Wang Xipei had just returned to the courtyard that Jiang Tao had prepared for her. After washing up and changing into a comfortable pajamas, she picked up the purse for Jiang Tao again. She hadn't finished embroidering it yet. She looked at it again and again, compared the colors of the silk threads, and began to embroider stitch by stitch.
Xuanyuan Huaiyu walked in and glanced around the room. He didn't see any men's stuff, which made him feel a little satisfied. But when he saw Wang Xipei sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, embroidering a purse stitch by stitch, he couldn't tell what he felt at that moment, so he stopped and looked at her.
She had been his wife for five years. It was rare to see her so relaxed and focused.
Most of the time, she couldn't feel at ease in his presence.
When he first married her, it was indeed to vent his anger on Ren Jiayu. It was hot, and Sister Ren had a poor appetite and wanted to drink hot and sour fish soup. He went back and asked Wang Xipei to make it.
Hot and sour fish soup is the best made by the chef of Rongguo Mansion. Wang Xipei, a little girl, goes to Rongguo Mansion every day to accompany the old lady, listen to music and watch operas, and eats there shamelessly, clamoring for hot and sour fish soup. She has been there for a month, and she always wants to drink hot and sour fish soup when she goes back. The chef has told her the recipe, but she always has problems when she makes it at home. The next day, she goes there to drink and compare with others, wondering why they can't make it, so she asks for advice again.
In fact, she eventually became very good at it. The fish fillets were smooth and tender, the soup was clear, and the sour and spicy flavors complemented the freshness. But she was still afraid that she would not do it well.
When Wang Xipei brought the fish soup, she looked at him with shining eyes. He filled a small bowl, drank the soup and tasted the fish slices. It was okay, so he asked someone to immediately put the soup in a heat-insulating basket and send it to the Third Emperor's wife.
The expression on Wang Xipei's face at that moment was exactly what he wanted to see. Nothing could possibly displease Sister Ren.
Later, he casually asked Ren Jiayu, "How was the hot and sour fish soup?" Ren Jiayu said that she found it quite good, but her son also clamored for it, so she served him a bowl. It turned out to be sour and spicy, and his little face turned red. He drank so much that his mouth swelled up.
He felt extremely distressed after hearing this, and called Wang Xipei over to stand in the sun in the yard outside as punishment.
He and Ren Jiayu were drinking watermelon juice and chatting and laughing in a room filled with ice.
Later, the old lady of Rongguo Mansion told Concubine Chen about learning how to make hot and sour fish soup, and praised her for marrying a good daughter-in-law.
His mother then relayed this to him, asking him to cherish it. He only found it amusing at the time. Cherish? Her?
Now he recalled these things, remembering that Wang Xipei would vomit whenever she drank fish soup. This was the first time at the palace banquet, and he initially thought she was faking it.
He used to be a worthless person, but he won’t be like that anymore. He will cherish it.
Time flies when one is immersed in something they are focused on. Wang Xipei looked up and met Xuanyuan Huaiyu's eyes.
Wang Xipei quickly scanned the room and didn't see the four girls. Had they been caught?
Xuanyuan Huaiyu had already strode to the bedside. Looking at the unfinished purse in her hand, his expression turned ugly.
A purse made for another man?
The word "Tao" is so eye-catching.
Without thinking, he reached out and cut it into four pieces of cloth in two strokes.
Wang Xipei, seemingly acting subconsciously, raised her hand and slapped Xuanyuan Huaiyu. Their eyes met once again.
Okay, very good, slap yourself in the face for a wallet, for another man.
Xuanyuan Huaiyu closed his eyes. She hit him, so forget it, just bear with it. He was a worthless person before, and he felt sorry for her, even if it meant he owed her.
"Change your clothes, I'll take you home."
"Get out, Your Highness, you are trespassing."
"So what if you broke in? His Majesty has granted you the title of Consort Chen."
"shameless!"
"I don't plan to have it."
Xuanyuan Huaiyu approached her and looked at her. She seemed to be doing well away from him. She looked better than when she was in the palace and had gained some weight.
"Concubine Chen, do you plan to leave on your own, or do you want me to carry you?"
Wang Xipei's eyes swept over the scissors, and the next moment, the scissors were thrown far away by Xuanyuan Huaiyu.
She remembered what he had said, "What if I must demote my wife to a concubine and marry Ren Jiayu, leaving you to serve my husband and mistress day and night?"
This person really intends to force himself to death.
Is it okay to bite your tongue to commit suicide? The next moment, her jaw was pulled by him, and he raised his hand to press her acupuncture points.
"If you dare to commit suicide, I will send your four girls down to accompany you."
"How shameless!"
"You should be polite and courteous when speaking to your husband. I didn't press your mute point because he was reluctant."
"I don't have a husband. Not you!"
"I'm not? What the hell is that?"
Wang Xipei looked at the purse she had worked so hard to make, and when it was almost finished, it was cut into pieces by him. She was filled with anger and hatred, and her eyes were filled with tears.
He turned her face and saw her like this, remembering how he used to scold her, and she had to grit her teeth to hold back her tears.
He sighed, raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and hugged the motionless Wang Xipei. It felt so good to finally hold her in his arms.
"I was sorry for you before, but I won't do that again in the future."
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