Transmigrated Female Official

Since Chu Qingluo's idea was approved by Princess Fulin, Li Ziyou simply dumped several troublesome people on her to deal with, such as the sixth princess and the seventh prince who pretended not to have any demands, as well as the fifth prince, the eighth princess and the ninth prince who had more demands.

The sixth princess, who wanted a 'fresh and refined' look, was relatively easy to please, as she was slender and fit well; all that was needed was to accentuate her strengths and minimize her weaknesses. She wore a blue-and-white silk phoenix-tail dress, the bodice adorned with various sized gauze flower buds. The person who delivered the clothes reported that the sixth princess had no objections to the dress.

The Ninth Prince was, after all, only a fifteen-year-old boy. Although he made a bunch of nonsensical requests, after seeing the brightly colored brocade robes his male attendant brought him, he only boasted a bit, saying things like he could wear even plain clothes with an air of nobility... Anyway, he was considered to have passed the test.

The Eighth Princess had many demands, which caused Chu Qingluo a lot of trouble. The top was a white cloud-patterned shirt, with feathers embellishing the waist, while the skirt was the key part. Considering the Eighth Princess's requirement of more than four colors, Chu Qingluo came up with a clever trick.

Just in case, Chu Qingluo decided to personally deliver the clothes and accessories to the Eighth Princess.

The Eighth Princess was furious after just one glance: "I clearly ordered the four-colored one, but your clothing workshop gave me a white feather dress! Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?!"

"Princess Joy, please try on the dress. If you don't like it, we'll change it immediately." Chu Qingluo wasn't really sure herself, but she was taking a chance.

The Eighth Princess glared at her. She actually wanted her to try?! She said fiercely, "If you try it and it doesn't suit your taste, I won't let you off!"

While waiting for the Eighth Princess to change her clothes, Chu Qingluo was very nervous, kept singing "Tante" and her palms were sweating.

"All these colors are covered up by the skirt! What's the point?!" The Eighth Princess discovered the secret in the skirt while changing, but what she wanted was a vibrant array of colors.

"Princess, why don't you try dancing?" Chu Qingluo suggested.

The Eighth Princess turned around impatiently, and four white skirt petals unfolded, revealing the colorful gauze inside, which seemed to be stretched out and kept gushing out.

"Wow—!" The princess's male attendants exclaimed in surprise, "So beautiful! The princess is like a fairy!"

Upon hearing this, the Eighth Princess's mood instantly brightened. She walked to the enormous bronze mirror and spun around several times. The image resembled a blooming flower, and one could almost smell its fragrance all around. She couldn't help but laugh and said to Chu Qingluo, "You guys are quite capable."

Chu Qingluo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Back in the clothing workshop, she planned to finish drawing the last few sets of mockups.

The attendant who delivered the clothes to Ji Qiran returned and reported: "The Seventh Prince requests Lord Chu's presence."

"Does the Seventh Prince have any complaints about the clothing?" Chu Qinglu asked, puzzled. Usually, she would have her servants bring her opinions back to Li Ziyou. Why did the Seventh Prince want to see her?

The attendant looked troubled: "This... I don't know either. I only told you to come over."

"Okay, I'll go right now." There was no other way but to make the trip.

This was my first time stepping into the Seventh Prince's palace, and it was filled with bookshelves. I hadn't expected him to have so many books. The only thing that seemed out of place among them was a crossbow placed right in the center. The crossbow was exquisitely crafted, with pure gold carvings on the handle.

Chu Qingluo was staring blankly at the crossbow when Ji Qiran suddenly appeared behind her, startling her. "Seventh...Seventh Prince!" Shouldn't he have come out from the inner palace? How did he get behind her?

Seeing her startled, Ji Qiran suddenly wanted to laugh, but held it back: "I called you here to talk about this outfit."

"Hmm, is there something wrong?" Ji Qiran was dressed in an indigo blue, narrow-sleeved, front-opening robe with auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs—he looked quite handsome. And wasn't he supposed to be 'casual'?

"Too loose," he replied casually.

"Huh?...Oh..." Could it be that she was distracted when taking measurements and misremembered the number?! Chu Qingluo felt embarrassed.

"Should we remeasure your body?" Ji Qiran asked.

"Okay." Chu Qingluo took out the rope she always carried with her from her sleeve. This time, she was determined to measure it carefully.

She first measured his shoulder width, then tied a knot in the rope as a mark, and then measured his arms. After that, she bent down to measure his waist...

Ji Qiran naturally raised his arm to cooperate with her. But for some reason, while most people swing their arms horizontally, he deliberately swung his arm straight out, making it look like he was holding her in his arms. Chu Qingluo frowned uncomfortably and was about to step back when Ji Qiran pressed her down with one hand: "Don't move."

As his breath drew nearer, Chu Qingluo held her breath, her heart skipping a beat for a few seconds...

He moved his other hand to her hair and gently pinched it: "There are flower petals." Then he released her.

Chu Qingluo jumped back instantly: "Thank you..." She took a few breaths and continued to take his measurements.

Seeing her face slightly flushed, Ji Qiran smiled.

"Seventh Brother." The Fifth Prince suddenly appeared at the door, breaking the strange atmosphere between the two.

Ji Qiran was taken aback. He wasn't particularly close to his fifth brother, so his sudden appearance in his palace was quite a rare sight. "Fifth Brother."

Chu Qinglu bowed to him: "Fifth Prince."

"I just went to the clothing workshop and heard that Lord Chu is with my seventh brother, so I came here to save Lord Chu from having to make a trip to me." The fifth prince didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

Ji Qiran raised an eyebrow: "So, Fifth Brother's clothes aren't to your liking either?"

Ji Qili glanced at Chu Qingluo, whose expression had darkened, and replied with a smile, "On the contrary. The clothing made by the Clothing Pavilion this time is very original, and I am very pleased with it."

Chu Qingluo was afraid that this was another troublemaker, so she felt much relieved after hearing his words: "I'm glad the Fifth Prince is satisfied. May I ask what brings you here?"

"I only found out from Lord Li that the idea came from Lord Chu. I came here specifically to thank you. I made so many requests, and it really troubled you."

Chu Qinglu smiled gently, about to speak, but Ji Qiran spoke first: "Fifth Brother, you seem to care a lot about Lord Chu." His tone was teasing.

"I heard that Seventh Brother and Lord Chu are old friends. Could it be that you mind if I also want to become friends with Lord Chu?" Ji Qili said, then turned to Chu Qingluo: "Lord Chu, you don't mind, do you?"

"Uh..." Of course I mind, who wants to be friends with someone who looks like their scumbag first love?

"Does Lord Chu think I'm not qualified to be your friend?" Ji Qili asked again, looking into her eyes.

Every time Chu Qingluo saw his face, she would be in a daze. It was so hard to separate him from her first love. They were clearly different people, but she always felt that they were the same person.

Someone who stabs you in the back when you're at your happiest...

"Of course not, the Fifth Prince is of noble status." Who would want to be friends with him?! It's just that I didn't know how to refuse him at the moment.

"Or... is it true that Lord Chu only has eyes for Seventh Brother, as the rumors say?" Chu Qingluo's ambiguous attitude made Ji Qili feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Fifth Prince, you misunderstand. It is Qingluo's honor to be friends with you. Moreover, the Seventh Prince is only acquainted with my second brother and has no relation to me." Chu Qingluo wanted to make things clear before things became more complicated.

"Oh? I see." Ji Qili pretended not to see Ji Qiran's unpleasant expression and smiled heartily.

"Yes, that's right." Chu Qinglu chuckled twice in agreement.

This woman, Chu Qingluo, actually claims to have absolutely no connection with him?! Ji Qiran was furious. The truth was, she had been head over heels in love with him, practically the talk of the town. Now, with amnesia, she'd wiped the slate clean, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

I never imagined that he, the most handsome man in Yancheng, would one day be left out. Thinking of this, Ji Qiran's face darkened even more: "Lord Chu, this is the end of the examination. You can go back now. Don't make the same mistake next time."

"Yes." There was still a lot of things waiting for her, and she didn't want to waste any more words with these two.

"I'll escort Lord Chu back," Ji Qili said, also preparing to leave.

Ji Qiran's gaze turned cold as he silently stared at the two of them.

“…Thank you.” Chu Qingluo forced herself to go out first, and Ji Qili nodded to Ji Qiran before following her out.

"Am I bothering Lord Chu?"

It would be a lie to say she wasn't bothered, but could she tell the truth?! Chu Qingluo was internally frustrated. Why did he insist on being friends with her?! She composed herself and said, "I just don't understand why the Fifth Prince thinks so highly of me?"

"Actually, I don't know why either, I just want to know more about you." Ji Qili wasn't lying to her; he himself didn't understand the reason.

"In my opinion, friendships form naturally because people get along well; there's no need to force it." Besides, he was completely unpalatable to her.

Ji Qili pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "Lord Chu is right. Perhaps I just find you agreeable. Lord Chu may not know me well yet, but that's alright. We can get to know each other slowly."

He's really persistent. Oh well, there's no point in trying to reason with him. Chu Qingluo silently rolled her eyes.

"Can you tell me how you came up with the idea of ​​making clothes for me like that?" he asked in a more relaxed tone.

"You requested no cool colors, no red. So I first thought of black and white. These two colors together resemble a traditional Chinese ink painting, and I chose a gauze dress with a bamboo pattern. As for the 'photographic memory,' it was just a bold attempt to make the collar double-layered, and luckily the final effect was quite good. Moreover, your dark green jade pendant will stand out particularly brightly against the black and white clothing," Chu Qingluo explained logically.

Ji Qili listened attentively, observing her as he went. Not only was she exquisitely beautiful, but her ideas were also bold, innovative, and unique—she was definitely an extraordinary woman. "Lord Chu's insights into clothing are truly admirable. I, Ji Qili, am determined to befriend Lord Chu."

Chu Qingluo couldn't avoid it either way, so she simply stopped arguing: "Whatever the Fifth Prince says, goes." After all, there are many kinds of friends, some are familiar and some are not.

"Then, from now on I'll call you 'Qingluo'." There was no question in his tone.

"Do as you please," Chu Qingluo shrugged, unimpressed.