After the divorce, I was adorned in a phoenix robe, while my ex-husband's entire family dug up

Wei Zhaoning was trembling slightly, her beautiful eyes glowing red.

After a long while, she forced herself to calm down.

"Continue the investigation."

After saying that, she took the Du Ruo handkerchief and went out.

She just wanted to go out for a walk by herself.

Dongxu was worried, so she followed from a distance.

Wei Zhaoning didn't know how to deal with these emotions. Clearly, these emotions had been suppressed for many years, and this news was the last straw that broke the camel's back. At this moment, even if she wanted to suppress them, she couldn't.

The cold wind entered my nostrils, and my nose stung. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and they rolled down my cheeks, landing on the back of my hand, icy cold.

She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it away, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed out. All the grievances and disappointments that had accumulated for so long poured out with her tears.

She is also her father's child.

Why does her father hate her so much? What did her mother do wrong?

Back then, my father was just an unknown nobody from a collateral branch of the Wei family, spanning several generations. Although he shared the same surname as the general's family, they weren't even close relatives.

If my mother hadn't insisted on marrying him and even had a big argument with my maternal grandfather, how could this marriage have ended up in my father's hands? Not to mention how my father later became a Duke.

Why can those who love Wei Jiaruo get it so easily?

She had never been jealous of Wei Jiaruo, but today, those things that had been buried deep in her heart for a long time suddenly surfaced.

She couldn't suppress it. Why did she have it, but she didn't?

Why does her father only recognize her as his daughter?

The sound of crying echoed in the snow, and the handkerchief that did not belong to her was clutched tighter and tighter in her hand.

She knew it wasn't given to her by her father, but she still held it tightly.

The poor, helpless child seemed to have nothing left to hold onto but this simple handkerchief.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at the entrance of the Regent's Palace.

She didn't know why she had inexplicably come here.

But there was a voice inside me, inexplicably strong, telling me to ask who made this Du Ruo handkerchief.

Her mind was a complete blank; she didn't even know how she got into the Prince's mansion. Emotions can always drive people to do some earth-shattering things.

Pei Yi was reviewing memorials in his study when he looked up and his heart skipped a beat.

A girl in white stood at the door of the study, her eyes slightly red and her rosy cheeks still stained with tears.

She wasn't dressed up and looked a little tired, but standing in the snow, she was still radiant and beautiful.

"Your Highness, may I ask who stitched this Du Ruo handkerchief?"

Wei Zhaoning was distraught, and her voice was weak and listless.

She didn't understand why she had to ask, or what the point of asking would be, since it wasn't something her father had given her, but she still stubbornly wanted to know.

Pei Yi frowned slightly, held his breath, and after a long while said, "Come in first, it's cold outside."

Wei Zhaoning asked again, "Who stabbed me?"

Pei Yi put down his wolf-hair brush, his voice trembling slightly, "It's me."

"I thought you'd like it, so..."

He knew that Wei Zhaoning wanted this before he went to war, because Wei Zhaoning liked to come and play with him back then.

One time she came running in tears, repeatedly asking why she didn't have a Du Ruo handkerchief.

He comforted her, saying, "I'll make one for you, so you can have one too. Don't cry, okay?"

It took a long time to finally calm the little girl down.

But man proposes, God disposes. The next day, an urgent report came from the border, saying that the expedition could not be delayed and that the promise to give the little girl the Du Ruo handkerchief was broken.

When she returned, she was already married.

During this time, whenever he was alone, he would think of little Wei Zhaoning crying her heart out, all for a Du Ruo handkerchief.

He wanted to make up for it, even though she couldn't remember.

Upon hearing this answer, Wei Zhaoning felt even more disappointed.

ridiculous.

She knew perfectly well that this wasn't given by her father, so why did she still come to confirm something?

Self-deception.

She lowered her eyes, about to leave, when a pair of warm, large hands took hers. Those hands were covered with calluses from years of fighting, yet they were unusually warm.

"It's so cold." Pei Yi's eyes darkened, and he led Wei Zhaoning into the house.

Perhaps because she was in such a bad mood, Wei Zhaoning didn't notice that her hand was being held by a man.

The warmth seeped into her cold body, and her frozen heart seemed to thaw a little.

For some reason, she seems to...

Does this scene seem familiar? This temperature, these hands.

It's a comforting sense of familiarity.

Once inside, Pei Yi released his hand and hurriedly said, "Excuse me."

"I'm afraid you'll get cold."

He regretted it as soon as he said it; what a stubborn man!

Wei Zhaoning didn't notice anything unusual, and she nodded.

Pei Yi felt a pang of heartache as he looked at the tear stains on her face.

She remained silent, lost in her own emotional turmoil, unable to spare any attention for observing proper etiquette.

Pei Yi sensed her vulnerability and smiled, "Miss Wei, you've come at the perfect time."

"I've been in a bad mood lately, and I can't find anyone to have a drink with. You and I are allies, so why don't you sit down and have a drink with me?"

"Should I have someone brew some warming fruit wine?"

Wei Zhaoning lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.

She really wants to drink right now. People say that getting drunk can solve all your troubles, but others say that drinking to drown your sorrows only makes them worse.

But she really had no other choice. She didn't know how to deal with these emotions, whether to relieve her sorrow or make it worse. The best thing was to make herself lose her senses.

"it is good."

The steaming hot fruit wine was served quickly. It contained orange slices, apples, and other fruits, and tasted sweet and sour, making it easy to drink.

Wei Zhaoning drank several cups in quick succession, and as if feeling it wasn't enough, he poured more.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood either," Pei Yi asked.

Wei Zhaoning paused for a moment, then said, "Never mind me, tell me about yourself. Why is His Highness in a bad mood?"

She didn't want to talk about her troubles in front of others, nor did she want to cause trouble for them.

Pei Yi noticed her concerns and smiled, "How about we play a game? Whoever loses goes first."

After saying that, he found a few ropes, wrapped them around his hands, and started playing with untying them.

Wei Zhaoning glanced at her in confusion; she didn't know how.

But she was too proud to admit it, so she decided to give it a try.

But for some reason, as soon as she put her hand on it, she seemed to know how to play with it subconsciously, and she untied it in no time.

"You played well."

Wei Zhaoning was stunned. She didn't remember playing such a game, nor did she know why she would play it.

"Perhaps he saw the servants playing there before when he was at the manor."

Pei Yi's eyes were deep and he was lost in thought for a moment.

"I lost."

"I'll go first."

"I like someone, but she doesn't seem to realize that I like her, and she doesn't seem to like me either. It's really bothering me."

After speaking, Pei Yi carefully observed Wei Zhaoning's expression.

Wei Zhaoning snapped back to reality.

The wine was easy to drink, but it was also very intoxicating; strong liquor gives you courage.