So that's what they were waiting for her to do.
"Xiao Yanchu, even if you get married, there are still plenty of women who want to marry you. You can always take a concubine or a secondary wife, or at the very least, a maidservant," Su Ruojin teased.
"Oh, Ah Jin, you've wronged me. I promised to marry only you."
Xiao Yanchu looked down at her, a slight smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
This momentarily stunned Su Ruojin, who stared at him blankly.
Xiao Yanchu narrowed his eyes, slowly lowered his head, and gently brushed his lips across Su Ruojin's cheek.
So light, so gentle, as if afraid of damaging a beloved object.
The tingling sensation on her face made Su Ruojin's breath catch for a moment, and her expression went blank.
Looking at Su Ruojin like this, Xiao Yanchu's smile deepened. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently rubbing his chin against the top of her head, murmuring, "I really want to marry you tomorrow."
Su Ruojin regained consciousness and said, "Xiao Yanchu, you..."
"Ah Jin, I've been calling you Ah Jin, can you please use a different name?" Xiao Yanchu's voice was deep, tinged with the effects of alcohol, and even seemed to carry a seductive quality.
Su Ruojin swallowed hard, and asked uncertainly, "Yan Chu?"
"Mmm." Xiao Yanchu responded, quietly holding Su Ruojin: "Ajin, please don't leave me, okay?"
"Mmm," Su Ruojin replied softly.
"Then embroider a sachet for me, so I can carry it with me every day and let others know that I'm taken."
This was the fourth time Su Ruojin had been speechless tonight.
It wasn't that she was unwilling to embroider a sachet for Xiao Yanchu, but rather that she didn't know how.
The third master once tried to teach her embroidery, but after seeing her hands covered in needle holes, the embroidery thread knotted in various ways on the fabric, and the finished product unrecognizable from the original design, he gave up completely.
Su Ruojin spoke in a low voice, lacking confidence for the first time: "Um, I can't embroider, and the things I embroider are ugly."
"No matter how beautiful A Jinxiu looks, I will wear it. Besides, you promised to make me a sachet in Shenyu Mountain."
Su Ruojin remembered that there seemed to be such a thing, and she had just answered casually at the time.
She sighed, "Okay, I'll give it a try."
"My Ah Jin will definitely succeed."
After Xiao Yanchu left, Su Ruojin returned to her room and sat there in a daze.
Yanluo called out softly, "Miss, Miss, what's wrong?"
Since the prince left, the young lady has been in this state, and Yanluo has no idea what happened.
Su Ruojin came to her senses and smiled, "It's nothing. Go find me a sachet embroidery pattern, the simplest one. I'll embroider a sachet for the Prince."
Su Ruojin knew why Xiao Yanchu was acting this way tonight.
He was afraid.
Having endured the poison for twenty-one years, the day is now to be cured. No one knows what will happen after the detoxification, or whether the poison can truly be cured.
After all, no one had ever truly cured the Soul-Devouring Shadow Poison before him.
Su Ruojin knew that Xiao Yanchu wasn't afraid of death; he had been waiting for this day to come after learning that he had been poisoned by the Soul-Devouring Shadow.
What he feared was that if he died, he would never see her again.
That's why he came to Yunwu Courtyard and dared to come directly to her.
She must finish embroidering the sachet tonight to give him some confidence.
Yanluo had never seen her young mistress embroider a sachet before, but with her young mistress's intelligence, she could do anything without any problem.
After seeing the sachet that Su Ruojin had worked through the night to embroider, Yanluo finally understood what it meant to say that no one is perfect.
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