Xiao Hen shook his head, "This is ramie, mink furs for winter, ramie garments for summer. Ramie isn’t particularly warm but has excellent breathability, hence it is generally used to make summer clothing."
As he spoke, he glanced at Gu Chengfeng, "Your tunic is made of ramie fabric, not as fine as the ramie silk I’m holding, but this silk is not the finest either. Today in the woods, when Jiaojiao engaged Han Ye, he was wearing silk. That night he disguised himself in black clothes to assassinate me at the Academy, he wore the highest quality ramie fabric."
This was actually not hard to understand, Han Ye was the Han Family heir, a true noble; naturally, he wouldn’t wear cheap nightwear that cost one or two Silver taels for seven or eight sets in the market.
All were custom-made, close-fitting, lightweight, and had good elasticity.
Gu Chengfeng looked at the ramie silk in Xiao Hen’s hand, thoughtful, "So you’re saying this material is neither the cheapest nor the most expensive."
Xiao Hen said, "It’s above average. Common folks can’t afford it, and nobles wouldn’t glance at it."
Gu Chengfeng frowned in contemplation, "Who could it belong to then? A top expert from the Han Family? From the Crown Prince’s palace? Could it be Qun Xuan?"
The few of them had already exchanged all the information they each knew, including Xiao Hen’s origins, the fact that Shangguan Yun was that slave girl from Yan Country from years past, and character leads like Han Ye and Qun Xuan related to them.
Gu Chengfeng asked Gu Changqing, "Big brother, you’ve exchanged blows with Qun Xuan, have you noticed what kind of clothes he wears?"
Gu Changqing replied, "I didn’t engage with him."
Qun Xuan captured Han Ye and left without exchanging a single strike with Changqing.
"I did," Gu Jiao raised her hand from behind the large bowl, "I’ve exchanged blows with Qun Xuan."
Gu Chengfeng turned to her, "Did he wear clothing made from this material then?"
Gu Jiao replied, "I don’t remember."
Gu Chengfeng, "..."
Xiao Hen spoke up, "Keep an eye on Wang Xu, see if he has a clue."
A twitch appeared at the corner of Gu Chengfeng’s mouth; he let out a wry laugh. What happened to trust? Weren’t they still surreptitiously watching?
"Got it, I’ll keep an eye on him in a bit," Gu Chengfeng pursed his lips. Thinking of something else, he asked, "I still don’t understand, though. Going after you because you are, after all, the Emperor’s Grandson, you haven’t been demoted to a commoner; but your mother isn’t royal anymore, so why won’t they leave her alone?"
Xiao Hen replied, "What’s deposed can be restored. The sovereign once said, ’Princess Shangguan Yun, demoted to commoner, imprisoned in the Imperial Mausoleum, never to return to the capital.’ Yet now, not only has she returned, but she has also moved into the Imperial Palace. Tell me, which of those restless people can sit still? The Crown Prince is the first who can’t."
A day or two may not mean much, but as time goes on, people will worry whether the sovereign’s father-daughter affection for Shangguan Yun is returning.
This is a very dangerous signal.
After some thought, Gu Chengfeng said to Xiao Hen, "It doesn’t have to be that complicated; perhaps your mother saw the assassin." freewebnøvel.com
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