"Yes, yes, yes, I'll listen to you."
He Jiuniang gave a perfunctory reply, then picked up a book and started reading.
Lu Baichuan knew that she still thought that Prince Chen and his wife were not getting along, but she couldn't figure out why. She didn't say anything for a while and carefully recalled the whole thing several times.
Then, the reason was finally found!
"young married woman……"
He tried to speak, but He Jiuniang seemed unwilling to pay attention to him, only giving a faint "hmm".
"The reason why the princess likes you so much is probably because she admires your talent."
He Jiu Niang frowned upon hearing this. Hadn't they already finished talking? Why were they starting again?
"What? Can't it be because I'm good-looking that people like me? It can only be because of my talent. Am I really that unattractive?"
He Jiuniang snorted unhappily, threw the book in her hand on the table, and glared at him with her legs crossed.
She placed one hand on her shoe, as if she would take it off and slap Lu Baichuan across the face if he dared to utter another word she disliked.
Lu Baichuan inexplicably understood her thoughts, swallowed hard, and forced a smile, saying, "Of course not, my wife's beauty is naturally unmatched! The reason I want to analyze with you why the princess likes you is to tell you that you are not only good-looking, but your talents in various aspects are also attractive highlights!"
This was clearly flattering He Jiuniang, telling her that she was not just a pretty face, but a pretty face with great substance.
It has to be admitted that He Jiuniang was very pleased with herself being photographed; if she had a tail, it would probably be wagging its tail in the air by now.
"Then tell me, what talent of mine makes the princess like me so much?"
She gave a smug smile, and was much more patient now.
Lu Baichuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was so nervous just now, afraid that after this incident, the plan to move into the master bedroom would fall through.
"It's because she loved all the gifts you brought her and wanted to meet you in person and have a few outfits made from you. If I hadn't been injured and it wasn't the right time, she definitely would have had a good chat with you."
Although Lu Baichuan never interfered in the affairs of the women, during this period, whenever he met with Prince Chen, he would hear Prince Chen say that the Princess Consort greatly admired his wife and wanted to meet her if he had the chance. Or, when he went to see Prince Chen and the Princess Consort was also there, she would personally tell Lu Baichuan the same thing.
To put it bluntly, he was already tired of hearing it, but he couldn't say it directly because of the other person's status.
"Oh, I see. That makes sense then."
He Jiuniang nodded, quite confident in her products; otherwise, her shop in Jingzhou wouldn't be doing so well.
Since she started getting busy with the club's affairs, He Jiuniang has stopped managing the clothing design at Jiayuan Pavilion. She has hired several promising embroiderers as designers. Although they are not as good as her, they can still design very novel clothes, which He Jiuniang is very satisfied with.
However, He Jiuniang didn't really stop designing clothes for Jiayuan Pavilion. It's just that she would only design custom-made clothes from now on, which would be expensive and generally only serve the wealthy. Moreover, she would only design one set per month.
Unsurprisingly, they were snapped up like crazy.
For He Jiuniang, completing one set a month is no big deal; she can finish it in no time, so she's much more relaxed now.
"Since she likes it so much, I'll draw two sets for her right now and let her find someone to make them herself. Also, I can give her something else that will make her scream and cry."
He Jiuniang smiled mysteriously, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.
Lu Baichuan was at a loss for words. He knew his wife had a lot of ideas, but he didn't expect her to start drawing right now.
Shouldn't we be spending this time with him?
"Well... since you'll be here for quite a few more days anyway, there's no rush."
"It's alright, I'll feel at ease once it's all settled. By the way, your son was very worried about you when I came. If you're free, why don't you write him a letter?"
Lu Baichuan, whose hand was also injured, though not seriously, was now bandaged tightly: ...
He's alright, but he probably can't write for the time being, right?
But since my wife said I could write it, then I'll write it. Anyway, the miracle doctor is testing it, and I can just have it bandaged again if necessary.
He was unable to get up for the time being, so He Jiuniang thoughtfully prepared paper and pen for him, placing a book on top of the quilt for easy use.
Lu Baichuan tried it and was immediately speechless. He really didn't want his son to see his handwriting, which looked like chicken scratches, as it would be beneath his dignity as a father.
"Wife, you write it for me, I really can't write it well."
He looked pitifully toward He Jiuniang, only to find that she was engrossed in drawing her design and had no time to pay him any attention.
Lu Baichuan suddenly felt neglected and regretted insisting on explaining the princess's affairs to her. This was clearly shooting himself in the foot.
He Jiuniang refused without even thinking: "That won't do. Gou'er recognizes my handwriting. Such a smart child might overthink it and think I'm lying to him."
She wasn't saying this because she was lazy. First, the problem she mentioned did exist; after all, the dog was really too smart to be easily fooled. Second, Lu Baichuan's hand injury wasn't serious, and moving it around a bit would actually be beneficial.
Lu Baichuan was unaware of He Jiuniang's good intentions. He only felt that he shouldn't have mentioned the princess's affairs, otherwise he wouldn't have been neglected.
Even so, he still managed to write a letter that didn't look too bad.
Because his son was clever, he didn't try to fool the dog like an ordinary child. Instead, he carefully explained his situation, saying that he had been injured and was writing the letter in his hospital bed, so his handwriting was a bit messy. But he assured the dog's mother was there and he would be fine. He said that once he had settled things here, he would go back and take the dog for a horseback ride.
After she finished writing, He Jiuniang took a look and clicked her tongue repeatedly: "Look at the pie you've drawn! It's the same pie over and over again. You've done it so many times, and it's still the same pie! It's lucky that Gou'er is your own son, so he can pretend to be perfunctory with you. If it were anyone else, do you think they would pay any attention to you?"
As He Jiuniang spoke, she rolled her eyes. It wasn't that she was trying to be hurtful, but Lu Baichuan really said the same thing every time, and over time the children would become distant from him.
Most importantly, every time he said he would take the children out for a horseback ride, he would be delayed by various things and never actually do it. The children experienced repeated expectations and disappointments, and gradually lost hope.
This is especially undesirable for fathers like Lu Baichuan who lacked a child's childhood.
Lu Baichuan found it very enlightening and asked, "Then how should I say it?"
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