Transmigrated Female Official

13. I'm really not a female pervert.

The next day, inside the clothing workshop.

"Phew... I've finally finished drawing all the blueprints." Chu Qingluo wiped away her sweat. Forty sets—she was almost driven crazy by herself. She should have just chosen twenty people in the first place. If it weren't for the effect, she wouldn't have had to push herself so hard.

After handing the renderings to her aunt, she went to check on the progress of the model team she had assembled.

"You need to take bigger steps, walk in a straight line, and stop veering off course. Also, watch your facial expression, don't look like someone in your family has died!" Luo Lifei pointed out everyone's faults in a very professional manner, but her wording was still in Luo Lifei's style.

"Qingluo, you're here." Peony saw Chu Qingluo first and quickly greeted her.

Chu Qinglu smiled at her: "Thank you for your hard work."

Luo Lifei also saw her and strode over, asking, "Chu Qingluo, how do you think I've trained them?" Although it was a question, her expression revealed a hint of confidence.

Chu Qinglu could tell that Luo Lifei was very concerned and serious about this matter, and replied, "Let me check the results first."

She gathered everyone together, pointed to the entrance of the clothing workshop, and said, "Now, everyone, come to me one by one from the other end of the door. Consider this a formal performance, and everyone should show what they're supposed to do. Let's start with the ladies-in-waiting..."

Immediately afterwards, all thirty-nine people mustered their strength and walked around in front of her one by one.

"How are you?" Peony asked with concern. Luo Lifei was even more concerned and came over as well.

"Not bad, but... something's missing." Chu Qingluo's mind raced, trying to figure out exactly what was missing...

"Are you trying to nitpick?" Luo Lifei asked with displeasure. The other female officials whispered among themselves, unanimously agreeing that the effect was already very good.

"Qingluo just hopes that we can all be better off," Peony quickly reassured everyone.

"I understand!" Qinglu snapped her fingers. "Aura! It's all about aura!" She used to wear sky-high heels when she walked the runway, but there are no such things here. She's already at a disadvantage in terms of aura.

She quickly went to the man who was making shoes, picked up ten shoe soles and stacked them together... She shook her head; it was too high, they couldn't walk on it. So she removed five, leaving only five shoe soles. She pressed them together tightly with both hands, held them up to her eyes to look at them, then nodded and said to the shoe-making man, "Sew the five shoe soles together to make the thickness of one shoe sole. Make five pairs first."

Although the male attendant didn't understand, he still nodded obediently: "Yes." He then conveyed Chu Qingluo's request to another group of shoemakers.

Chu Qinglu smiled mysteriously at Shaoyao: "Make a few pairs first and let them try them on. The effect should be much better." Even without sky-high heels, platform shoes will do.

Chu Qingluo returned to their group and said, "We'll be giving out special shoes in a few days. Now, let's figure out the order of appearance." Everyone gathered around, listening intently.

"Luo Lifei, you're first." She walks the runway better than the others, and she loves to show off, making her the perfect choice to open the show.

“No problem.” Luo Lifei was secretly delighted; she was eager to be the first to appear and outshine everyone else. If Chu Qingluo hadn’t brought it up, she was planning to suggest it herself.

"Next is..."

"Master Chu."

Chu Qingluo was concentrating on arranging the order when a male attendant appeared before her, carrying a set of clothes, looking trembling. "What's wrong?" she asked.

The male attendant lowered his voice and stepped forward to say, "The Seventh Prince's clothes have been altered and have already been sent over, but the Seventh Prince insists that Lord Chu go before he will try them on."

Chu Qinglu frowned slightly. What was wrong with Ji Qiran?! She replied, "I understand, I'll go." After saying that, she took the clothes from his hand and told the others, "Everyone, continue practicing. I'll be right back."

……

"They really think I'm not busy enough, they just keep making things worse." Chu Qinglu muttered to herself as she quickened her pace.

To everyone's surprise, upon entering Ji Qiran's palace, they found him sitting there leisurely, with a cage on the table containing a colorful parrot flapping its wings. He leaned back in his chair, teasing the parrot with his fingers and whistling twice, looking extremely relaxed and languid.

"Seventh Prince, please try on the clothes." Although her expression was indifferent, her voice revealed obvious impatience.

"Okay." He stood up, stretched, walked towards her, took the clothes, and turned to enter the inner hall... The whole process was smooth and efficient, without a moment's delay.

Why didn't he cooperate earlier? Why did he make her make such a special trip?! Why is this handsome guy so demanding?!

"It's too small, I can't wear it!" Ji Qiran's voice came from the inner hall.

"How could this be!" Chu Qingluo clearly remembered that when she measured him for the second time, she was extremely careful and there was no way she could have made a mistake! So, without thinking, she rushed into the inner hall: "This is impossible, I clearly measured him very carefully!"

When she barged in so brazenly, Ji Qiran was stunned. He was only wearing a single layer of clothing, and the collar was wide open, revealing his muscular chest.

Chu Qingluo acted as if she hadn't seen him, and directly picked up the indigo robe and put it on him: "Try it on me."

Ji Qiran snapped out of her daze and nimbly dodged. "You really can't fit into it." He tossed the robe back at her.

Chu Qingluo persisted, insisting that he try it on. She refused to believe it could be wrong! He was clearly just looking for trouble! But Ji Qiran simply wouldn't cooperate, dodging and weaving. This infuriated Chu Qingluo, who was determined to grab him and stuff him inside the clothes! She stormed over, only to trip over the corner of a nearby table!

"Whoa—!" Suddenly, she pounced on him, catching Ji Qiran off guard and knocking him to the ground...

His handsome face was inches away, and her lips were pressed against his...

Chu Qinglu jumped up as if she had jumped up, and was a little incoherent: "I'm sorry! That...it was an accident! I'll alter the clothes for you!" After saying that, she took two steps outside, then turned back, picked up the clothes on the ground with a stiff upper lip, and ran out with a frown.

"..." Ji Qiran lay stunned on the ground for a moment, only sitting up after she left. Seeing her flustered appearance, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Really..."

He gently traced the lingering warmth of her lips with his fingers, recalling how he had seen her waving to other men from the sedan chair yesterday… She was already sixteen, yet she couldn't remember what had once been most important to her. This Chu Qingluo was no longer the girl who had followed him around like a puppy; she was completely different.

"Ugh—!!" Chu Qingluo slapped her forehead in frustration. Although she considered it a win to have kissed such a handsome guy, the way Ji Qiran looked at her just now—it was like he was looking at a female pervert! Even if he was incredibly handsome, she wasn't that indiscriminate! "Ugh—" She scratched her head again; there was no way she could clear her name now!

Chu Qingluo rolled up Ji Qiran's clothes with all her might and threw them to the tailor's attendant, saying, "The Seventh Prince said he can't wear them, so make them all bigger!"

The attendant took the clothes: "Lord Chu, how much larger?"

She gritted her teeth and said, "Make it as big as possible! Just alter it to the size of Pigsy!"

"Huh? Pig what?" The attendant's eyes widened, his face full of confusion.

She didn't care anymore; it was none of her business if his clothes didn't fit! She wasn't the head of the clothing department, why should she be held responsible?! All she cared about now was the presentation of the gift, and yes, the formation still needed to be arranged. She shook her head, putting everything that had just happened out of her mind, and prepared to focus entirely on the rehearsal.