Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

88 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (25)

"Xiao Feng, look, doesn't this toy seem fun?"

Song Jia showed him a carved wooden horse, which had wheels for legs. She put it on her palm and crouched down to show him.

"..."

Xiang Feng looked indifferent. His eyes were more focused on her face than on the toy.

Song Jia sighed and straightened up. Looking around, she was a bit excited to explore this medieval fair. It was only held twice a year, and merchants from all over the kingdom traveled weeks or months just to sell their goods in the capital. There were also many people, as market fairs were usually held at the beginning of the agricultural year when people were thinking about what they needed for the year ahead.

There were many different stalls, selling all kinds of things for sale, from spices to rugs. There were also vendors selling snacks, like small pies when people got hungry. Jugglers, magicians and musicians could be found almost anywhere, along with mystery plays and travelling entertainers who told stories from the Bible. It was very crowded and noisy.

Song Jia put down the wooden horse and held Xiang Feng's hand. It would be very easy for a small child to get lost here.

"Look at those exotic birds over there. Does Xiao Feng want to go and take a look?"

Song Jia pointed at a place where barter trades of cattle, horses, sheep and other animals were being held. Children usually liked to have pets, didn't they?

"..."

Xiang Feng kept quiet, his gaze on their linked hands.

Song Jia pursed her lips as she inwardly rebuked him in her heart. Ever since they came here, he never responded to any of her questions. She couldn't remember if she did anything wrong.

"Xiao Feng, are you tired?"

"..."

"Xiao Feng, do you want to eat cheese bread? It seems very delicious."

"..."

"Xiao Feng, how about we buy some fruits?"

"..."

In the end, he never responded to any of her questions. Song Jia gave up and strolled around, enjoying herself while dragging Xiang Feng along with her. Anyway, he couldn't pretend to be mute forever.

Nian Shou had separated from them, saying that he wanted to look at the different kinds of meat being sold. He wanted to see other types of cuts that could be done to every kind of meat. Even though he stopped being a butcher's apprentice, he still wanted to expand his knowledge. They agreed to meet at the inn if they couldn't find each other at the end of the day.

"Young miss is so beautiful, how about buying this roll of silk?"

A man wearing a bright green tunic stepped forward and blocked Song Jia's path, his eyes curved into crescents. Song Jia looked at the piece of fabric in his hands. It was golden-yellow in color, with a glossy texture.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

"That doesn't look like mulberry silk."

"Young miss has very good eyes, yes, this silk didn't come from mulberry silkworms."

As Song Jia was a high-ranked wangfei before, most of the fabric she used were silk. She hadn't seen this type of silk before, which piqued her interest. She reached out and touched it, watching it shimmer under the sunlight.

"Beautiful miss, this silk is called Muga silk, which came from Assam. They use this silk for traditional dresses, especially in the royal families. The silkworm feeds on the leaves of soalu plants, and are very difficult to domesticate. I think Muga silk would look very beautiful on young miss, that's why I immediately called out to you."