"Shopkeeper, I want that piece of ice-silk satin." Feng Jiu and the others looked back at the
cold and arrogant female voice that drifted over.
They saw that it belonged to a beautiful lady in a white veil. There were several guards around her. Judging from their clothes, they were probably members of an aristocratic family.
Xie Shisi saw the woman's eyes had fallen on the piece of fabric she was holding and snorted softly: "What ice-silk satin? I picked out this piece of cloth, I want to make clothes for my Mother with it." She held the piece of fabric tightly as she spoke, as if afraid of being robbed.
The lady dressed in white glanced at Xie Shisi with contempt, then her eyes swept over to the beautiful woman and Feng Jiu with a proud look and said: "You don't even know what ice-silk satin is, what's the use of buying it?"
