The loom started to operate, and long lengths of cloth once again cascaded down.
Yet, he still lacked the courage to ask for women's clothing.
Nezha was somewhat disinterested, and turned to leave, but the sight of the row of dresses by the store entrance stirred an irrepressible desire for increased strength within him.
He surreptitiously glanced at the Weaver Girl, only to find that she had bowed her head, intently focused on making clothes.
With a determined heart, he grabbed a dress, stashed it, and then fled the scene as if escaping.
Some time later, a royal maid walked in and asked, "Princess, are the dresses ready?"
Without looking up, and still busily working, the Weaver Girl softly replied, "This batch is finished, please check them."
"The Princess is always meticulous, the count is surely correct," the maid spoke with conviction.
"Better check anyway, since they're needed for the harem; if the count is off, the blame won't be pleasant."