Meng Zhaojun felt that it didn't really matter; as long as she could buy the fabric, that was enough. Thus, her eyes focused on the best material in the store.
Seeing this store's selection of fabrics was still acceptable, she couldn't help but wonder if it could compare to the noble ladies in the Capital City. She sighed to herself quietly. It was only a matter of appearance, after all, as she certainly couldn't match their actual wealth. Therefore, she only had her wit and talent to rely on.
Meng Zhaojun examined the silks here, and although they weren't the finest in the country, they were much more beautiful than some of the imitation fabrics from her previous life.
The ancients might have used hand-weaving and embroidery, but they possessed superior techniques as well. The fabric she took interest in appeared as fine as silk, inviting one's touch irresistibly.
Such fabric, when worn in the summer, would be particularly cool and refreshing.
