"Yan Suizhi, you're beating around the bush. Jin Bai is my son. As a mother, I'm worried about my son. Can't you be understanding?"
"He is also my son." Yan Suizhi said seriously.
Xie Wanyun looked at him disappointedly.
It seems that I still can't get anything out of it today.
Yan Suizhi, you always say you're doing this for my own good, but you're making me die of anger.
She stood up and walked out.
"Wait!" Yan Suizhi took a step forward and grabbed her arm.
"Mianmei, it's been five years, do you really have nothing to say to me?"
Xie Wanyun glanced at him and said calmly, "Let's talk about it when Jin Bai comes back."
Yan Suizhi frowned, "If Jin Bai doesn't come back, you'll never talk to me again, right?"
Xie Wanyun was really angry now. "How can you be a father like that? You actually said your son can't come back?"
Yan Suizhi was regretting her gaffe, but when she heard Xie Wanyun say this, her eyes lit up again. She acknowledged his identity as Jin Bai's father.
He loosened his grip, his tone sincere.
"Mianmei, you are determined not to accept me, and I can't force you. But you must remember that my heart will always be concerned about you and Jinbai."
Xie Wanyun couldn't help but be moved. However, he said nothing and strode out.
Yan Suizhi looked at her back with a focused and passionate gaze.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell her, but there were some things that really couldn't be said. She just wanted to know that her son was safe and sound.
Yuzhui was waiting outside. Seeing her come out like this, it was obvious that the two of them still had not reconciled, and he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.
Xie Wanyun suddenly asked, "Yuzhui, have you arranged everything for the batch of satin we received from Jiangnan a few days ago? How much is in stock and how much will be put on the shelves?"
Yuzhui nodded. "Don't worry, Madam. Everything has been arranged properly."
"What about the furs, medicinal herbs, and utensils from all over?" Xie Wanyun asked.
"Don't worry, ma'am, everything is fine." Yuzhui replied.
Over the years, Yuzhui had grown from a little maid to a good assistant to Xie Wanyun, managing the business, handling accounts, and arranging staff.
His temperament also changed a lot, becoming calm and introverted.
Xie Wanyun once wanted to find a good family for her to marry, but Yuzhui refused to agree and said that she would rather stay with her wife for the rest of her life.
Seeing that she was determined, Xie Wanyun did not force her.
In name they are master and servant, but in reality they are like sisters.
Xie Wanyun was grateful for Yuzhui's company. Without her, she didn't know if she could have survived so many lonely days.
"Madam, why don't we go ask Master Zhang Mingzhen? See if he has any news."
"Okay."
The two of them came to the Imperial City.
Zhang Mingzhen felt a little ashamed when he saw her. He had never been able to find out the whereabouts of the young master, and then he got false information, which almost caused his wife to go to Mobei alone.
Xie Wanyun had already told him the truth, so he naturally understood what he was thinking. He said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about it, sir. Your intelligence from that day did become a prophecy."
Zhang Mingzhen became increasingly uneasy.
After a moment's thought, Fang said, "Madam, please rest assured. I've also asked someone to inquire about the young master's, no, His Royal Highness Prince Rui's, recent situation. He's doing well. If there's any news, I'll be sure to inform you immediately."
"That's good." Seeing that he couldn't find out anything, Xie Wanyun stood up and said goodbye.
He turned around and went to the Mobei Merchants Guild Hall. He found the president and asked them indirectly if they had done business with the royal family recently.
In the past few years, she came to the guild hall whenever she had nothing to do, and always asked about the situation of Prince Rui who was held hostage. Although she didn't know what the relationship between this Madam Xie and Prince Rui was, as a businesswoman, she was naturally very smooth.
If she wanted to hear it, he would tell her. This time, without waiting for her to ask, he took the initiative to say, "Of course there is. Just last month, Prince Rui bought us some folding fan fabrics and other things produced in the Central Plains."
Xie Wanyun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help asking, "Did he buy fabric? What kind of fabric? How much? Is he tall? How much fabric does it take to make a piece of clothing?"
The president threw up his hands in embarrassment. "Your Highness has bought several pieces. I don't know how many clothes they can make."
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