Chapter 433 The Empress Dowager Asks for Ideas in Cining Palace
“Why can’t you use it. You two are so much more lively than I am. I can’t wear clothes like these because they don’t complement my color. These clothes suit your complexions well.” Mo Xuetong smiled lightly. Her eyes were sincere. She moved over and picked up a dress to hold against He Yufen. The smile on her face was kind and gentle as she said, “Misses He, you are both beautiful and will look even more amazing if you wear these to the palace. Consort Zhao will definitely be pleased.”
When He Yufen heard Mo Xuetong mentioning Consort Zhao, the wariness in her eyes slowly faded. Instead, satisfaction replaced the wary look in her eyes as she gave Mo Xuetong the side-eye. She sniffed to herself coldly. She did not believe that Mo Xuetong did not want to please Consort Zhao. She had been so rude to the He family early only because Consort Zhao had not said anything about it.
Upon hearing that her sister could also enter the palace, He Yufen figured that it was because Consort Zhao had helped them out. Of course Mo Xuetong would try to butter up to Consort Zhao. No wonder Mo Xuetong looked as if she was trying to please the two He sisters today. She was full of smiles and even gifted them with clothes politely. It was because they had the support of Consort Zhao.
He Yuxiu had already spotted a dress that she liked. When she saw that He Yufen was not going to say anything else, she pointed at the dress and pretended to be shy. She said to Mo Xuetong sweetly, “Cousin-in-law, this dress is really pretty. The peonies on it are embroidered with gold thread. It is so beautiful. I have never seen a dress so beautiful before.”
“Second Miss, I will give it to you since you like it so. The dress complements your skin tone and makes your skin look even fairer.” Mo Xuetong waved her hand generously. “Come, Mo Lan, take Second Miss and help her dress up.”
“Yes, Second Miss, please come with me.” Mo Lan picked up the dress and smiled at He Yuxiu.
When He Yuxiu heard how Mo Xuetong complimented her and saw how generous she was, He Yuxiu immediately nodded happily. Even though she felt that this was Mo Xuetong’s way of buttering up to Consort Zhao, she did not forget to say politely, “Thank you, Cousin-in-law. You are the best.”
Then, she did not wait for He Yufen and went with Mo Lan to get changed. He Yufen was so mad she gritted her teeth secretly. She was just a tad slower and the most beautiful dress landed in He Yuxiu’s hands. She liked that dress as well and was about to take it using Consort Zhao’s name. She did not expect He Yuxiu to be a tad faster than her and she was furious about it.
He Yufen’s heart burned with hatred, yet she did not show it. Even though her smile was a little stiff, she did not act rashly.
“First Miss, what do you think of this set? You will stun the crowd if you wear this with a peacock skirt. First Miss is a gentle person and this set complements you well.” Mo Xuetong smiled and pointed at another set of clothes. She recommended it to He Yufen, saying, “Look, this sachet is nice as well. It looks like the one on Second Miss’s set of clothes. But it matches this set as well.
The pink sachet was indeed beautiful. It was the perfect finishing touch beside the peacock skirt. He Yufen liked it when she saw it. Fortunately, He Yuxiu did not see it earlier when she was picking out her clothes. That was great, and it was now He Yufen’s.
“This… I feel awful. How can I take your clothes!” He Yufen might seem polite but she could not hide the greed in her eyes. She did not even blink as she looked at the golden threads on the clothes. Mo Yu believed that if they were not around, First Miss He would have leaped at the clothes and gathered them in her arms.
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