The next morning at dawn, the three brothers woke up one after another and lit the lamps.
They tried on clothes, brushed their hair, and dressed up carefully.
When Julie woke up, she opened the door and went to the main hall. What she saw was like a garden full of blooming flowers, each with their own beauty.
The three brothers were not the same type at all. Julie was used to seeing them in simple cloth clothes with no makeup. But now, seeing them all dressed up, she felt amazed.
After all, everyone enjoys looking at beautiful things, and Julie was no different.
Bailee's black hair was neatly tied up, with a silver hairpin set into it. He wore a white silk robe with delicate lotus flower patterns that appeared faintly across the fabric. He looked just like a handsome young man from a fairy tale, as if a heavenly being had fallen into the mortal world.
His face was sharply defined, with a strong jawline, a high nose, and soft pink lips that seemed inviting. His gentle eyes were full of affection as he looked at Julie.
Haven was already extremely good-looking. His features seemed like a masterpiece of the gods. His smile carried a playful charm, but there was also warmth in it.
He wore a purple robe that added a touch of mischief to his aura. His eyes were filled with excitement and hope.
Lorrie had fair skin, soft and smooth like a baby's. His long eyelashes were like two small brushes, fluttering lightly with his breath. His black eyes shone with youthful innocence.
His small pink lips were slightly pouted, and he wore a green robe with tiny daisy patterns, making him look even more delicate and sweet.
When he saw Julie come out, a blush quickly rose on his cheeks. His eyes shyly avoided hers, but he couldn't help glancing at her to see if she noticed him.
Today, Julie wasn't wearing her usual plain clothes. She wore a black silk robe made by Bailee. She planned to wear the other two outfits another time.
Since the clothes were already made with care, she wanted to wear them. It would be a shame to just leave them hanging in the closet.
Normally, she wouldn't wear such fine clothes for farm work, so occasions like today were perfect.
Julie left Mr. Leng at home to watch over the house. She then took her three husbands and drove the carriage to town.
It only took the time of one incense stick burning to reach the town.
Julie stopped the carriage outside the biggest jewelry shop in town.
The three brothers wore light veils over their faces before getting down from the carriage.
Julie gave a small coin to the boy guarding the door and asked him to keep an eye on the carriage.
The boy happily agreed; it was easy money.
Julie led her three men into the shop.
The shopkeeper quickly came out from behind the counter with a big smile, asking, "Hello, what are you looking for today?"
Even with their faces covered, the three husbands' presence stood out. Especially the two in front — their aura was simply outstanding.
The shopkeeper thought to herself, This wife really has good taste.
Julie didn't make the decisions for them. She didn't know much about jewelry anyway. Since she brought them here, she wanted them to be happy.
She turned to the three brothers and said, "Go and look around. Pick whatever you like. Don't worry about the price."
Julie had always been generous to her men.
It wasn't often they came out to shop, so today, she wanted them to truly get what they loved.
Bailee and Haven's eyes were full of sweetness. Even with the veils on, their happiness showed clearly through their eyes.
Lorrie was even more straightforward.
He had changed a lot recently. After seeing Julie nod, he eagerly ran off to look around.
Haven and Bailee followed after him to pick their favorites.
Julie glanced around the shop.
Even though it only had one floor, it had everything — silver, gold, jade, and even makeup like rouge and powders.
Julie didn't follow behind them. She leaned against a wall and quietly waited.
Since they arrived early, there were no other customers in the shop.
Jewelry shops mostly made money from men — some were spoiled by women, some were popular in the pleasure houses, and some were young masters from rich families.
The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic, hoping they would look around more and pick more things. The more they liked, the more their wife would buy.
Their wife had clearly said earlier to buy whatever they liked without worrying about the price. It was obvious she was someone who cherished her husbands.
With husbands as handsome as these, anyone would spoil them too.
However, if it were her, she wouldn't be so indulgent.
Over time, she had seen many customers. Most women didn't bring husbands from home. They usually brought lovers — someone kept outside the household.
Buying a small trinket to make them happy was common.
Usually, it was just one piece. Two pieces at most if they were feeling generous.
Making a beauty smile was worth it sometimes.
There were also many who just browsed and didn't buy.
The items here were mid-to-high-end; whether material or craftsmanship, everything was high quality.
Half an hour passed.
Julie's legs were going numb from standing, and they still hadn't finished choosing.
It was the first time she realized that men could also be so enthusiastic when shopping.
Even Bailee's eyes were shining, with more charm in his expression.
Another incense stick's time passed, and Julie's legs were completely numb.
She went to the guest seats to sit and rest for a bit before returning to the main hall.
They still hadn't finished picking.
She felt puzzled.
How could it take so long to pick something?
She hadn't said they were limited to one item each.
They could just buy whatever they liked.
She wasn't impatient, just confused.
Could men really be this tangled when shopping?
She was always quick and decisive when buying things.
After another cup of tea's time,
Haven, Bailee, and Lorrie finally walked over. It looked like they had decided.
Bailee was holding a jade hairpin, pure green in color, carved with lively mandarin ducks on the shaft. A snow lotus bloomed quietly at the tip, with a lotus-shaped pendant hanging down, matching his elegant aura perfectly.
Haven had chosen a white jade hairpin, clear and translucent, with a faint milky tint in the jade. A few tassels naturally hung down from it. When the wind blew, they made a crisp, pleasant sound. Julie hadn't expected him to like this kind of style.
Lorrie held two hairpins — in his left hand was a golden hairpin inlaid with seven round, full pearls. The pin was also carved with a small golden peony. In his right hand was a pink pearl hairpin, with a few strands of tassels hanging naturally from it.
He looked up at Julie, his eyes full of hope, and asked, "Is it pretty, Wife?"
People who asked this usually hoped for a positive answer.
Julie, being straightforward, said, "As long as you think it's pretty, that's enough."
She didn't really understand these things — wasn't that why they picked it themselves?
Lorrie didn't get upset.
He knew his wife didn't flatter with sweet words, but she was real.
Their wife was the best. She never complained about them spending money and was always willing to spend for their sake.
But... had he picked too much?
Only after finishing did he realize his two brothers had each chosen only one hairpin.
Julie also noticed that Haven and Bailee each only picked one piece, feeling a bit helpless.
She had thought, with how long it was taking, they were planning to empty out the shop.
It turned out...
Still, she was fair.
"You two go pick one more piece. Quickly."
She added a reminder at the end. She didn't want to stand for another hour.
She was already getting hungry and just wanted them to finish quickly so they could all go eat at the restaurant.
Seeing that Lorrie was bored, Julie took him to look at the rouge and makeup section.
There weren't many choices — only two kinds.
She also noticed some fragrance balm and lip cream, so she bought three sets of everything.
At that moment, Haven and Bailee had also quickly picked another hairpin each.
This time they were much faster, feeling touched and joyful.
They had never worn such good hairpins before; usually, they only wore wooden ones.
When Julie paid, she silently sighed — making money from men in this world was easy.
A small box of rouge, barely bigger than a fingernail, cost one tael of silver.
Altogether, it was one hundred and fifteen taels.
Julie paid without changing her expression.
The shopkeeper packed everything carefully and even gifted three decorated boxes, hoping they would return again.