That sentence not only shocked a few people within the hall but also made Li Mingjue, who had hurried over, stop in his tracks.
The Noble Consort had been sitting calmly until then, but now she seemed somewhat restless.
"What is the problem with this hairpin?"
Qi Yu did not immediately answer her question. From a distance, she exchanged glances with Li Mingjue before diverting her gaze.
Li Mingjue walked over to her side, unabashedly taking her hand in his, his mind still somewhat chaotic.
Qi Yu struggled for a while but, unsuccessful, she gave up.
She gave Li Mingjue a look and whispered, "Remember to cooperate with me later."
Li Mingjue looked at her with confusion, but Qi Yu had already turned towards Li Tianze and the Noble Consort, continuing, "The hairpin is indeed made of silver, but it is crafted using a secret method by the Tulan people, and it is not the same as the silverware in Dazhao."
