My husband faked his death so I could remarry, but I got involved with my crazy brother and can'

It was indeed a special gift.

"Do you like it? What do you think?" Su Yingxue asked, blinking her bright eyes.

Xie Huaiyun responded softly, took the crudely made and even somewhat rough belt, and examined it carefully:

"Did you embroider this?"

Su Yingxue replied without batting an eye, "Of course!"

"As my husband, you should have a belt embroidered by my own hands, shouldn't you? What do you think? Doesn't it look wonderful?"

Seeing Su Yingxue's smug expression, the man smiled and responded softly, "Yes, it is indeed very good."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I really like it~"

Su Yingxue's eyes lit up, sparkling like starlight: "That's wonderful! I knew you'd like it! Don't worry, from now on, everything about you, from head to toe, will be done by me!"

If she had known Xie Huaiyun liked these ugly things, she would have won him over much sooner.

Judging from how much he likes this belt, the two of them should be able to take things to the next level soon.

Su Yingxue was full of expectations for the future, while the man looked down at his belt with a faint smile on his lips.

Xia Zhi and Qiu Ye at the door exchanged a glance and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the belt hadn't been thrown out.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Su Yingxue clearly noticed that the man beside her tonight had a much lighter aura.

I wonder if it's because I received a gift I liked.

The next morning, Rong Jing looked at the chick pecking at rice on his young master's belt, his expression changing unpredictably, like a spilled palette.

"Your Highness, which inconsiderate embroiderer gave you this belt? Should I go and teach her a lesson?"

Rong Jing knew that the monthly salary paid to the embroiderers in the manor was not low, but he did not expect them to be so passive and uncooperative.

He never dreamed that this was Su Yingxue's doing.

The man glanced at him, his eyes deep and tinged with displeasure: "What nonsense are you spouting? I think this belt is excellent!"

As he spoke, he turned and left with a swift movement.

Qiu Ye smiled and said, "Brother Rong, this was embroidered by the Madam herself for the young master. It's a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the young master is quite pleased with it!"

"What?! Embroidered by the Second Madam?"

Rong Jing was utterly stunned. He hurriedly followed, praising with all his might, "Your Highness, I actually think this belt is quite elegant and suits your temperament perfectly..."

Xie Huaiyun smiled upon hearing this: "Indeed, she is a perfect match for this young master. Go and receive your punishment in a moment."

Rong Jing's face fell. How could he still not escape even though he reacted so quickly?

"Your Highness..."

Rong Jing tried to struggle a bit, but his young master simply walked away like the wind.

Luomei Courtyard.

Su Zhirou was punished by Wei Shi to stand in the cold, and the alternating cold and heat caused her to fall ill.

Hearing that the Crown Prince wore an extremely ugly belt when he left in the morning, and was quite pleased with it, made her even more upset.

"So the young master likes this kind of thing. Bring me the auspicious cloud belt that I embroidered earlier, and I'll send it to the young master later."

Su Zhirou's face was pale and she was weak and listless.

Dong Rong said worriedly, "Madam, you caught a cold yesterday. You should rest and recuperate and avoid any strenuous activity."

"I have been in the manor for more than two months now. It's one thing if the young master doesn't favor me, but if I don't quickly complete the task that Brother Xuan assigned me, I'm afraid we will all suffer the consequences."

"If I'm not mistaken, the fact that we haven't heard from Brother Xuan means he's been taken into custody by the Crown Prince. If I just sit here and wait to die, how many days do you think I have left to live?"

The path she chose was a path of no return.

If handled well, wealth and prosperity will naturally follow.

But if it's not done well, it will lead to an abyss.

She's come this far with great difficulty; she can't let all her hard work go to waste.

"Madam, this servant will deliver this item to Mu Cang Garden later." Dong Rong nodded.

"No need, I'll go myself."

Su Zhirou's voice grew weaker, and she looked completely haggard.

Dong Rong looked worried: "But what if your condition worsens?"

"I am now without any favor in this mansion. If this description can make the young master feel pity for me, then it is worth it."

Su Zhirou was at her wit's end. After all, she was the prince's legal wife. If he saw her like this, he should feel some pity for her, right?

Xie Huaiyun's belt today attracted the attention of many officials.

"Your Highness, your belt..." Lord Pei hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

"How about it? This is the belt that Madam gave to me." Xie Huaiyun said, looking very proud and confident.

Lord Pei hesitated before speaking, and quickly said, "Hehe~ It's quite unique, actually. Madam truly cares about the young master."

Xie Huaiyun curved her lips, her whole being resembling a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"That's natural."

Within the time it took to hold a morning court session, rumors that the Crown Princess's needlework was "as bad as shit" spread throughout the capital.

Upon learning of this, Su Zhirou's face turned extremely ugly, and she angrily slammed down the teacup in her hand.

"boom--"

The teacup fell to the ground with a clear thud.

Torn apart.

"Why?! That bitch's embroidery skills are bad, why blame it on me?!"

Good things are fine, but why give her such a shameful thing?

She's not someone who's just a scapegoat.

Moreover, her embroidery skills are excellent.

Her skills were even comparable to those of the embroiderers in the palace.

Why does it look like poop?

"Madam, the young master will be back from court soon. We should prepare as soon as possible. If we miss him, we will truly be guilty of this crime."

Hearing this, Su Zhirou suppressed her anger: "Let's go, let's go to Mu Cangyuan!"

Mu Cangyuan.

Xie Huaiyun had just returned when she was greeted by Su Zhirou, who looked pale.

"Your Highness!"

Su Zhirou's eyes lit up, and she rushed forward. Her face was pale, but Xie Huaiyun didn't care.

Instead, he noticed her, frowned deeply, and looked at her with displeasure: "What are you doing here?"

"Your Highness... Since I entered the manor, you have never visited my courtyard. I know you are busy with state affairs, so I came to see you to ease my longing..."

Although Su Zhirou was saddened by Xie Huaiyun's cold attitude, she still put on a pitiful appearance.

Her watery eyes looked at Xie Huaiyun, full of tenderness, and she really looked a bit like a young woman abandoned by her husband.

"Well, you know I'm busy with official duties, so that's fine. You've seen it all, now you can go back."

Xie Huaiyun was too lazy to talk to this woman.

After all, she married into the family through underhanded means, and just a few days ago I heard that she was having an affair.

However, he didn't care, since his own mother had said it was all a misunderstanding.

Even if it's not a misunderstanding, it doesn't matter. If the charge is proven true, it's a good opportunity to divorce this woman.

In any case, he has only ever liked one person.

Marrying her was merely the threshold to marrying the one he loved.

Seeing Xie Huaiyun turn to leave, Su Zhirou hurriedly spoke up: "Your Highness, this is a belt that I sewed for you. Now that Your Highness is out and about, your belt cannot be neglected. We can't let others laugh at us, can we?"

Su Zhirou's gaze fell on the belt with the chick pecking at rice pattern on Xie Huaiyun's waist, and her eyes flickered slightly.

It really is like shit.

The thought that this skill belonged to Su Yingxue made her laugh.

I never expected Su Yingxue's skills to be so laughable. What good is her skill if she's usually so good? Her embroidery is still a complete mess.

Compared to her, it's like heaven and earth.

Xie Huaiyun glanced at the belt Su Zhirou handed over, her voice cold: "How can it be so ugly? It's not even one ten-thousandth as good as my belt."

These words left Su Zhirou utterly astonished. Suppressing her surprise, she asked, "Young Master, please take another look? You say this one I'm wearing isn't as good as the one you're wearing?"