Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 505 [Fanwai] When a man gets married, his heart already belongs (1)

Today, I don't want to add too much hope, I just come to get back my thoughts... It's all my wishful thinking, the woman in my dream who is connected with me... doesn't exist at all...

The female shopkeeper suddenly changed her terrified expression and stared at me: "Take it back? Why - I don't think there are so many good embroidered handkerchiefs here!"

Okay?

Is she praising my craftsmanship?
I laughed even more bleakly in my heart...

What are these symbols that even I don't understand?
Others must not be able to read it, so my embroidered handkerchiefs have become idle waste——

"Thank you ma'am for your kindness - I still want my things back."

I also have my own pride. I don't want my embroidery to be left in the outside world by those vulgar women. I would rather take them back and put them in my sandalwood box until one day ...I can find my soulmate, and I will give her these silk handkerchiefs again.

"This..." The female shopkeeper looked at the cabinet over there in embarrassment.

It seems that she does not allow me to take these things away.

I said, "I'll go and get—"

"Oh—Master Soul—Master Soul—"

During the few simple steps, she pulled me, and I was stubborn and insisted on taking my embroidery away. It was also this small few steps, and the female shopkeeper shouted: "It's gone—it's all gone!" No more—Master Hun, your Sipa was bought by a lady three days ago, and she rewarded me with a big ingot of gold."

"What?!" I turned to stare at her in disbelief.

"It's true—it's all true." She led me to the cabinet to see that it was empty, and those piled up embroidered handkerchiefs were gone.The female shopkeeper told me, "The lady was generous, and she said that she would want all of these silk handkerchiefs when you embroidered them again, Master, and asked me to keep them for her, and she was not allowed to put them here for other women." Look."

For a moment... an indescribable feeling surged in my heart.

Things that have been idle for a long time... finally someone knows how to appreciate——

And, is it a woman?
She bought all my embroidery and threatened to ask for more?Doesn't she care about the incomprehensible symbols on the embroidered handkerchief?

What kind of woman is she...?

(End of this chapter)