He didn't know that He Youyou would wash up in the space every day before coming out, and when she did come out, she would just comb her hair here. The little maid used the comb that He Youyou carried with her when she combed her hair.
As for hairpins and jewelry, not only is it forbidden to dress up during the mourning period, but even He Youyou herself wouldn't think of doing such things.
Efficiency is her top priority in life.
Anything that cannot bring benefits is useless.
Zhao Changqing stopped by the bed, turned slightly, and sat down.
Butler Qian bowed respectfully: "Master."
The lamplight beside the bed flickered, casting shifting light on Zhao Changqing's face.
Who is this woman?
"Reporting to you, sir, we do not know anything about this woman's background, and she has no household registration. She must be a wanderer from another place who has come here. Judging from her speech, she does not seem like a crude village woman, but rather a woman from a wealthy family who has suffered misfortune," Steward Qian said respectfully.
"Why don't you find someone you know well? A woman from out of town, whose background and history you don't even know, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
"My lord, we've searched all around, but no one is willing to marry their daughter off to us and make her a widow. Those who are willing are either physically ill or mentally unstable. We finally found one, but he ran away in the middle of the night. We had no other choice but to marry him."
Zhao Changqing pondered: "According to the information you provided, this woman's behavior is quite eccentric."
"There were indeed actions that defied common sense, and the words and deeds were unruly and improper."
"If she goes too far, just fabricate a charge and kick her out," Zhao Changqing said calmly, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
"By the way, you said she bought a male prostitute from a brothel?"
Steward Qian nodded: "That's right. He's a servant from Cuihua Tower, and he's quite talented. The mistress is willing to take him in as her godson, and he's been renamed Han Wenzheng. He's already been registered in the ancestral temple."
"Nonsense!"
Zhao Changqing slammed his hand heavily on the edge of the bed, making a dull thud.
A spark suddenly danced within the lamplight, scattering in all directions.
Butler Qian lowered his head, not daring to speak.
"I'll see him tomorrow. If he's not a decent man, I'll find an excuse to kick him out."
"Yes," Butler Qian replied. "Sir, if there are no other instructions, you may rest now. I will take my leave."
"Go ahead."
The housekeeper withdrew, closed the cotton curtain, and shut the door.
Zhao Changqing took off his boots, lay down on the bed fully clothed, and pulled the blanket over himself.
My mind, however, was far from calm.
The scene from just now kept flashing back to me.
The woman in the brightly lit room, with her hair down and no makeup, stared straight at him without flinching.
It's unacceptable for someone to go out and meet strangers without even tying their hair up!
The more I thought about it, the less I could fall asleep.
Unable to resist, he got up, put on his fur coat, and went into the courtyard, only to find that the lights in the side room had already been turned off.
It was the dead of winter, and the plants in the backyard were barren and desolate. The dry branches had lost their color, and it was unclear when they would turn green again.
Zhao Changqing stood there in the cold wind for a long time, then went back to his room to continue sleeping.
He Youyou was naturally unaware of these things.
While Zhao Changqing was outside in the cold wind, she was in her villa listening to music and drinking red wine.
A constant temperature and humidity of 26 degrees Celsius ensures physical and mental comfort.
The chill of Jizhou at night? Not a drop can get in.
An overly comfortable environment can easily weaken a person's willpower.
The next day, she even stayed in bed a little longer before getting up.
After combing my hair, I went to the main hall for breakfast as usual.
As soon as I reached the door, I was met with Zhao Changqing's dark face.
"Good morning, Young Master Zhao."
She was magnanimous and didn't take this person's dislike to heart.
This sweet smile momentarily stunned Zhao Changqing.
Han Wenzheng came out of the hall to greet her: "Mother."
He Youyou then realized that the two of them were waiting for her together.
She introduced him to Han Wenzheng with a smile: "My son, this is your father's good friend, Young Master Zhao Changqing."
Han Wenzheng bowed respectfully and said, "Uncle Zhao."
Zhao Changqing's eyes swept over him, and he made a sound from his nostrils: "Hmm."
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please sit down and eat."
He Youyou invited everyone to sit down around the dining table.
Zhao Changqing's expression remained unpleasant, whether from grief over the loss of his old friend or something else, it was unclear.
He Youyou then ignored him.
He only turned his head to talk to Han Wenzheng.
"You went to exercise again this morning?"
"Yes, Mother. After practicing for a few days, I've gotten used to it. If I don't practice for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over," Han Wenzheng said with a smile.
"Practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, but in cold weather, you should also pay attention to keeping warm and avoid sweating profusely and then catching a cold."
As He Youyou spoke, her gaze lingered on his face.
Han Wenzheng's face is really handsome.
However, perhaps due to the cold wind blowing too much, his cheeks were red and a little chapped.
"Don't move."
He Youyou reached out and held his face, looking at him carefully.
Yes, it is indeed chapped.
She reached into her sleeve and took out a bottle of face cream.
I unscrewed the bottle cap, took some with my ring finger, and applied it to his face.
I applied a dot to each of my cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin.
"Use your fingers to gently spread it."
Han Wenzheng did as instructed and spread the face cream evenly on his face.
He Youyou isn't exactly a woman who cares a lot about her appearance, but because of her position, cosmetics companies regularly send various new products to her office.
She hopes that one of the designs will catch her eye and make her willing to invest tens of millions in the brand.
He Youyou has always lived in the south, where the climate is hot, so she can only use light lotions and can't usually use this kind of thick cream.
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