covered corridors, they came to a quadrangle courtyard. The scenery here was truly beautiful, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, the decorative carvings glowing with reds and greens, as if even the wind carried a sweetness. The upturned eaves and flying corners of the roofs also showcased elegance.

They entered a large room with four doors. As soon as they walked in, they were greeted with the elegant fragrance of sandalwood. The floor was covered with Western Region carpets, and at the center was a Purple Sandalwood Arhat Bed, with a majestic landscape painting hanging on the wall behind it. On both sides were intricately carved panels, adorned with gold and inlaid with jewels. Most of them were filled with books, but there were also ink stones and decorations like vases.

There was a door in the middle of the carved panel on the left, leading to another room, which was the real study.

In front of the window was a Large Zitan Carved Case, and behind the desk was a Purple Sandalwood Round Chair. Behind the chair was a twelve-paned screen inlaid with gold and emerald glass, and to the right was a row of Purple Sandalwood Carved Bookcases. In front of the carved panels were several round chairs, topped with embroidered brocade cushions.

Prince Consort Pan was sitting at the desk, intently working on a painting. Only when he heard their footsteps did he set his brush down. He didn’t look up but blew gently on the ink on the paper, seemingly very pleased with the drawing he had just made.

Pretty boy Pan was indeed Pretty boy Pan. Even though Qian Yixiu hadn’t gotten a clear look at his face and noticed he had grown a beard, she still found him exceedingly elegant. His elegance wasn’t something that those young pop stars of her previous life could match; it was the accumulation of knowledge, the confidence of self-assurance, and the refinement of years.

He hooked the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded, then looked up with a smile, "Zhaozhao is back? Young Master Song is here too, and oh, you’ve brought a young friend. Please, have a seat."

The gesture inviting them to sit conveyed such gracefulness, like clouds flowing through water.

Liang Jinzhao introduced Qian Yixiu with a smile, "This is Miss Qian, a young friend I made in Ji’an Province. She has a string of pearls she bought from a foreigner and is looking to sell them. I thought of Grandpa Pan and wondered if you’d be interested."

After he finished speaking, he noticed Qian Yixiu still staring blankly at Pan Zi’an, so he coughed twice.