The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities is a Webnovel created by Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall.
This lightnovel is currently Ongoing.
Chapter 60: Don’t Move Him!
“Most importantly, only Elder Robinson knows how to grow this kind of gra.s.s. So tell me, how can this be counterfeited?”
Everyone nodded.
“Yeah… I heard that the king had once asked Elder Robinson for some Carefree Gra.s.s seeds and had a group of top gardeners to plant them, but in the end, all the seeds rotted in the soil.”
“And, please look here.” The man raised the cloth in his hand and pointed it under the light.
When moved sideways, the original pale yellow fabric turned into lavender, and after turning it again, it instantly turned black.
It was like magic. Everyone was stunned.
This piece of cloth had so many different colors.
“Have you seen it? This is Elder Robinson’s unique skill, weaving several threads of different colors into one piece of cloth. The color of the cloth changes when viewed from different directions. In the entire Ye Kingdom, only Elder Robinson has mastered this wonderful and complex weaving method, and he has no apprentices. So no one can counterfeit his works!”
The crowd was dumbfounded.
“This is really Elder Robinson’s cloth!”
“Come on, let me touch it. It’s been my dream to take a look at Elder Robinson’s cloth.”
“Be careful. It’s more valuable than diamonds!”
Everyone rushed up, trying to touch it, a little bit incoherent with excitement.
“Are you finished?”
An indifferent voice rang.
The crowd turned their eyes to Claire.
She put a hand in her pocket and tilted her head, looking careless and impatient.
The man, who recognized this cloth first, held the cloth in both hands and handed it to Claire.
Ada suddenly stepped forward and took it, smiling. “That’s very sweet of you, Claire. I didn’t expect you to prepare such a great gift for your grandpa.”
Everyone looked at Claire with completely different eyes, some with surprise, some with doubt, some with curiosity, and some with admiration.
Claire narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing sideways at the cloth in Ada’s hand, feeling a little ridiculous.
Wasn’t this just a piece of rag? Why did they make such a fuss about it?
Exasperated, Phoebe clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth.
This turned out to be Elder Robinson’s cloth!
How could Claire have it?
Did she steal it?
The others had the same question in their hearts, and even Evans frowned and looked Claire up and down.
Why did this girl own Elder Robinson’s cloth?
This was strange!
Allen’s face was stiff and gloomy.
He just scolded Claire because of this piece of cloth.
But…
The banquet proceeded.
However, more and more people came to talk to Claire, while Phoebe was left out in the cold.
Phoebe was on the verge of tears.
Since she was born, she had always been the focus of attention wherever she went. She had never been treated like this before.
Her self-esteem and pride had been trampled into the mud!
Claire was a loner.
At this moment, surrounded by so many people, she frowned and felt very irritable. She glanced at the crowd coldly and was about to go upstairs when there was an exclamation not far away.
“Step aside!”
Everyone looked in the direction of the shout.
In the middle of the hall, an exquisite chandelier suddenly fell down and Evans was right below it. Unable to dodge it, he was. .h.i.t by it with a bang.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The hall instantly turned into chaos.
“Dad!”
“Grandpa!”
“Mr. Taylor!”
Accompanied by screams of horror, everyone rushed to Evans’s side and hurriedly removed the chandelier on his body, wanting to check his injuries.
Claire rushed over and said coldly, “Don’t move him.”
But everyone was panicking and no one listened to her.
Claire scowled and snapped abruptly. “I said don’t move him!”
Startled, everyone stopped.
The hall finally quieted down.
Somehow, everyone froze and dared not to touch Evans anymore.