Jasmine's eyes lit up; an idea struck her mind, and she seemed to have found a way to earn gold coins.
Jacques was still rambling on, using every flowery word in his vocabulary to introduce to Jasmine how good that batch of orange-yellow rough fabric was and how it would flatter the skin. Unfortunately, Jasmine was fundamentally unmoved, her expression indifferent. If she cared about her attire, she would not have sold off all those cumbersome, magnificent formal dresses she had brought over from the Royal Capital.
However, she waved her hand and pointed at the pile of unsold fabric beside it: "I will take all of this."
She bought all the backlog of rough fabric in the shop. The quantity was not small; it piled up like a mountain. To transport it back to the castle, they would at least need to go to the carpentry shop to buy an additional sturdy handcart capable of carrying goods.
