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 I could still hear what she said.
"After all, in life, one always has to find like-minded people who affirm each other through constant encounters and separations. I wish you all the best in the future. Tasteless stuff!"
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 it 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 clothes made by the embroiderer. Casas thought for a moment and explained, "It's not that I don't like the clothes made by the embroiderer, I just don't like the yarn on the clothes."
The door creaked open a little.
Jiang Zhiyu peeked out one eye from the crack in the door and looked him up and down.
Fearing the door would close, Casas hastily assured her, "I really just don't like gauze. If that embroiderer's dress didn't have gauze on it, I would definitely buy it."
Only after hearing what he said did Jiang Zhiyu open the door.
Casas squeezed in like a fish.
He sighed softly and complained, "Didn't I say I didn't like it yesterday? Why are you guys reacting so strongly all of a sudden?"
The two people who had just closed the door said at the same time: "What? No."
Casas: “…”
"Okay, okay, if you don't have it, then don't have it. 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 for himself.
Casas plunged straight in.
…
Now the two of them 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. Xiao Yanli did not restrict his actions and only told him not to let Song Shiwei see him.
With this idea in mind, Xiao Yanli treated Song Shiwei even better, doing everything himself, and all the good things he did made Song Shiwei feel unreal.
After the two of them had a sweet lunch, Xiao Yanli left, saying he had something to attend to. Song Shiwei's heart was beating like a drum, and she ordered the maid, "Follow His Highness and see where he went."
Waiting is always difficult. In Song Shiwei's mind, it seemed like a century had passed before the maid came hurriedly to report: "Madam, the prince went to a teahouse."
In the teahouse, Song Shiwei's frown had just relaxed a little when the maid said, "It seems there is another woman."
woman?
Song Shiwei's heart suddenly started beating like a drum.
She clutched the quilt tightly and said in a dry voice, "Did you hear what they were saying?"
The maid shook her head and said, "The teahouse is surrounded by His Highness's guards. I'm afraid of being discovered, so I don't dare to get close."
Song Shiwei's mind was suddenly in a mess.
She just sat there until Xiao Yanli came back.
"You look unwell today. Didn't you take your medicine?"
Xiao Yanli took off his robe and handed it to the maid, then walked over and touched 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 ruffled her hair, then took the ointment and gently applied it to her before lying down on the bed: "Okay, go to sleep."
Song Shiwei leaned her head on his chest.
Perhaps I was mistaking my thoughts. His Highness's attitude towards me was clearly the same as before.
She just felt relieved and raised her head, and saw the suspicious red mark on Xiao Yanli's neck.
Song Shiwei suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
Her body suddenly froze, and Xiao Yanli hummed in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"...It's a bit cold," Song Shi shivered slightly.
Xiao Yanli tucked the quilt in 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 a 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 her maid.
With the memory of yesterday, the maid quickly took her to the teahouse yesterday.
There were layers of guards outside. Song Shiwei found an angle and saw Xiao Yanli and the woman sitting opposite him from behind the open window.
A man and a woman were alone in the same room. Song Shiwei's eyes were dry and he didn't even notice that his nails were digging into his flesh.
When Song Shiwei saw Xiao Yanli carrying the woman towards the bed, her heart finally died.
Tears flowed across the wound, bringing a little pain. Song Shiwei said dejectedly: "Let's go."
When Xiao Yanli returned home, Song Shiwei acted as if he knew nothing, and the two of them continued talking and applying medicine.
When Song Shiwei fell asleep, Xiao Yanli looked at her smooth back, frowned and walked out.
"What's going on? Didn't she see everything?"
The maidservant in front of Xiao Yanli trembled with fear: "Yes, Madam saw it all, but Madam was wearing a veil at the time, so I couldn't see Madam's expression. After returning to the mansion, Madam went straight back to her 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 yourself nor breaking down?
Or does she not care about herself as much as she thinks?
No matter which speculation it was, Xiao Yanli's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Wait a little longer. If that 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 his two favorite pieces were both Jiang Wenjing's old clothes.
Jiang Wenjing was unwilling to sell, and Casas was unwilling to buy.
But he also liked them very much and stared at the two clothes eagerly.
Jiang Zhiyu strongly suspected that he would burst into tears on the spot the next second.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, Casas raised his eyes and said, "Benefactor..."
Jiang Wenjing's pupils shrank, and he said quickly, "This is old clothes, I can't sell it."
Casas: “…”
"My benefactor misunderstood. I was asking if I could take these two pieces and show them to the embroiderers so they can imitate them."
Afraid that Jiang Wenjing would refuse, Casas looked at him eagerly.
"It's possible, but the embroiderers from Nan Gu shouldn't be able to do this." Jiang Wenjing said.
Casas' eyes darkened for a moment, then lit up again the next second: "There's an embroiderer named Tianqi. I'll give her money, and she'll definitely be able to make it!"
Jiang Wenjing: "...Okay."
Kassar immediately packed up all the clothes as if he was afraid that he would change his mind.
"Thank you for your generosity. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me. I will leave now and not disturb you any more."
Seeing them nod, Casas left happily.
Although they had not spent too much time together, Jiang Wenjing could sense something deeply off about Casas.
He seemed to treat them as his benefactors, just as the emperor said, and showed them the greatest kindness, but at the same time, he harbored deep malice towards his own people.
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