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

"Your Highness, is it Xiao Hengyao?"

Being drunk makes people unclear-headed, and many things that require careful consideration when sober are said without thinking.

She recalled that in her previous life, the regent seemed to spend all his time with a man named Xiao Heng. Coupled with the rumors that the regent was a womanizer, it was hard not to associate the two of them.

The Regent's expression changed slightly, and his deep eyes widened in confusion.

Pei Yi: "????"

Wei Zhaoning advised, "Your Highness, there's really no need to be embarrassed. Homosexuality is just a personal choice, and it's not a big deal."

Don't listen to what outsiders are saying. I'm different from them. I don't see anything wrong with it. When you open your eyes, the world is presented before you; when you close them, the world disappears. In the end, you're the only person in the world. Why care about what others think?

"I consider you a good friend, so naturally I won't laugh at you. I'll only sincerely wish you well, so you have nothing to hide. We're so close, what's this little thing?"

Wei Zhaoning's thoughts were very divergent. After talking for a while, she felt a little more relaxed, and her attention, which had been immersed in sadness, was shifted to other things.

Pei Yi remained stunned and didn't recover...

He felt he must have been cursed by the heavens.

No wonder Wei Zhaoning didn't react much when she touched or hugged him; she probably thought of him as a sister?

My feelings suddenly became very complicated...

Seeing him lost in thought, Wei Zhaoning poured him a glass of wine. "Don't think about it. I really won't laugh at you."

"Besides, the Prince is second only to the Emperor; who in the capital would dare to say anything out of turn?"

"I'm actually quite envious of you. You wield immense power, and with that kind of power, what are you afraid of? Is it that Xiao Heng doesn't like you?"

Pei Yi felt his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything.

But if he tells Wei Zhaoning now that he is not a man, will Wei Zhaoning still divorce Lu Zhufeng and marry into the royal family?

After thinking it over, he gave a vague answer and laughed it off.

What the hell, how could something like this happen?

"Tell me about yourself, what's making you sad?"

Wei Zhaoning lowered her eyes, finding it difficult to speak.

Pei Yi noticed this and urged, "Didn't you just say we're already quite close? I consider you a close friend, but it seems you're still holding back some things from me."

Wei Zhaoning gritted her teeth. It wasn't that she was holding back, but she felt it was difficult to talk about such things. She didn't even dare to face it herself, let alone tell an outsider. It would be even stranger.

But then I thought, the Regent has already told me about his own quirks, so if I don't say anything, it would be too insincere of me.

After thinking for a long time, she poured herself another full glass and gulped it down.

Her face was already flushed; she really couldn't hold her liquor well, and now she was feeling a little dizzy.

"Sigh, all I wanted was a Du Ruo handkerchief."

She didn't say anything directly.

But Pei Yi understood that she must have been hurt again by her heartless father.

That year, the little girl also cried and told him, "I just want a Du Ruo handkerchief."

"Why can't I have it? What did I do wrong? Why are you hitting me?"

Pei Yi's eyes showed a hint of heartache.

"I'll make it for you, okay?"

Wei Zhaoning smiled, "But it was never given to me by my father. The handkerchief I wanted, I could never get."

Pei Yi pursed his lips and sighed softly.

Wei Zhaoning, feeling the effects of the alcohol, started crying.

"I really don't understand, what did I do wrong, and what did my mother do wrong?"

Why can't I ever get what I want, whether it's a handkerchief from my youth or a lover to stay with forever?

"It seems like fate is doing this on purpose. The more I want something, the less it gives me. It's so strange. My sincerity is always betrayed..."

The more she spoke, the more heartbroken she became.

The experiences of both lifetimes have now turned into sorrow, and the emotions buried deep in her heart have been drawn out like a raging flood, unstoppable.

Seeing her thick eyelashes trembling, glistening with tears, Pei Yi felt a mix of emotions.

He said nothing, letting Wei Zhaoning pour out her heart and cry loudly.

Cry if you want; there may not be a solution to some problems, but don't make things harder for yourself.

Crying it out and letting it all out might make you feel much better.

Wei Zhaoning cried for half an hour, and Pei Yi stayed by her side the whole time, listening attentively, until she cried until she had no strength left.

Wei Zhaoning's breathing gradually calmed down, and after venting his emotions, he did seem to feel much more relaxed.

Pei Yi asked Yun Ce to bring needles and thread.

"The handkerchief I made for you before wasn't pretty, so I learned to stab it."

"But after Ashu mentioned it that day, I studied it carefully. Let's see if this time the thorn is as good as last time?"

He started talking.

Wei Zhaoning hesitated, but the handkerchief given to her by others didn't have the same scent, so she didn't really want it.

But suddenly I find Pei Yi kind of cute.

The arrogant and ruthless regent secretly learns needlework, which is really cute.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be that complicated..."

Pei Yi curled his lips, stared intently at her, and said very seriously.

"I just wanted to give it to you."

Wei Zhaoning's heart skipped a beat, her throat went dry, and she fell silent.

His fingers were distinct and his bone structure was refined. The force he used to wield with such confidence was now replaced by the carefulness he showed when twisting the thread.

The moment the silver needle pierced the silk, the force was just right, neither puncturing the smoothness of the satin nor failing to conceal the stitches perfectly.

The outline of the Du Ruo is beginning to take shape, with pale blue threads outlining the curve of the leaves, the edges naturally curled, as if it had just been picked from the stream and was still moist with the morning dew.

It's clear that after Shen Shu mocked him that time, the Regent Prince put in a lot of hard work in private.

If you look closely, you can see several bloody holes in his large hands.

Wei Zhaoning felt a surge of emotion.

She couldn't get that handkerchief when she was young, but now someone is willing to lower themselves and go to great lengths to learn needlework just to make her happy.

Du Ruo wasn't particularly difficult to stab, and Pei Yi had already practiced to a high level of skill in private, so he finished stabbing her quickly.

The Du Ruo flower seemed to come alive, blooming vividly on the handkerchief.

"Look, isn't it much better this time? Let's just throw away that ugly one, it doesn't suit you."

Pei Yi's eyes held the vastness of the ocean and the stars. The way he looked at Wei Zhaoning was like a child who had done something right and wanted praise.

Wei Zhaoning couldn't help but feel like crying, and choked out, "I won't throw it away. That handkerchief is so cute, I'll keep it."