Chapter 3 Qiao Yihuan is frustrated
On the day of the welcoming banquet, Zi Yuan came early in the morning holding the newly made Shu brocade dress.
The Shu brocade sent from Yongzhou was delivered the day before yesterday. Qiao Wanyan liked the color very much, so she asked the embroiderer to embroider it overnight.
Although time is tight, we don’t do it in a perfunctory manner.
Qiao Wanyan's father was the Minister of Revenue of the current dynasty. His monthly salary was not low, but with the expenses of supporting a large family, plus social engagements outside, he should not have allowed his daughter to spend money like water.
But unfortunately, the maternal family of Qiao Wanyan's mother, Jin, was the imperial merchant of the time, and the thing they had the most was money.
With ten times the price, naturally countless embroiderers would rush to do the job.
The skirt is embroidered with a vermilion-colored Shu brocade skirt with delicate patterns embroidered at the neckline. The outline of a peony is embroidered with gold thread and filled with ginger white.
In the sunlight, the peonies on the clothes seemed to come alive, dazzling and emitting a delicate luster.
Although Zi Yuan was straightforward, her makeup technique was very meticulous. She put delicate makeup on Qiao Wanyan's face, with a flower on her forehead as the finishing touch.
The corners of his lips rose slightly, Zi Yuan's throat rolled, and he began to hate himself for not being a man.
No, not an ordinary man. Only a man in a high position of power can be worthy of the lady.
Qiao Wanyan stood up from the mirror, walked to the door and stood there quietly, looking at the clear blue sky and good weather today.
The servants in Yongning Pavilion couldn't help but gasp when they saw this. Although the young lady had a bad temper, her appearance was that of a brilliant unpolished jade, and it was difficult to describe her beauty with words like natural beauty.
When leaving the house, Qiao Yihuan had already been picked up by the East Palace's luxurious carriage. Zi Yuan was so angry that she cursed, but Qiao Wanyan didn't react much.
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Qiao Yihuan was wearing a plain face and only a cloud blue dress with a white cloak on the outside.
Although she couldn't match her younger sister's appearance, she was also pretty and delicate. Especially when she was dressed so simply, it made people unconsciously feel protective of her.
He Zhiyu walked over, took the hot water bottle from Jingyuan's hand and handed it to her, "Yihuan, have you been waiting for a long time?"
Qiao Yihuan saw the shy smile on his face, "I'm waiting for Your Highness. I'm happy no matter how long I have to wait. By the way, Your Highness, you said last time that you couldn't see butterflies in winter. I found some and raised them at home. If Your Highness likes them, I'll have someone send them to you someday, okay?"
He Zhiyu nodded slightly, glanced at her clothes and the silver hairpin in her hair, and spoke tentatively.
"Yihuan, you are in your prime, why do you dress so plainly all day long? It's such a waste of your youth."
Qiao Yihuan pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm used to being frugal, and I don't care about those worldly things."
Xiaoying on the side muttered softly: "Miss, you are so kind-hearted. It is obviously the Madam who deducted your monthly allowance so that we have no money to buy clothes."
Qiao Yihuan immediately turned around and said coquettishly, "Don't talk nonsense in front of His Highness!"
After that, she explained in a gentle voice: "Your Highness, don't believe her. This is not true. I just don't like dressing up as much as my second sister, and I don't spend much on these things."
He Zhiyu looked sympathetic, "I think the clothes made of Shujin should suit you very well. I will have someone pick some suitable colors for you and give them to you later."
Qiao Yihuan opened her mouth slightly in surprise. She clearly said that she didn't like it, but she looked very moved when she heard his words, which made people feel more pity for her.
This kind of reaction made Jing Yuan behind her couldn't help but want to buy more good things for her.
The eldest daughter of the Qiao family is really not a good person. She is so pitiful.
"Your Highness, it's better not to. Shu brocade is such a fine thing. I have never seen it before, let alone wear it. How can I wear such fine material?"
The depths of He Zhiyu's eyes were as dark as the abyss. Yihuan had never seen Shu brocade before, but that day Qiao Wanyan said that Madam Qiao gave Yihuan a piece of Shu brocade, which turned out to be a lie.
A scheming woman.
"Yihuan, you deserve all the best in this world. Wait for me a little longer, and I will convince my father, the emperor, and my mother to marry you as the crown princess."
Qiao Yihuan blushed and lowered her head, "Your Highness, Yihuan believes in you. Even if I am not the Crown Princess, but just a concubine, Yihuan is willing."
"Eldest sister, you are here. It was so hard for me to find you!"
A pleasant female voice sounded, and Qiao Wanyan walked towards this side lightly.
He Zhiyu looked at her. Unlike the simple and pure girl he saw a few days ago, she was dressed like a flower today, just like before.
Xiaoying frowned and whispered, "Here we go again. Miss and His Highness are talking, and you come over to disturb them every time."
Although Qiao Yihuan was unhappy, she didn't say much. She smiled and said, "Second sister, I should have come with you, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent someone to pick me up, so I went ahead."
Qiao Wanyan's eyebrows curved, and she bowed to He Zhiyu before saying, "So that's how it is. I was wondering why I couldn't find my sister anywhere."
She raised her eyebrows after she finished speaking, "Sister, why aren't you wearing the Shu brocade that mother gave you? I chose the color of that Shu brocade specially, and I thought that sister would wear it today, and it must look very beautiful. You didn't bring the hairpin that I gave you, sister, don't you like it?"
There was disappointment in Qiao Wanyan's eyes, as if all her true feelings had been wasted.
Qiao Yihuan was a little surprised by her intimacy, but more of it was panic.
She subconsciously glanced at the prince and saw that his face was expressionless and without any emotion, but she was still feeling unsettled.
Xiaoying at the side came to the rescue, "Miss, it's my fault. Madam did send someone to deliver the Shu brocade, but I put it in the cabinet and forgot about it. The hairpin is a bit old-fashioned and not suitable for your outfit today, so I put it away."
He Zhiyu lowered his eyes and glanced at Qiao Yihuan.
The maidservants around Yihuan were indeed a bit unruly.
There is nothing wrong in always protecting your master, but if you keep telling lies you will lose credibility.
Qiao Wanyan was not afraid that the prince would become suspicious if she suddenly changed her personality, as she had never met him alone in the past few years.
Every time Qiao Yihuan was there, and when I came over, the prince would make an excuse to leave and was unwilling to stay with me, as if he was afraid that Qiao Yihuan would be unhappy.
The prince doesn't understand himself at all, and even if he knows a little, it's only from what others say.
But how can such understanding compare to seeing it with your own eyes?
He Zhiyu said, "Yihuan, I happened to be there when your sister went to Huibao Tower to buy hairpins and rings. The hairpin she chose for you is not too old-fashioned and is perfect for you."
Qiao Yihuan's body stiffened and she looked at him in surprise.
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