The shopkeeper peered carefully at Yue Mingxuan and Shang Qinghua through the door crack.
Seeing that neither looked like a troublemaker, he finally opened the door and let them in. "I've never heard of any bandits around here."
Shang Qinghua said, "There's been a severe drought in the north recently. Maybe some refugees came from there."
If it hadn't been for being trapped together in the Piaoxiang Courtyard last night, Yue Mingxuan might almost have believed Shang Qinghua's words.
He lied so smoothly, never needing to plan a story.
Although the shopkeeper was still suspicious, he accepted the silver and provided them with two sets of ready made garments.
The craftsmanship in the small town was simple; when Yue Mingxuan put his clothes on, the material felt scratchy all over. But it was better than wearing only his undergarment, he reassured himself.
In contrast, Shang Qinghua who is shirtless wore the male outfit with complete ease, showing no signs of discomfort.
