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Shi Qing came earlier, the Eight Treasure Pavilion didn’t have any guests yet, only the young people were counting the goods and cleaning the porcelain.

“What do you want to buy, our honored guest?” 

Seeing the guest come to the door, the manager standing behind the counter to check the account closed the account book in her hand and greeted her with a smile.

The other party was a woman in her late thirties or early forties, wearing a royal blue robe, with a chubby figure and a smile on her face.

Seeing that it was Shi Qing, she immediately said, “It turned out to be the young officer. What wind brought you here?”

…The wind of death.

Shi Qing just cleared the imperial examination but had not held a specific position yet. At this time, calling her a young officer was a compliment but not so appropriate.

“I have come to get the hairpin.” Shi Qing was in a lazy mood so she didn’t care. 

She took out the receipt from her arms and handed it to the manager.

Manager Xu took the receipt and looked carefully, “Okay, it’s the lotus hairpin, right? Wait for me for a while, I’ll fetch it for you.”

“The hairpin was ready two days ago. I have been thinking about when you will come to pick it up.” Manager Xu casually said, “I haven’t served you tea yet.”

Shi Qing sat in the lobby on the first floor and waited, while Manager lifted the curtain and went to the warehouse in the backyard.

Shi Qing maintained her standing position, and asked, “Is this all right?”

Mi He suspiciously asked, “Little Master, what’s up?”

“No, did it go so smoothly??” Shi Qing turned her head to look at Mi He, and her tone was a little unbelievable, “I thought something unexpected would happen.”

Anything she had been involved with had never gone well.

Now things went so well, she just couldn’t believe it.

Shi Qing looked at the wooden sign in her hand, let out a breath, and unhurriedly sat on the chair with a smile, “It’s quite accurate.”

With good luck, everything goes well.

Mi He smiled and followed her words, “It’s quite accurate.”

After all, they have selected that sign while picking out the others one by one.

After a while, a little maid came up with hot tea and melon seed cakes.

Shi Qing was not in the mood to eat, and kept looking at the curtain leading to the warehouse, waiting for her hairpin.

There would be no surprises, she was the woman who was chosen by the good luck sign.

Shi Qing had been struggling to deal with contradictions, fear, and guilt, but couldn’t help but approach her father.

In past life, Shi Qing had no family, no pure and unreserved affection. But if others treated her well, she tried her best to be kind to them.

Daddy Li was different from the son of a noble family or the son of a big official.

He was the son of a nouveau riche in Qingshan County, Shi family’s hometown.

The old man hated Li’s family background. So, he was always dissatisfied with Li Shi and tried to find his mistakes everywhere.

In order to please him, Mr. Li dressed in a very low-key and restrained manner. 

So, Shi Qing thought of giving him a jade hairpin, which was neither ostentatious nor extravagant.

This hairpin was drawn by herself, and Xu Zhang was responsible for making it into the hairpin.

When Manager Xu saw the drawing, she said the hairpin was very beautiful.

The head of the hairpin was carved in the shape of a lotus flower, the petals were open, and the details were clearly drawn, even the stamens were added.

The jade selected for the hairpin was warm and moist, and the lotus was noble and elegant. 

The most important thing was that it was carved from a whole piece of jade, which not only tested the craftsmanship of the master but also tested the financial resources of Shi Qing.

At that time, Manager Xu asked her, “It must be given to someone very important, right?”

For Shi Qing, Daddy was the most important person in the world, there was nothing wrong with her giving him a gift.

When Manager Xu came back her face was a little ugly, and the most important thing was that her hands were empty.

“…” 

Shi Qing supported the armrest of the chair and slowly sat back again.

She felt that the next thing she was about to hear was suitable to listen while sitting.


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