As the two of them walked and talked, they unwittingly arrived in front of a jewelry stall.
"Wow! Miss, look at how beautiful the jewelry here is." Zi Xia said as she picked up a hairpin and examined it closely, unable to put it down.
"If you like it, just buy it."
"No need, I'm just looking."
The hairpin was made of white jade and exquisitely crafted, obviously expensive, making Zi Xia somewhat reluctant to part with it.
The jewelry seller, a woman in her early thirties, saw Zi Xia's hesitation and seized the opportunity to say: "Miss, our hairpins are one of a kind. If you like it, you should buy it quickly. Otherwise, it might be gone if you wait a bit longer."
One could tell this lady was a seasoned trader, her glib talking was quick and continuous, spewing a deluge of words in an instant.
Zi Xia was undecided: "How much is it?"
"Not much, just ten taels of silver."
