Transmigrated Female Official

18. Cannot see through

Inside the Changxuan Hall, Ji Qiran stared blankly at the bronze mirror. The specially made ceremonial robes in front of him had been altered to be extremely loose, even looking somewhat comical. He couldn't help but frown.

The attendant beside him didn't dare to breathe, secretly observing his expression while holding his breath.

Ji Qiran suddenly chuckled, shook his head helplessly, changed the clothes, and said, "They still don't fit. This time, I'll invite Lord Chu to come here and alter them personally." He emphasized the word "personally."

Seeing that Ji Qiran's tone showed no displeasure, but rather was quite relaxed, the attendant's tense nerves finally eased. He had been extremely apprehensive about altering the Seventh Prince's clothes to be larger, as instructed by Chu Qingluo. In his view, the Seventh Prince was robust and well-proportioned, certainly not to the point of needing such loose clothing. There must have been some discord between him and Lord Chu, for Lord Chu would deliberately embarrass the Seventh Prince. If the Seventh Prince had been enraged, he, a mere attendant, would have become a scapegoat… Thank goodness! Thank goodness! The Seventh Prince understood perfectly. The attendant breathed a heavy sigh of relief, acknowledged the order, and quickly withdrew.

Chu Qingluo truly didn't know what she had done to offend Ji Qiran. Why did he keep causing her trouble?! She glanced at the attendant who had come to deliver the message and said coldly, "I'm not going. If he wants to change it, he can change it himself!"

"This..." The attendant was surprised that Chu Qingluo refused without even thinking, but he dared not disobey the Seventh Prince's request. Now that Lord Chu was so assertive, this was troublesome.

Seeing her attendant's face turn pale and then green, looking quite troubled, Chu Qingluo really wanted to pretend not to see it.

The attendant stood there waiting for a long time, but seeing that Chu Qingluo didn't say anything, he could only weakly say, "Then I will go and report to the Seventh Prince..." His tone revealed his undisguised fear.

Chu Qinglu wondered how Ji Qiran would react after hearing that she had refused. She couldn't help but speculate, but when she thought of his unfathomable and fickle face, she felt that she had already lost... He might even find all sorts of ways to torment her.

Thinking of this, Chu Qingluo also became unsettled: "Forget it, I'll go." Whether it was out of sympathy or concern for Ji Qiran, she decided it was better to avoid trouble. Besides, she had only accidentally kissed him. A grown man couldn't just demand that she take full responsibility for it, could he?

Accepting the 'thank goodness' looks thrown at her by her attendants, Chu Qingluo left the clothing workshop like a warrior heading to battle.

At this moment, Ji Qiran was leisurely reading a book. She strode up to him with a confident and calm demeanor, staring straight at him: "I have come here specifically to alter the clothes for the Seventh Prince."

Ji Qiran glanced at her with interest, then gestured with his chin to the clothes on the wooden rack beside him: "Here, alter them." After saying that, he continued to look down at the book in his hands.

She had measured him twice, so she had a vague recollection of his measurements. Even if there were slight discrepancies, they were minor and didn't matter. So she turned the clothes inside out, carefully removed the seams, threaded a needle again, and began altering them.

Sighing inwardly, Chu Qingluo thought to herself, "If I had known this would happen, why did I ever get angry with Ji Qiran in the first place...? Isn't this just reaping what I sowed?"

Time ticked by, and neither of them spoke again. The only sound in the hall was the rustling of Ji Qiran turning the pages of paper. Chu Qingluo was focused intently on altering the clothes, thinking only of finishing quickly and leaving as soon as possible, completely oblivious to what the person beside her was doing.

Ji Qiran continued turning the pages, but his gaze kept drifting towards her. She saw her delicate fingers lightly tugging at the silk thread, her dark eyes fixed on the fabric, exuding an air of calm composure. A soft ray of light shone on her shoulder, making her features even more radiant and captivating. At this moment, there was an unexpected tranquility and beauty.

It's so different from before; this is the umpteenth time he's felt this way. The Chu Qingluo of the past was the woman who took the official exams three times for him, and she'd cling to him whenever she had the chance, even when he was drunk…

Does someone who has lost their memory also have their preferences change?

Someone who cared about you for a long time suddenly stops caring about you completely. You might have thought it didn't matter, but who knew you'd feel a little uneasy? Ji Qiran was experiencing this right now. Her drastic change in personality piqued his curiosity, so he deliberately picked a fight with her, wanting to see what kind of person she had become.

"It's fixed." Her cheerful voice brought Ji Qiran back to his senses. He walked slowly towards her, took the clothes from her, and glanced at her face again—his eyes remained calm and unwavering. Then, he turned and entered the inner hall.

When Ji Qiran came out again, he had already tried on the clothes. "No problem," he said calmly.

"Thank goodness! I'm back at the clothing workshop." He didn't nitpick anymore, and Chu Qingluo felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She just wanted to get away as soon as possible.

"Um... thank you," Ji Qiran added at the end.

Chu Qinglu thought she had misheard and looked at him in confusion. She saw that he had already sat back on the couch, resting his chin on his slender fingers, his index finger intentionally or unintentionally rubbing his lower lip, and looking down at the book in his hand.

Chu Qingluo suddenly remembered the 'accident' from last time... Ji Qiran did indeed have an extremely pleasing and handsome face... She really had struck gold. Thinking of this, she felt much better, a smile appeared on her lips, and she walked away happily.

Ji Qiran looked at her back and frowned slightly, realizing that he could no longer see through her at all.