Chapter 20 She and Xie Guanlan are the same type of people
Although Xie Shi'an is a son of a royal family, he lost his mother at a young age and has no sisters. Therefore, this is the first time in his life that he has received shoes made by his sister.
He tried it on immediately and asked happily, "Does Second Brother have it?"
"Yes." Wen Xingluo nodded. "I've sent someone to the charity cemetery. As for my third brother, I heard he's still doing business in the Western Regions, and his return date is uncertain. The embroiderer at the mansion didn't know his size, so she didn't make any for him."
"Don't worry about him. Needlework hurts your eyes, so don't tire yourself out!" Xie Shian jumped up from his armchair and proudly walked around a few times in his new boots. "Not bad, not bad! The size is perfect, and they're very comfortable to wear! I'm going out to show them off!"
Wen Xingluo watched him rush out and couldn't help but smile.
When she was at the Wen family, she often made shoes for her brothers and sisters.
But every time they received it, they didn't react at all, just telling her to put it there as if she were sending a maid.
Now that she saw that Xie Shian liked it, she couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart.
After having lunch at Wansongyuan, Xie Shian was busy going out of the house to find his friends to drink and have fun, and to show off the new shoes made by his sister to them, while Xie Guanlan went to the government office.
Wen Xingluo accompanied the old concubine to watch several plays, and it was almost dusk when they returned to their own courtyard.
She was tidying up her desk when Xie Guanlan's trusted follower, Fushan, came over and said, "Miss Wen, our master wants you to go to Canglang Pavilion to speak."
Canglang Pavilion is Xie Guanlan's residence in the palace.
Wen Xingluo was puzzled: "Invite me?"
In the past few months, she and Xie Guanlan have had little contact.
Why invite her over for no reason?
She came to Canglang Pavilion with trepidation.
The pavilions have been lit, with bright red palace lanterns with gold foil hanging from the eaves. In the dusk, the red doors and jade windows, with their carved eaves, embroidered railings, and glazed green pines, appear to tower towards the sky.
She was led into Xie Guanlan's study.
Xie Guanlan sat upright in an armchair, looking through documents.
A pair of boots were casually thrown on the carpet in front of him.
It was the pair that Wen Xingluo had given him that morning, except that the soles of both shoes had fallen off at the same time, making them look like low-quality goods sold cheaply at a street stall.
Wen Xingluo: “…”
Xie Guanlan really wore the shoes she gave him.
And the soles of the shoes were worn off.
Xie Guanlan's voice was indifferent: "Miss Wen is surprised?"
Wen Xingluo lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Xie Guanlan flipped through a page of paperwork. "I went to the government office this afternoon, and just before leaving, I happened to change into the shoes Miss Wen gave me. Unfortunately, the soles of my shoes fell off right after I arrived at the office."
Wen Xingluo imagined the scene at that time.
Kind of funny.
But she doesn't dare to laugh now.
"The boots Miss Wen gave me and my fourth brother seem different." Xie Guanlan closed the document and raised his eyelids with a half-smile. "How could Miss Wen afford such shoddy boots? Or, in Miss Wen's heart, someone is not worthy of wearing such shoes?"
Wen Xingluo: “…”
He treated her so harshly and always wanted to drive her out of the house.
Doesn’t he have any idea whether he deserves it or not?
However, facing the young man's dignified gaze, she could only bite the bullet and explain, "Perhaps I was in a hurry and didn't fix the stitching on the sole properly. At worst...at worst, I can just sew the soles for the prince again."
She thought Xie Guanlan would scold her and send her away.
After all, he is the prince of a royal palace, how could he be short of a pair of shoes?
But the other party said: "Okay."
After saying this, he signaled the servant to bring the sewing box.
Wen Xingluo: “…”
She had no choice but to rework the boots at the servant's request.
It was getting dark outside the window.
The luxurious white tile windows reflected the warm yellow glow of the candles. Wen Xingluo's shadow appeared on countless thin shells. The girl's head was vaguely visible, and the layers of her draped orange-green brocade skirt looked like a bird's beautiful folded tail feathers.
Xie Guanlan stood not far behind her, looking at her coldly.
The girl has two buns on her head, and the goose yellow silk ribbons tied on the buns are particularly beautiful.
But such bright and vivid colors should not appear in his study.
Wen Xingluo clearly felt the cold gaze coming from behind him.
It was like a ghost's noose, pressing down on her shoulders as if it were real.
She pursed her lips, and her stomach made an inopportune rumbling sound.
She hasn't had dinner tonight.
Xie Guanlan said slowly, "Miss Wen, are you hungry?"
His voice was smiling, and he seemed to have good intentions, but it also concealed a great deal of evil.
Wen Xingluo lowered his head: "No..."
After a pause, her eyes fell on the floor tiles that were as smooth as jade.
Xie Guanlan's shadow was reflected there, tall and slender, with the demeanor of a phoenix or a crane.
He regarded her and her mother as foreign invaders, always excluded them, and always wanted to drive them out of the palace.
Xie Guanlan...
In his heart, he actually attaches great importance to the Zhenbei Palace and his closest relatives, right?
He wanted to protect his home.
A few ripples appeared in Wen Xingluo's dark and sparkling almond eyes.
As she sewed the soles of shoes, she casually mentioned, "I've been learning to make shoes and clothes since I was eight years old. I made many of my brothers and sisters' boots and embroidered shoes myself. With all the chores at home, I often had to work until midnight before I could even eat. Now I'm just a little hungry, it's nothing."
Xie Guanlan attaches great importance to family ties.
She was willing to show him a side that also valued family affection.
She wanted to tell him that in some ways they were the same kind of people.
Since they are the same kind of people, shouldn't they sympathize with each other?
It’s a pity that she couldn’t see Xie Guanlan’s expression at the moment, so she had no way of judging what he was thinking.
Xie Guanlan stood with his arms folded, leaning against the desk.
His gaze moved from the goose yellow silk ribbon to her back.
The fourteen-year-old girl has a round and bulgy head. Because she lowers her head, half of her snow-white and delicate neck is exposed. Further down, her tender figure is outlined by the lights, like a graceful and slender green lotus that has not yet bloomed.
He couldn't see her sewing the soles of her shoes.
But from the range of her body movements, one could tell she was quite familiar with this kind of thing.
Xie Guanlan had seen how the Wen brothers and sisters treated her.
Hearing the falling stars...
She was excluded by the Wen family.
He said gently, "Hearing Miss Wen's description, your situation in the Wen family is truly pitiful. However, Miss Wen, have you ever heard of a common saying? As the saying goes, there must be something hateful about pitiful people. If one person doesn't like you, it's not your fault. But if everyone dislikes you, it must be your own problem."
Wen Xingluo stopped sewing the soles of her shoes, turned around on the embroidery cushion, and faced Xie Guanlan.
She said sternly, "Your Highness is wrong. It's not my fault that they don't like me. It's because they are simply a bunch of bad guys. Besides, I don't need them to like me."
"Why?"
"Because trash likes have no value."
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