Cheng Rujin was stunned by his question. She knew that Shen Zhao still had Su Qingyu in his heart. She had seen the portrait he had drawn of her in Shen Zhao's study a few days ago.
As for whether Su Qingyu still had him in her heart, Cheng Ruijin couldn't help but find it funny.
She married the Third Master, but still thought about Chen Zhao. How blind must she be?
But what Su Qingyu thinks is not important, what is important is what Shen Zhao wants to hear.
"Brother Shen Zhao, have you ever heard a saying? Love breeds hate."
"If my cousin didn't have you in her heart, why would she be so harsh to you?"
"If she didn't have you in her heart, she would never have treated you so harshly. Even if feelings suddenly developed between you and me, according to my status, I would at most be promoted to a concubine. But look at my cousin's reaction. It's clear that she can't accept that you have someone else by your side."
"If this happened in a family like ours, people might say it's jealousy. But I don't think so. Only when you have that person in your heart will you be jealous, right?"
The more Cheng Rujin talked, the more he felt that was the case. Otherwise, how could one explain Su Qingyu's hatred for Chen Zhao? It didn't make sense.
“Brother Shen Zhao, you said she reacted so strongly today, is it because she saw your wedding room?”
Shen Zhao's eyes moved slightly. Is that so?
The pain in his arm prevented him from concentrating on thinking. Sometimes he thought of the voice he heard in the west courtyard yesterday, and sometimes he thought of Su Qingyu's determination today.
He didn't believe what Cheng Ruijin said.
"Rujin, if Third Uncle saw with his own eyes that she still had feelings for me, would he still dote on her like this?"
Given Third Uncle's temper, Su Qingyu would probably be unable to live or die.
When he thought of Su Qingyu being beaten, scolded, despised, and even insulted by Shen Zhixiu, a dark light unconsciously flashed in Shen Zhao's deep eyes.
Cheng Ruijin was stunned again by his question.
"If the Third Master knew, would he divorce his wife? Even if he didn't, she certainly wouldn't be as prosperous as she is today."
As the carriage passed by the entrance of Guangfu Tower, Shen Zhao suddenly said in a low voice, "The day after tomorrow, the Minister of War, Yang Wenshi, will be hosting a banquet here for Third Uncle."
Cheng Ruijin didn't know how he knew Shen Zhixiu's whereabouts, but she was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.
Instead, he followed Shen Zhao's meaning and said, "My cousin probably won't come out."
At least she couldn't call out Su Qingyu, because Su Qingyu was now very wary of her.
Chen Zhao put his uninjured arm around Cheng Rujin's shoulders and said, "Everything depends on human effort. Rujin, don't worry. I won't even look at anyone that Third Uncle doesn't want."
"I just can't accept it. Why does she and my uncle and his wife get along so well and ruin our reputation?"
"From now on, we two will depend on each other. My relationship with Li Chaoyun is just to satisfy my family. We two are the ones who really want to stay together."
Cheng Rujin put her face on Shen Zhao's chest, "Don't worry, I will help you. Let's watch her fall into the dust together."
Chen Zhao hugged Cheng Rujin, his eyes dark and sinister under his brows furrowed in pain.
Su Qingyu didn't know yet that these two people were "keeping an eye on" her.
After leaving Hanshui Courtyard, she went straight to the sewing room. It was obvious that what happened today was done intentionally by Shen Zhao.
Before, Mrs. Qian, the needlework lady, was Yang's confidant. After she was punished by the old lady last time, Yang promoted another person.
Her husband's surname is Ma, and everyone in the mansion calls her Mrs. Ma.
Ma Lao Da was in the outer courtyard, in charge of the two dowry farms of the old lady. So the Ma Lao Da family was also backed by Qingyuan Residence.
Yang promoted her to be in charge of the lucrative needlework because she was afraid that the old lady would find fault with her again.
But Yang was a little careless. Although the Ma family was backed by Qingyuanju, he had never been promoted to the chief manager because he was a little confused about everything.
So Yang put her in this position to satisfy the old lady, but it also hurt her.
Su Qingyu entered the sewing room and sat down at the head of the hall. The head of the Ma family heard the news and trotted in.
"Why did the Third Madam come here in person? If you have any instructions, please send someone to tell me and I will go to you personally."
A simple and honest face was filled with a flattering smile.
Su Qingyu was holding a white porcelain teacup in her hand. When she saw Mr. Ma come in, she slammed the teacup down on the table. The teacup and the lid made a crisp collision sound, which scared Mr. Ma subconsciously.
"How could you embroider the wrong pattern on the bed curtains for the eldest young master's wedding room? How do you do this?"
Su Qingyu looked at Mrs. Ma coldly. Seeing that she looked flustered and conflicted, she guessed a lot of what was going on.
"To answer Third Madam, that was a mistake made when Mrs. Qian was here. I have already instructed my servants to re-embroider it."
Su Qingyu turned around and told Zhenzhu, "Go call all the embroiderers here, I want to question them."
Mrs. Ma was startled. "Third Madam, if you have anything to say, just ask me."
Su Qingyu didn't say anything, so Feicui started to scold her, "Don't take advantage of your age, you old hag. If the Third Madam wants to ask a question, she has her own reasons, and you have no right to interrupt."
"I am an old servant who talks too much. Madam Third, please calm down." The old lady Ma stood aside, her body shaking unconsciously twice.
Soon, more than ten embroiderers from the needlework room came in one after another.
Su Qingyu stared at them, "I'm just asking once, is it true that the bed curtains in the eldest young master's bridal chamber are embroidered in the wrong pattern?"
"The first one to tell the truth will be the manager of this sewing room from now on."
As soon as Su Qingyu finished speaking, a woman in her thirties standing beside her stepped forward.
"To reply to Third Madam, the previous appearance was correct. It was hidden by our steward."
Su Qingyu nodded with satisfaction. "What's your name? Where is the embroidered bed curtain?"
"My servant Chunniang, the embroidered bed curtains are in the material warehouse."
Su Qingyu ordered Zhenzhu, "Go and get someone to find it."
He added, "From now on, Chunniang will be in charge of the sewing room."
The others looked at each other, regretting that they had not spoken earlier and let Chunniang take the lead.
Ma Lao Da slammed down on the ground and said, "Third Madam, please don't listen to this little bitch's nonsense. Perhaps I remembered it wrongly."
"I have just taken over this sewing room, so it is possible that I have been negligent."
Su Qingyu looked at her coldly without saying a word. It was not until Zhenzhu brought the red bed curtain embroidered with hundreds of children and grandchildren that Su Qingyu started to ask.
"Aren't you going to tell the truth? What's going on?"
"If I hear one more lie, I'll beat you to death right away."
"Ever since I married into the housekeeping department, I have never been soft-hearted. If you don't believe me, just try it."
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