Ran Yan did not choose fabrics as engrossed as Ran Yun and Ran Meiyu, but had been closely observing the changes in Ran Yunsheng's expression. She couldn't help but feel secretly astonished and vaguely guessed something.
"Shilang," Ran Yan said in a low voice as she approached him with a bolt of ice-blue brocade, pretending to seek his opinion, "If you encounter any difficulties, don't hesitate to speak about them so we can prepare in advance... 'Three cobblers outwit Zhuge Liang; two heads are better than one.'"
Ran Yunsheng's eyes conveyed his gratitude as he sighed, "You're right, let's discuss it further when we return home." His gaze then fell on the fabric in Ran Yan's hands, commenting, "The color is nice, but wouldn't it seem too cold to wear this color in the dead of winter?"
"Brother, could you also give me your opinion on this color?" Ran Yun stretched out a bolt of goose-yellow brocade and asked Ran Yunsheng.
