There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Although she had learned the address of this place from Hu Meier, even Nongyu had never set foot inside the mansion before its true owner was brought there. Therefore, she was quite curious about the various furnishings in the hall.

However, her posture was dignified, and her gaze was very proper, so as not to offend anyone.

“My aunt specifically instructed me to bring the embroiderers from Yulu Pavilion here.”

"I'd like to tailor clothes for you, Brother Jiang, and prepare plenty of well-fitting clothes so you don't have to show your face in public."

With a slight smile, Nongyu explained her purpose for coming.

"Clothes are all you need, right? Why prepare so many sets and have to go to the store to take measurements..."

Like all straight men, Jiang Mo had no interest in dressing up.

In his previous life, Jiang Mo found it boring to go to the mall to pick out ready-made clothes. This task, which required taking measurements, choosing fabrics, and deciding on styles, made him feel overwhelmed even before he started.

The instinctive urge is to resist and reject:

"Let's not waste this time. Let those... oh, the people from Jade Thread Pavilion go back."

"That won't do."

Nongyu, who always behaved very obediently, did not listen to Jiang Mo this time. She clapped her hands lightly, and the people who were already prepared filed in.

Someone was holding up uncut fabric.

Some people also act as human models to showcase the latest clothing styles in Xinzheng City in a direct way.

Besides clothing, there is also a wide variety of accessories.

Even if only a small part of the boxes that were brought in were opened, it was enough to make the entire hall shine with jewels.

Nongyu's gaze, however, fell upon Yan Lingji:

"My aunt instructed me beforehand that this is a small token of my appreciation for Sister Yan, so please don't refuse it."

"Oh, she's so thoughtful~"

Before Jiang Mo could respond, Yan Lingji showed an open attitude. She seemed pleased with Hu Meier's overtures and walked with a smile toward the Yu Lu Pavilion people who were carrying various clothes. Her gaze swept around and then stopped on the jade legs that were faintly visible.

"Tsk tsk, you Central Plains people really know how to play with socks. I never expected that there would be so many styles of socks."

Picking up a pair of stockings and feeling its unique texture, Yan Lingji couldn't help but marvel.

Jiang Mo, who was standing next to him, was also quite surprised. He had noticed that many timeless works of art were circulating in Zilan Pavilion, but it was not appropriate to inquire about matters concerning women's private clothing.

Unexpectedly, the source was here.

No wonder Hu Meier was able to build a huge business despite being restricted in the palace, possessing astonishing wealth that even the Hidden Dragon Hall wanted to curry favor with.

Putting everything else aside, this creativity alone is ahead of its time.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Mo admired the different styles of Yan Lingji as she changed into various outfits, and then sent someone to call Fei Yan and Yue Shen over from the courtyard.

"What's the matter?"

Feiyan, who had found the swing in the backyard, was having a great time. When Jiang Mo called her over, her pretty face still glistened with excitement under the sweat. Yue Shen, who was beside her, wiped the sweat off the lively Feiyan while keeping a wary eye on Jiang Mo.

Unlike Fei Yan, who seemed overly naive at this moment, his first reaction upon seeing the various clothes available for selection in the hall was not excitement or admiration, but rather wariness.

Especially those revealing clothes that are not suitable to be shown to anyone...

This caused the memories that the Moon Goddess had suppressed to resurface, and her fair, frost-like face couldn't help but blush slightly. She inwardly cursed herself:

How shameless! I will never wear that little dress that barely covers my body!

Especially after Yan Lingji changed into a nightgown and then brazenly walked out of the side room to ask Jiang Mo for his opinion on the appearance and feel of the nightgown, Yue Shen couldn't help but feel alarmed.

Subconsciously, she felt that Jiang Mo had ulterior motives.

He reached out and covered Feiyan's eyes, which were curiously looking around.

"Oh, this is a rare opportunity. You should also pick out some suitable clothes. It's not good to just wear the same one or two outfits. You should dress up a bit."

His gaze seemed glued to Yan Lingji's fair and smooth skin.

Looking at the clothing—covering an area comparable to a swimsuit, as thin as stockings, and more like disposable sex toys than pajamas—Jiang Mo, whose brain was slightly short of blood flow, blurted out his thoughts without thinking:

"It's best to choose clothes that are completely different from your usual style."

"Dirty!"

Upon hearing this, the Moon Goddess instinctively raised her hand to protect herself, pulled Fei Yan back a few steps, and couldn't help but scold, "Don't think that Fei Yan and I are your playthings!"

"I would never wear such shameless clothes!!"

Clearly, the Moon Goddess had misunderstood again. Jiang Mo's claim that their styles were completely different was meant to make her and the Moon Goddess change their appearances to conceal his true identity.

Unfortunately, the clothes that the Moon Goddess had worn before were all quite conservative in style.

That's the complete opposite...

Isn't that exactly what Yan Lingji is wearing right now? This guy is definitely lusting after her body, trying to turn her into one of the women around him!

Her pretty face flushed even more, and the Moon Goddess was ready to pick up Fei Yan and run away.

"Huh? No, what's going on in your head... cough cough, anyway, I'm not going to force you to wear any specific clothes."

Jiang Mo, who was inexplicably scolded, instinctively wanted to ask the Moon Goddess why she was thinking such improper things.

But halfway through his sentence, he remembered that those things seemed to have been forced into the Moon Goddess's head by him and Yan Lingji, and he couldn't help but change his words somewhat awkwardly:

"Hey you, the embroiderer, right? Come and help them pick out some suitable clothes."

Seeing that the Moon Goddess was still wary of him, Jiang Mo simply decided to be a hands-off manager, focusing on enjoying the scenery instead of interfering in the selection of clothes.

Turning her head, she saw Nongyu standing to the side helping Yan Lingji tidy her clothes, and she waved to her as well:

"Everyone who sees it gets a share. Nongyu, you should also take this rare opportunity to pick out some suitable clothes. Those from Zilanxuan, well, they're not really suitable for meeting your parents."

"I think I'll pass, after all, this is..."

Actually, when Jiang Mo called the Moon Goddess and the Eastern Lord over, Nongyu felt it was a bit inappropriate, but seeing that Yan Lingji didn't say anything, she didn't stop him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mo also invited him to join in.

Her fingers paused slightly, and as Nongyu smiled and declined, she couldn't help but secretly glance at Yan Lingji's expression. Before she knew it, Yan Lingji had grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the box containing various stockings.

"Why are you being so formal? Come on, put this on and let me see..."

Yan Lingji's passionate boldness, Nongyu's dignified gentleness, Yue Shen's elegant tranquility, and Fei Yan's youthful vivacity—the embroiderer certainly had an eye for fashion, choosing clothes for everyone that matched their personalities, and even adding variations in style.

It's as if all kinds of famous flowers from spring, summer, autumn and winter have gathered together, all blooming in full glory and vying for beauty.

It was truly a feast for the eyes and a real treat for the senses.

Jiang Mo watched from the side, when suddenly another inspiration struck him. Many garments from later generations, which he had only glimpsed briefly, flashed through his mind, and he had an urge to recreate them and have the women in front of him wear them.

Chapter 42 One Person Is Missing

"Brother Jiang, moving to your new home was a joyous occasion. On behalf of the Mo family, I would like to offer you a small gift as a token of my respect. I hope you will not refuse!"

Laughing heartily, Jing Ke waved for several Mohist disciples to put down the wooden crates they had brought.

Hearing the substantial sound of the gift hitting the ground, Jiang Mo, who was initially a little nervous about Jing Ke's visit, couldn't help but smile more sincerely.

"Brother Jing, you're too kind. Just offering my congratulations is enough."

He led Jing Ke to a seat in the reception hall, and had maids serve tea and water to the Mohist disciples. Jiang Mo couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

It truly is a person's name, a tree's shadow.

Originally, I only planned to move out of Zilanxuan quietly, but I never expected that so many people would come to visit me after hearing the news.

They all brought gifts.

How could anyone possibly refuse?

No wonder everyone wants to be a powerful and influential person; the feeling of being surrounded by admirers is truly like holding the world's ups and downs in one's hands.

They can turn their hands over to make clouds or rain.

Just as Jiang Mo was exchanging pleasantries with Jing Ke, he suddenly noticed that this usually carefree and unrestrained fellow's expression turned serious, and he took out an invitation from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Mo:

"I have another request to make on my behalf."

“On behalf of the Mohist school, I would like to invite you to a banquet. I hope you will not refuse, so that the Mohist school can repay Brother Jiang for his help and kindness on several occasions.”

Jiang Mo paused, holding the teacup, and did not immediately accept the invitation.

Instead, I couldn't help but nervously ponder in my mind:

Attending a banquet? Or a trap?!

Could it be that the Mohists have discovered my secret assistance to Dongjun and Yueshen in taking the Blooming Brush? Are they preparing to attack me?

No, that's not right.

Asking someone to come and take action, even with a thousand reasons, would inevitably invite criticism. Besides, the Mohists have never been so polite; if they were truly certain, they would definitely launch a direct night attack and kill without bothering with these roundabout methods or alerting the enemy.

That is, a genuine invitation, and it's probably from the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

Observing Jing Ke's face secretly, Jiang Mo deduced a lot of information from the other party's serious and solemn expression, which was also tinged with a bit of tension.

So, with a light laugh, he raised his hand and accepted the invitation to the banquet:

"You don't mind if I bring some people over for a free meal, do you?"

"This……"

Jing Ke hesitated for a moment, though he did want to refuse.

Despite the Mohists' relentless pursuit of Dongjun and Yueshen, seemingly a resounding victory in their previous encounters, they actually suffered considerable damage as well.

At this time, they especially dare not reveal the actual situation to outsiders.

It's not good to outright reject it either.

After all, although Jiang Mo said it in a joking tone, it was also a test. If he was forced to go to the meeting alone, it would inevitably seem like he had some ulterior motives.

However, Jing Ke was not one to hesitate easily; his hesitation lasted only a moment.

After thinking about what the Six-Fingered Black Knight had told him before he came here, Jing Ke made the decision on his own, and said with a hearty laugh, "That's fine, the Mohist school never turns away friends!"

He did not linger for long before leaving in haste, leaving behind only the promise that he would not return until he was drunk.

"The Mohist school..."