Just when Zhang Ru was still hesitating whether to find a reason to take Huang Mengling's gift, the waist belt and knee pads made by Qinghe out of Xuanyuan Hao Palace.

The jailer watching from inside the cell relayed the news: Huang Mengling sent someone to pass on a message...

Zhang Ru thought: A centipede is still alive even after death. Even at this point, she still has the thought of turning the tables. Thinking back to the dream, she was her opponent, but she always retreated and just wanted to stay away from her and Xuanyuan Hao.

Since this was the case, Zhang Ru gave orders to open a door and let the people in the Huansha Tower pass on the news.

Zhang Ru stood up and said, "Let's go to Xuanyuan Hao Palace." The spring sunshine was bright, and the fumigated clothes that had been stored for the winter were taken out to dry to remove the odor.

Zhang Ru easily got what she was looking for and invited Qinghe into the palace again.

"Is this what you did in the beginning?"

Qing He picked up each one and looked at them: "Exactly."

"Can you take it apart, remove the contents, and then put it back together again?"

Qing He picked up the three items and examined them carefully again: "Yes, but it may take two or three days."

Qinghe stayed in the palace. She carefully untied her waist belt and knee pads and took out three pieces of silk inside.

Zhang Ru opened it and found that it was an essay that looked like a diary, with tiny calligraphy written on the silk.

On February 3rd, the fifth year of Qianyuan, I was pleased and overjoyed to see it.

On March 11, the fifth year of Qianyuan, a waist seal was carefully made, but the knee guards were destroyed, and the blessing embroidered inside was unacceptable to Ru.

On May 26, the fifth year of Qianyuan, I worked day and night to rebuild it. I dare not express my feelings and intentions again, and I feel guilty. At the same time, I was also making a boat, but I worked day and night to finish it.

On June 9th, the fifth year of the Qianyuan era, I had the opportunity to give this to my beloved, and I was overjoyed. However, I didn't want to do that again.

These are the ones Zhang Ru picked out. She used a pen to tick in front of these lines. So that's it.

With the help of a fake diary, he fabricated a story of "Ru cannot be destroyed" and easily changed the time when Zhang Ru gave the first gift containing embroidery - the waist seal and sleeve seal - to after Huang Mengling, and made it the thing that destroyed Huang Mengling, thus "imitating" her idea.

The other unchecked essays, a quick glance at, simply depicted a young girl in love as innocent and adorable, their little girlish demeanor truly revealing "genuine sincerity." I imagine Xuanyuan Hao would be deeply moved and affectionate after reading them.

Zhang Ru asked Qing He, "How long did it take her to finish writing these three pieces of silk?"

"She finished it in no time."

I am really talented in these things. It didn't take me long to finish a few months' worth of "diary essays", which only had more than 30 lines. Time flew by.

Zhang Ru rewrote the calligraphy in tiny regular script, which was almost standard. She then wrote on three small pieces of silk and asked Qing He to put them in. Qing He had almost completely restored the original pinholes.

Zhang Ru thought: This is what it means to be an ugly duckling.

Xuanyuan Hao finally got the news and really took the waist belt and knee pads apart.

The contents inside are all about his admiration for Ye Zhou, and that he made this waist belt and knee pad for Xuanyuan Hao to thank Zhang Ru for making shoes for Ye Zhou in the past...

Xuanyuan Hao had already given up his thoughts on Huang Mengling and remembered the message: Now that I am dying, I must let him know my feelings.

He called Ye Zhou over and showed him the item. Ye Zhou looked at it and said with a smile, "It's just a scam. Don't worry about it."

"This was made by Huang Zhiyi's maid Qinghe, and Huang Mengling took it and passed it off as her own."

To prove it, Qinghe was summoned. Qinghe examined the item and reported to Xuanyuan Hao, "This was made by me. Huang Mengling saw that many of the waist and sleeve seals made by the Queen for Your Majesty contained embroidered poems and blessings, so she asked me to embroider some words on them when she made them for her.

Later, she became dissatisfied with my handwriting and asked me to remove it and change the pattern. She then simply wrote on the silk and asked me to sew it in. Huang Mengling sewed on these three pieces of silk very quickly. I only embroidered half a small leaf, but it took her only twenty stitches to finish it.

Xuanyuan Hao remained silent after hearing this.

Qing He continued, bearing the branding scar on her face, "I have used a lot of cloud patterns on these three items. Your Majesty, please send the palace embroiderers and maids to Huang Mengling to see if she can embroider the same cloud pattern."

Zhang Ru learned that Wang Daxixi had actually arranged for the embroiderer and the nanny to check it. Huang Mengling in the prison sighed and finally gave up. Zhang Ru fought back, but she only learned one method from her mother and applied it in thousands of ways. How could she embroider the same cloud pattern?

Xuanyuan Hao quietly asked the embroiderer to carefully unpack the undershirt, pajamas, waistband, kneepads, and sleeve bands that Zhang Ru had made for him, about seven or eight items. Seeing the loving poems and concerns inside, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, feeling happy and proud, and his heart pounding.

At first, she envied Ye Zhou for a moment, realizing that what Ye Zhou didn't have, she had always possessed. She ordered the embroiderer to carefully restore the piece, feeling completely satisfied.

Ye Zhou has been feeling uneasy these past two days. After more than ten years of companionship, things have become second nature.

He walked into that familiar courtyard several times, only to find it empty and quiet. She was no longer there, applying her makeup in front of the mirror on the dressing table, and he used to draw her eyebrows when he felt like it.

She no longer replaced the incense in the incense burner with agarwood for him. She liked the sweet and greasy scent of roses, but he didn't like it. Every time he came, she would replace it with agarwood.

Ye Zhou's gaze swept across the window again, his eyes dimmed. That day he pressed her against the window and kissed her. The window screen was damaged, but she didn't change it. She patched the window edge with flowing cloud brocade, which looked pretty good.

Now that I think about it, this money-grubber was timid. He probably asked Yun Qiansha how much it cost, thinking that she would have to pay for it herself, so he didn't change it. He is quite skillful, so he is not completely useless.

There was also a tea set on the table. He didn't like the small cups of tea. When he came, she served him a normal cup, and was also very careful, brewing the tea according to the solar terms, and carefully checking whether he liked it.

She was having a lot of fun playing with the tea set, like a child playing house. He thought it was interesting, so he sat down and had a drink.

I looked at the quilt on the bed again. She was very bold when she fell asleep. She would grab the quilt every time, roll it up and run away. Every time I had to pull her back with the quilt. She would fall asleep soundly as long as I held her in my arms. She was so obedient that I didn't know if she did it on purpose.

She took care of him when he was sick. He was a little drowsy and felt her hand gently stroking his head and running through his hair. He felt inexplicably comfortable and heard her call softly, "Duke..." She called several times, but he didn't answer.

Suddenly, the voice changed, calling him "husband, husband," and she collapsed onto his chest. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart, a deep sweetness. She was his concubine, and usually didn't dare call him "husband," only "master." She probably thought he was asleep.

I can't go to Jiangnan anymore, and I don't know when I'll come back. When did I become so tough? I shouldn't have given her so much money and household registration.