Gu Qing married a scoundrel who poisoned her, leaving her crippled and bedridden. She hated him for five years, cursed him for five years, until she was fed poison once more, only then realizing th...
The private room on the second floor has an excellent view, and you can overlook the entire bustling Furong Street from the window.
There was a constant stream of people coming and going, including many familiar faces of noble families.
Gu Qing and Mu Xin sat down by the window and looked around at the furnishings in the room. Upon closer inspection, it didn't look like a private room for entertaining guests, but rather like a girl's own boudoir.
The maid in the pavilion served tea to the two of them. Wan Nishang took out a tape measure from the inner room. Seeing the curiosity on their faces, she couldn't help but smile lovingly. "This private room is where I usually rest. The furnishings are arranged according to my own preferences. Princess Madam Chen, please don't dislike it."
"Master Wan, you're worrying too much." Gu Qing stood up and bowed. "Thank you very much for your appreciation today. Master Wan, you've taken the trouble to make clothes for me. As for the money, I will personally present it to you like the princess did."
Wan Nishang did not refuse. She smiled and agreed to take measurements for the two of them, selecting a few pieces of shark-hair shirts and smoke-long gauze.
"The princess has a straightforward and passionate personality. This rose red is the most suitable for her. As for Madam Chen..."
Wan Nishang looked Gu Qing up and down, with a complicated smile on her lips.
Seeing this, Mu Xin became more curious, "I think Qing'er looks really good in light yellow."
"Goose yellow is like a delicate jade. Madam Chen's features are delicate yet graceful. This crescent color can only highlight Madam Chen's icy skin and delicate bones, like an immortal."
The maidservant respectfully serving tea had never heard the Pavilion Master praise someone so highly before, and couldn't help but glance cautiously at Madam Chen. Gu Qing noticed the gazes of others and smiled modestly, "Pavilion Master Wan, you are too kind."
"This Pavilion Master has never misjudged anyone. Today's time has come. In two days, I will send someone to deliver the clothes to the Princess's Mansion and the Chen Mansion. Please come in."
Does this mean you want to chase the guests away?
Gu Qing was a little slow to react for a moment. Wan Nishang's temperament changed almost instantly, and it was the same when they were outside just now.
Mu Xin stood up from the mat, took Gu Qing's hand, nodded slightly to Wan Nishang, and walked straight out of the room.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"
Gu Qing came back to his senses and asked with a little confusion, "Pavilion Master Wan's personality is really hard to understand."
Mu Xin laughed, turned around to look at the closed door, and whispered, "Pavilion Master Wan has always been like this. She doesn't like to see people, and she loves money the most. If she's in the mood, she'll take a look. If there's someone who's worthy of the clothes she makes, she'll give them away for free."
"Then I am lucky today." Gu Qing joked to himself.
Mu Xin took her arm and said, "It's because of your strength, it's because of your strength. You have such a good figure, I like it just by looking at you."
As she spoke, she looked at Gu Qing boldly, making Gu Qing feel a little embarrassed: "Okay, what are you doing?"
"That kid Chen Zhizhou is such a lucky guy." Mu Xin curled his lips. If he had known that the eldest daughter of the Gu family was so good, she should have been betrothed to a prince or a marquis.
Gu Qing laughed and patted the back of Mu Xin's hand: "My husband is very good."
"Yes, yes, I won't say that again." Mu Xin's eyes showed envy. "I didn't expect that your relationship with Chen Zhizhou is so deep."
Gu Qing lowered his head and smiled, and the two of them had a pleasant conversation. Qu Lingling and Du Qing downstairs were not paying attention to their clothes at all, and kept glancing towards the second floor.
Now seeing the two of them talking and laughing, I feel even worse.
"What a bitch! Not only does she seduce men, she even tries to curry favor with the princess!" Qu Lingling gritted her teeth. Today, Gu Qing got the advantage, and she wished she could tear her disgusting face into pieces.
Du Qing had a hot temper to begin with, and because she had just been lectured by the princess, she couldn't help but take out her anger on Gu Qing: "The princess is just treating her like a plaything. Do you really think the daughter of a secretary can really cling to the rich and powerful?"
"Besides, if the princess can protect her now, can she still stay by her side forever?"
Du Qing clenched his fists and said, "Sister Qu, wait until she is alone, then we will teach her a lesson. You are the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites, and you can't let Gu Qing take advantage of you."
Qu Lingling's expression softened slightly after being complimented by Du Qing. "What do you have in mind?"
Du Qing leaned in front of her and lowered his voice, "The clothes were made by Pavilion Master Wan, so it's not certain whether she can get them."
"What you said makes some sense." The two smiled at each other.
Qu Lingling glared at Gu Qing secretly.
She doesn’t have this dress, so she can forget about getting it!
At the same time, the noise of men and women nearby attracted the attention of the maids of the guests in the hall.
Even Gu Qing and Mu Xin were attracted by the man's forbearance and the woman's throwing tantrums.
"Cousin, do you really not love Xian'er anymore? You clearly saw me just now! But you didn't even say hello to me!" Wu Xian'er grabbed Zhao Qi's sleeve and pestered him relentlessly.
Ever since the marriage between the two families was called off, the Zhao family has been refusing Wu Xianer's visits on the pretext that Zhao Qi is in poor health.
Wu Xian'er racked her brains but couldn't find an opportunity to meet Zhao Qi. Who would have thought that today he would come out to visit Nishang Pavilion with his classmates from the academy.
"Brother Pei, I'm really sorry, you go first." Zhao Qi was still as gentle and polite as ever. Although Wu Xian'er was holding his clothes, he still maintained his demeanor and let his classmate go first.
Gu Qing's gaze fell on the Brother Pei that Zhao Qi mentioned. His brows furrowed slightly, and his memory became a little distant.
Could this man in front of me be the future national teacher?
But the Imperial Master has a mysterious temperament and holds a high position of power. How could he be the young man in plain clothes with a green face?
But that face... is so similar.
"Qing'er." Mu Xin once again called her back to her senses. "I noticed you were in a trance today. Did you not get enough rest?"
Gu Qing shook his head and continued to look at the two people on the first floor. Zhao Qi's face was much rosier than when he first saw him. It seemed that the medicine prescribed by Mr. Huang had taken effect.
Zhao Qi had great ambitions and should not have been framed by the conspiracy, which led to him being weak and sick for many years.
"Cousin, since we are not engaged in public, you should keep yourself clean." Zhao Qi brushed away Wu Xian'er's hand. Although there was still some reluctance between his brows, his face was quite serious.
At this time, Gu Qing and Mu Xin had already reached the first floor, watching the excitement here with everyone else.
In the past, Mu Xinsu didn't like to get involved in such troublesome matters, but now her face looked very ugly.
Gu Qing sensed her anger and secretly grabbed her wrist.
After all, this is the Zhao family's business. Duke Zhao is in a high position and has great power. If the princess intervenes, it will easily attract gossip.
"Cousin! I treat you with deep affection, and now you treat me like this?! Do you really think that you are like a normal person now that you are better? You are still just a waste!" Wu Xian'er was so angry that she spoke without restraint, and she thought that Zhao Qi was a sickly person who could be bullied at will.
Zhao Qi's expression suddenly turned colder, but his demeanor remained calm, like the only son of a Duke. "Wu Xian'er, I don't want to be entangled with you any longer. Let go."