Even from a great distance, Su Wanwan recognized him at a glance.
It is Lu Xingjian.
She quickly hid behind the mast, her heart pounding like thunder.
Was he passing through on business?
It was truly a case of meeting on a narrow path.
I hope he doesn't know I'm here.
...
Lu Xingjian narrowed his cold, long eyes as he watched the slender figure on the opposite ship hide behind the mast.
Steward Li quickly stepped forward: "Miss Su is on the boat across the way. Shall I send someone to invite her over?"
Lu Xingjian's face remained expressionless; he simply nodded.
Lu Xingjian
Manager Li quickly went to make the arrangements.
He actually found it a little hard to understand his master's feelings for Miss Su.
He claimed to have no feelings for her, yet he kept her hanging on for two years with a lukewarm attitude.
I heard she got married, and she still came here to block her way.
They claim to have feelings, yet they are incredibly cold-hearted.
He would only occasionally arrange to meet her in secret, and after the meeting, there would be no further contact, which made even this eunuch feel disheartened.
He had followed Lu Xingjian for many years and understood his cold and ruthless nature.
Lu Xingjian is the perfect crown prince and heir to the throne.
He only values his ever-expanding power and influence, and is indifferent to most of the people around him.
Miss Su is beautiful and has a superior temperament. She knows Lu Xingjian well and they grew up together.
Moreover, she was very well-behaved and sensible, never causing Lu Xingjian any trouble, making her the perfect bed partner.
but.
If such a perfect bed partner suddenly gets married without any warning, even the most indifferent person would want to confront her and demand an explanation.
Su Wanwan returned to her room.
A maidservant approached with a sachet, looking nervous: "Miss, the Crown Prince wants to see you. He says this is a token."
When Su Wanwan saw the sachet, her heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle, and her eyes were filled with pain.
Su Wanwan
That was a sachet she had secretly embroidered over several sleepless nights, her fingers pricked countless times in the process.
Yet she did it willingly, putting her heart and soul into every stitch, filled with deep affection she dared not express.
When she shyly presented him with the sachet, he didn't even look at it and just tossed it aside.
"Why bother with all that effort? The Needlework Bureau has plenty of needlework needles."
He doesn't care.
not at all.
Perhaps they even thought her embroidery skills were inferior and not presentable, not as exquisite as the embroiderers of the needlework bureau.
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