As soon as she arrived at the prince's mansion, Su Mingyu grabbed her design sketches and rushed to the tea garden.
These camellias were truly beautiful. The moment Su Mingyu laid eyes on them, she was filled with boundless creativity. Once she buried herself in her work, she completely lost track of time.
When Gu Ruobai returned from outside, he happened to witness this peaceful and beautiful scene.
The soft glow of the setting sun shone on Su Mingyu's delicate features. Her long, curled eyelashes cast a fan - shaped shadow on her fair, porcelain - like face.
They fluttered as she blinked gently, looking as lively as a pair of elves.
Her bright black eyes were fixed intently on her drawing. Occasionally, she would stop, rest her chin on her hand to think for a moment, and then continue drawing seriously.
Sitting in the middle of the garden full of camellias, Su Mingyu was so beautiful that she seemed like a dream, making it impossible for one to look away.
Just then, Zhizhu passed by Gu Ruobai, carrying a plate of fruits.
Gu Ruobai reached out his hand to stop her. "Let me take it to her."
It took Zhizhu a moment to realize who Gu Ruobai was referring to. "Then... I'll trouble Prince Ruixian."
Su Mingyu was in the middle of her enthusiastic drawing when she suddenly looked up and saw Gu Ruobai beside her.
He was dressed in a white robe that fluttered gracefully in the evening breeze. His handsome face wore a faint smile as he looked at her.
Su Mingyu raised her head. "Is the prince back?"
Gu Ruobai casually put down the fruit plate. "This is my territory, but once you're here, it seems to have become your den."
Why did this sound so sour?
Su Mingyu picked up her design drawing and showed it to Gu Ruobai. "I originally planned to show it to you after it was finished. But since I've occupied someone's territory, I'll let you have a look first."
On the drawing, there was a man depicted in a simple style that Gu Ruobai had never seen before. It was obvious at a glance that this man was drawn based on himself.
The man in the drawing had long, flowing hair that cascaded down. Instead of looking lazy, it added a touch of elegance.
The man was wearing a plain moon - white long gown. About half a foot below the left collar of the gown, there were two delicate, overlapping but non - coincident red gradient camellias.
Just that small flower made the gown miraculously combine simplicity and delicacy.
At the top - right corner of the drawing, there were some written annotations:
Height: eight feet. Waist circumference: two feet and seven inches. Shoulder width: one foot and two - nine inches.
Chest camellias - hand - embroidered with silk.
A flash of admiration passed through Gu Ruobai's eyes.
The reason why Su Mingyu's clothing shop was able to gain a foothold in the capital so quickly was not only because of her extraordinary sales skills, but also her irreplaceable outstanding talent, which was the most crucial factor.
"I noticed that you mostly wear white clothes, so this gown was designed based on the color white. Do you like it?"
Although Gu Ruobai had already guessed that this was probably a gift for him, hearing it from Su Mingyu's mouth personally made it feel different.
"Of course I like what Miss Su gives me."
However, looking at the measurements on the drawing that were almost the same as his own, Gu Ruobai raised his eyebrows and asked, "How did Miss Su know my height and body measurements?"
Su Mingyu didn't try to be mysterious. "I could tell just by looking."
Just by looking while sitting down, she could tell his measurements so accurately. What kind of talent did this require?
How many more talents did Su Mingyu have that he didn't know about?
As if sensing Gu Ruobai's confusion, Su Mingyu suddenly got excited. She pointed at Mu Yi, who was standing guard behind Gu Ruobai. "Wanna make a bet?"
Seeing her confident look, Gu Ruobai lowered his eyes. "I still owe you a favor."
Su Mingyu waved her hand generously. "I won't take advantage of you this time. If I'm right, give me some of your tea to take home and drink."
Gu Ruobai nodded, indicating his agreement. "Why not?"
Su Mingyu snapped her fingers. "So generous!"
"Mu Yi, height: seven feet and five inches. Waist circumference: two feet and six inches. Shoulder width: one foot."
Gu Ruobai turned around. "Mu Yi, come here."
Actually, Mu Yi had heard their conversation from afar, but since his master didn't call him, he pretended not to hear.
Now that he was called by Gu Ruobai, before Gu Ruobai could ask, Mu Yi looked at him awkwardly. "Master... She guessed it exactly right."
Su Mingyu clicked her tongue. "I didn't guess. I just looked."
Seeing her proud look like a little cat, Gu Ruobai felt as if a cat's tail had brushed against his heart, itchy and tingly. "How did you acquire this skill?"
Su Mingyu gave a mysterious smile. "I won't tell you!"
This was one of the training items when she was a special agent before.
Considering the danger of her missions, she absolutely couldn't misidentify her target. So, it was a piece of cake for her to tell someone's height and other measurements just by looking.
Even if Mu Yi only showed half of his body, she could spot him in a crowd, even if he was in disguise.
"Anyway, you lost. Remember to send the tea to my room."
After saying this, Su Mingyu stood up, stretched herself, yawned, and walked towards her courtyard.
Watching Su Mingyu's lazy back from afar, a playful smile appeared on Gu Ruobai's lips. "Mu Yi, do I always wear white clothes?"
Mu Yi was stunned by the question, then replied, "It seems so. Why does master ask this?"
Gu Ruobai waved his hand. "Is the thing I asked you to prepare ready?"
When it came to this, Mu Yi's expression became very complicated. "Master... Why did you ask me to buy a bamboo hat?"
And it was a bamboo hat for a girl. He remembered the look the shopkeeper gave him when he went to buy it. He almost couldn't help but dig out the shopkeeper's eyes.
Gu Ruobai looked up. "Should I go instead of you?"
Mu Yi: …
"No, I wouldn't dare."
Gu Ruobai took the white bamboo hat from Mu Yi's hand. Stroking its cool and silky texture, his mind was filled with thoughts, and he remembered Su Mingyu's doubts.
"Mu Yi, do you know how many people I've killed on the battlefield?"
Mu Yi didn't understand why Gu Ruobai would ask this, but he still shook his head honestly. "I don't know."
The smile on Gu Ruobai's lips suddenly turned sarcastic. "I don't know either. I can't even tell whether the black on my battle robe is because it has been worn for too long or because it has been stained with too much blood that can't be washed off."
As soon as he heard Gu Ruobai say this, Mu Yi suddenly remembered the question about clothes that Gu Ruobai had asked just now.