Chapter 468 Tasteless Things

Casas and the half-straightened snake looked at each other in confusion for a moment.

Jiang Zhiyu's voice was a little hazy through the door, but he could still hear what she said.

"After all, in life, you always have to find like-minded people who affirm each other in the constant encounters and separations. I wish you all the best in the future, tasteless things!"

Casas: "..."

"Ah?"

No, when he said he didn't like it yesterday, these two didn't have this attitude!

Looking at the closed door, Casas became anxious.

He bent down and put the snake down, and the snake twisted away in a few blinks. Casas knocked on the door, but no one responded.

The problem seemed to be that he said he didn't like the embroidery girl's clothes. Casas thought for a moment and explained, "It's not that I don't like the clothes made by the embroidery girl, I just don't like the clothes with gauze on them."

The door creaked open a little.

Jiang Zhiyu peeked out from the crack and looked him up and down.

Fearing that the door would close, Casas hastily assured, "I really just don't like gauze. If the embroidery girl's clothes didn't have gauze on them, I would definitely buy them."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Zhiyu opened the door.

Casas squeezed in like a fish.

He sighed lightly and complained, "Didn't I say I didn't like it yesterday? Why did you react so strongly?"

The two people who had just closed the door said at the same time, "What? No."

Casas: "..."

"Okay, okay, if there's no, then there's no. Let me see the clothes."

His eyes were bright, and he was obviously looking forward to it.

Jiang Wenjing took out a box from under the bed, opened it and let him choose.

Casas went straight in.

...

Now that the two of them have joined forces, Xiao Yanli suppressed the news of Jiang Zhaorong's return to Beijing, and sent Taohong and Yaoer back to the Jiang Mansion.

Jiang Zhaorong stayed secretly in the Sixth Prince's Mansion, and Xiao Yanli did not restrict his actions, but only told him not to let Song Shiwei see it.

With an idea in mind, Xiao Yanli treated Song Shiwei better, doing everything personally, and the good things made Song Shiwei feel unreal.

After the two had a sweet lunch, Xiao Yanli left on the pretext of dealing with something. Song Shiwei's heart was beating like a drum, and she told the maid, "Follow His Highness and see where he went."

The waiting time was always unbearable. It seemed like a century had passed in Song Shiwei's mind before the maid hurried over to report, "Madam, His Highness went to a teahouse."

In the teahouse, Song Shiwei's brows just relaxed a little, and the maid said, "It seems that there is also a woman."

Woman?

Song Shiwei's heart was beating like a drum.

She clutched the quilt on her body tightly, and her voice was dry: "Did you hear what they were talking about?"

The maid shook her head: "The teahouse is surrounded by His Highness's guards. I was afraid of being discovered and dared not get close."

Song Shiwei's mind was suddenly in a mess.

She sat there until Xiao Yanli came back.

"You look not well today, didn't you take the medicine?"

Xiao Yanli took off his robe and handed it to the maid, while walking over and touching Song Shiwei's forehead.

Song Shiwei forced a smile: "Maybe it's because His Highness is not around, so I didn't sleep well."

Xiao Yanli chuckled and rubbed her hair, took the ointment and applied it gently to her, then lay down on the bed: "Okay, go to sleep."

Song Shiwei rested her head on his chest.

Maybe she was thinking wrongly, the Highness's attitude towards her was clearly the same as before.

She just felt a little relieved, raised her head, and saw the suspicious red mark on Xiao Yanli's neck.

Song Shiwei suddenly felt like she fell into an ice cave.

Her body suddenly froze, and Xiao Yanli hummed in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"...A little cold," Song Shiwei shook herself.

Xiao Yanli tucked the quilt for her, and asked in confusion: "Why are you suddenly cold?"

Song Shiwei did not answer.

After a sleepless night, Song Shiwei got out of bed after Xiao Yanli left.

She put on her clothes and veil, and her whole body was wrapped in layers of gauze, so her figure and appearance could not be seen clearly.

Then she went out with the maid.

With the memory of yesterday, the maid quickly took her to the teahouse yesterday.

There were layers of guards outside, and Song Shiwei found an angle to see Xiao Yanli and the woman opposite him from behind the open window.

A man and a woman were alone in the same room, and Song Shiwei's eyes were dry and she didn't even notice that her nails were digging into the flesh.

When she saw Xiao Yanli holding the woman and walking towards the bed, Song Shiwei's heart finally died.

Tears flowed across the wound, with a little pain, Song Shiwei said in despair: "Let's go."

When Xiao Yanli returned home, Song Shiwei acted as if she knew nothing, and the two talked and applied medicine as usual.

When Song Shiwei fell asleep, Xiao Yanli looked at her smooth back, frowned and went out.

"What's the matter? Didn't she see everything?"

The maid in front of Xiao Yanli trembled: "Yes, Madam saw everything, but Madam was wearing a veil at the time, and I couldn't see Madam's expression. After returning home, Madam went straight back to the room and didn't allow anyone to enter..."

Xiao Yanli frowned.

Since she saw it, why did she act as if nothing happened?

Neither questioning herself nor breaking down?

Or did she not care about herself as much as she thought?

No matter which speculation it was, Xiao Yanli's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Wait a little longer, if it still doesn't work, he will have to resort to drastic measures!

...

After two hours, Casas finally picked out a few pieces of clothes from a box.

But the two pieces he liked the most were Jiang Wenjing's old clothes.

Jiang Wenjing was unwilling to sell, and Casas was unwilling to buy.

But he liked them very much, staring at the two clothes eagerly.

Jiang Zhiyu suspected that he would burst into tears in the next second.

Then, Casas looked up as if he had made up his mind and said, "My benefactor..."

Jiang Wenjing's pupils shrank, and he said first, "These are old clothes, I can't sell them."

Casas: "..."

"My benefactor misunderstood, I wanted to ask, can I take these two pieces and show them to the embroiderers, so that they can follow my instructions?"

Fearing that Jiang Wenjing would refuse, Casas stared at him eagerly.

"Of course you can, but the embroiderers in Nanlong should not be able to do these." Jiang Wenjing said.

Casas' eyes darkened for a moment, then lit up again the next second: "There is Tianqi Xiu Niang, I'll give her money, she will definitely be able to do it!"

Jiang Wenjing: "...Okay."

Casas immediately packed up the clothes as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

"Thank you for your generosity, please ask me if you have anything. I'll leave first and won't bother you."

Seeing them nod, Casas left happily.

Although they didn't spend too much time together, Jiang Wenjing could feel the deep discord in Casas.

He seemed to treat them as the emperor said, treating them as benefactors and giving them the greatest kindness, but at the same time, he had deep malice towards his people.