My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

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"Husband, you always have such a sharp tongue. My father used to beat you all the time, and there was a reason for it!" Su Yue got out of the carriage and sat down next to Qi Yu.

Qi Yu's shout just now was probably heard throughout the entire Su residence.

Qi Yu, driving the carriage without looking to the side, said, "What did you say, my wife? I don't understand! I just politely and respectfully bid farewell to my father-in-law."

Su Yue glanced at Qi Yu's profile, then chuckled, shook her head, and turned to get into the carriage.

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When the two returned to the small courtyard, it was already evening, and the sun had already set.

Qi Yu let Su Yue go in first, while he settled the carriage and his belongings.

As Qi Yu looked at the fabrics, many styles of Hanfu came to mind.

The clothing styles in this world are somewhat similar to those of the Song Dynasty, with a relatively conservative style.

Needlework was a compulsory course for women in this era, and even Su Yue, who practiced martial arts, knew how to do needlework.

Therefore, most of Su Yue's clothes are made by herself, and of course, the clothes she wears are also made by her.

With the image of Su Yue trying on Hanfu in his mind, Qi Yu fell into deep thought and came up with the idea of ​​designing an outfit for Su Yue.

The clothes are generally the same as those of the Dayun Dynasty. After all, you can't wear a barbarian outfit in a country where everyone is Han Chinese, can you?

Qi Yu carried the fabric into the courtyard, where Su Yue was lighting a lamp.

"My lady, what do you plan to do with this fabric?" Qi Yu asked.

Su Yue thought for a moment and said, "Autumn is coming soon and the weather will get cooler. Tomorrow I will send some cloth to Aunt Li and the others and make some new clothes for Daya and Erhu."

Qi Yu nodded. He had received a lot of help from Aunt Li's family before, so it was reasonable for them to give him some fabric.

"Can I take two horses?" Qi Yu asked.

"What do you need the fabric for?" Su Yue asked in surprise.

"I've received good care from the Registrar and Constable Du on a regular basis, so I'm sending them a few bolts of cloth as a token of my appreciation," Qi Yu said.

The fabrics Su Chengying provided were all top-quality, costing over ten taels of silver per bolt!

Su Yue thought for a moment, nodded, and didn't ask any further questions.

It's just a few bolts of cloth. My father owns a cloth shop, so we don't need much.

Qi Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then picked out the two best-quality pieces of fabric and set them aside separately.

Su Yue merely glanced at it and said nothing.

He originally intended to use that fabric to make autumn clothes for Qi Yu, but since he was going to give it away, there was nothing he could do about it.

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Early the next morning, Qi Yu left home and drove his carriage into the city.

The carriage was rented in the city, costing a total of one tael and five strings of cash for three days.

After returning the carriage, Qi Yu did not go to the government office immediately, but instead went to a tailor shop.

This tailor shop, called Caiyifang, specializes in custom-made clothes.

However, the prices are generally not cheap, so custom-made items are usually made by high-ranking officials and nobles, while ordinary people usually sew them themselves.

Qi Yu decided to splurge today and commissioned a custom-made outfit.

"Are you getting custom-made clothes, sir?" A beautiful woman in a plain-colored long dress walked over with a smile.

She was the owner of Caiyifang and a renowned embroiderer in Jiangzhou City.

Qi Yu came in carrying bolts of cloth, so the proprietress immediately assumed he was there to order custom-made clothes.

And that was indeed the case; Qi Yu had come to have clothes custom-made.

Qi Yu placed the fabric on the table, then took out a design he had drawn all night and handed it to the proprietress.

Qi Yu put in a lot of effort to create this design, because his hand was injured and he couldn't hold the pen steadily.

"Please sew it according to this picture, boss lady. It would be best if you could give me a discount!" Qi Yu said with a smile.

Li Niang took the blueprint, and just seeing the design, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, and she had already pictured the dress in her mind.

"Sir, did you design this style of clothing yourself?" Li Niang asked.

Qi Yu nodded without giving it much thought and said, "This was designed for my wife. Please sew it according to the pattern."

Li Niang nodded, then her eyes lit up, and she smiled, "Sir, I can sew this dress for you for free. How about you design another outfit for me?"

Qi Yu blinked, then stroked his chin and fell into thought.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Perseverance

A custom-made set of clothes would cost at least seven or eight taels of silver, which is almost a month's salary for me.

"Okay! Do you have any requirements?" Qi Yu asked.

Li Niang was overjoyed, and then smiled and said, "I don't have any special requirements, I just need to look a little noble, elegant and generous."

Qi Yu nodded and said, "Okay, no problem, I'll bring the blueprints tomorrow."

Li Niang nodded, then saw Qi Yu off as he left Caiyi Workshop.

After seeing Qi Yu off, Li Niang turned back into the shop, picked up the blueprint again, and her eyes revealed a strong sense of excitement.

This dress is cleverly designed, and the overall style is light and flowing. Wearing it would definitely make you look like a fairy. The style is different from most clothes nowadays.

Most clothes nowadays are conservative and monotonous, with styles that are basically fixed and repetitive.

It may differ in some aspects, but it remains largely the same and lacks any distinctive character.

Qi Yu's designs retain some of the conservative elements while adding many new ones, such as the wider cuffs than usual, which makes the clothes look much more dignified and elegant.

"Li Niang, is this a newly made dress? What are your requirements?" A middle-aged woman walked in from the side door, looked at the fabric, and asked.

Li Niang smiled slightly and said, "I made this dress myself!"

The middle-aged woman was slightly taken aback, then looked at Li Niang with surprise.

She was a worker at the clothing store, so she was naturally aware of her boss's arrogance.

Most custom-made clothes are made by the female workers hired by Li Niang; Li Niang rarely does them herself.

"Was it custom-made by some important person?" the middle-aged woman asked.

Since Li Niang did it herself, the other party must have a very powerful background.

Liniang recalled Qi Yu's attire and laughed, "No, he's just an ordinary scholar!"

Although Qi Yu was dressed in a yamen runner's uniform, he did not wear his hair in a bun; instead, his hair was disheveled, making him look quite unrestrained.

Yet, in his every gesture, he still retains the air of a Confucian scholar, a habit formed over many years that he cannot change.

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Back at the government office, I reported to the registrar, delivered some local specialties from Tongyun City, and then continued with my work.

The various files that have been piling up over the past three days are almost a mountain.

In the entire government office, there are no more than five people who are even remotely literate.

As for paperwork, there are only two things that can be handled.

One was Qi Yu, and the other was the registrar.

Although the other yamen runners were literate, their literacy level was limited to that of elementary school students writing diaries.

Qi Yu looked at his right hand, which was still wrapped in bandages, but at least his five fingers were exposed, so he could still hold a calligraphy brush.

No matter where you go, you're destined to be a corporate slave; even when you're injured, you still have to work!

Sitting back in his chair, Qi Yu picked up a file from the table, opened it to review, highlighted the key points, and then categorized it.

He did almost as much as an emperor, handling countless affairs every day, reviewing documents.

With an injury on his hand, Qi Yu's speed was slowed down considerably; he had only managed to finish about a third of the work in the entire morning.

Qi Yu didn't eat lunch; Song Yuntao brought him a bowl of rice instead.

Qi Yu quickly finished a large bowl, two-thirds filled with rice and one-third with vegetables, and then went on to organize the files.

Qi Yu didn't want to leave this mess until tomorrow. He wanted to finish today's work today.

Looking at Qi Yu's focused expression, Song Yuntao shook his head helplessly.

He's too rough around the edges to do this kind of thing, so there's nothing I can do to help.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. Song Yuntao hurriedly looked over and saw the county magistrate walking over with a group of people dressed in fine clothes.

Song Yuntao hurriedly stood at the door and bowed.

The magistrate simply waved his hand and then led the group into the room.

Qi Yu was reading through a volume detailing the murders of bandits when a sound of footsteps interrupted him. He looked up and gazed at the doorway.

"Qi Yu, come and pay your respects to the three Grand Secretaries!" the county magistrate said to Qi Yu.

Qi Yu stared blankly at the three old men. Had they come looking for him?

He was puzzled and confused, but then he immediately understood when he saw the young man behind the three old men.

Li Ming, the Crown Prince of the Dayun Dynasty, is a good-for-nothing who doesn't stay in the Eastern Palace but likes to run around everywhere.

Li Ming also looked at Qi Yu, then smiled slightly.

Qi Yu put down his pen, stood up helplessly, and then went to the three old men, bowing and greeting them.

"Greetings, Three Grand Secretaries!"

The three old men smiled and nodded. Then Li Chun turned to the magistrate and said, "Ziqing, you can go out now. We'd like to have a good chat with young Qi Yu!"

Ziqing is the name of the county magistrate. Li Chun can be considered half a teacher of the county magistrate, so it is not inappropriate to call him that.

The county magistrate nodded, then glanced at Qi Yu with a puzzled look before turning to leave, closing the door behind him.

The three old men stepped aside, allowing Li Ming and Qi Yu to face each other.