Wei couldn't bear it anymore, so she reached out and pushed Liu Yun'er away, pulled Quan Ge'er into her arms and protected him, scolding him, "You lowly thing, you should bear the consequences of your own actions, why are you making things difficult for the child?" She was secretly glad that she had given the child to Xie Wanyun, otherwise, with a mother like this, she really didn't know what the child would look like.
Liu Yun'er felt dizzy, nauseous and had stomachache. She was in so much pain that she almost died. She really wanted to faint, but she didn't dare. She was afraid that if she fainted now, she would find herself lying on the street when she woke up.
He could only lie on the ground, crying and begging for mercy. "Madam, master, old lady, madam, please have mercy and give me a way to live..."
Quan Ge'er's face was so red that blood seemed to drip out. He wished there would be a big hole in the ground so that he could crawl into it.
Xie Wanyun sighed. She couldn't bear to see the child so embarrassed. She said coldly, "Liu Yun'er, get up first. If there's a next time, I won't let you off easily."
Liu Yun'er finally felt relieved. This hurdle had been safely overcome. Having a son was a blessing; he was a protective amulet in critical moments.
After returning to Nong Yu Tang, Quan Ge'er kept a stern face and didn't say anything. Xie Wanyun knew that he was sad, so she didn't ask him any questions and just told him to rest early.
Quan Ge'er's eyes were red. When he reached his room door, he turned around and walked to Xie Wanyun and said, "Madam, I'm sorry."
Xie Wanyun reached out and touched his hair, saying gently, "Brother Quan, I told you, if it's not your fault, you don't have to apologize."
Quan Ge'er suddenly looked up, his eyes already filled with tears. Two large tears rolled down his cheeks, he sniffed, and nodded heavily.
That day, Xie Wanyun visited Huarong. A variety of skincare oils were displayed on the counter at the entrance. Previously, she had sold raw materials to the workshop at cost price and purchased the finished products from the workshop at regular prices. This kept the supply of skincare oils plentiful and the prices low. This made it affordable for everyone, and word spread of her kindness. Even when the Zheng Tong incident had impacted the Xie family's reputation, Huarong's business remained largely unaffected.
She looked around the store and looked through the account books, and was quite satisfied with the business situation. The shopkeeper was relieved to see her smile.
Xie Wanyun is not a mean boss, on the contrary she is very generous. But as long as she stands there, she is surrounded by a powerful aura, and even if she doesn't speak, she will bring a sense of oppression to people.
If there is anyone who is not afraid of her, it is probably only Xiao Jinbai.
When facing Xiao Jinbai, her eyes became soft and her heart became warm.
Xie Wanyun also knew the shopkeeper's embarrassment, so he prepared to get up and go to the next shop.
Suddenly, a young man in luxurious clothes walked in slowly, and the two men met face to face.
Xie Wanyun just felt that he seemed familiar, but couldn't remember where he was.
The man bowed with a smile and said, "Thank you, Madam, for your well-being. I am Li Sihuan and I am honored to be here."
It turned out to be him, Li Sihuan, the young heir of the Nanqing Palace. Last time in Qun Yuyuan, when she had torn Zheng Tong apart, Li Sihuan was the only one in the room who spoke up for justice. It seemed that while he might be a dandy, he wasn't some arrogant, rude, second-generation heir who would bully others.
Xie Wanyun bowed and returned the greeting, saying calmly, "Is the prince well?"
Xie Wanyun was still dressed in plain clothes. A plain light blue long gown, tied at the waist with a dark belt, and no other decorations.
Yet, she was born with such excellent bone structure that even such a simple outfit made her look a little frail. Her deep eyes tilted upwards, a hint of vagueness in them that diluted the harshness between her brows.
Her inky black hair was tied up in a simple, flowing bun, secured with a jade hairpin, with only a white plum blossom pinned to her temples. Occasionally, a few strands of hair would drift down, gently brushing against her snow-white cheeks.
It is so beautiful that it makes you dazzled, yet you dare not look directly at it.
Li Sihuan quietly concealed his astonished gaze and smiled calmly, "Thank you, Madam. Long time no see. What a coincidence."
"How come you have time to come to Huarong today, Prince? Are you here to pick out rouge and powder for your wife?" Xie Wanyun asked politely. As a guest, she should naturally treat him well.
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