As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

On the way back to the village, He Yue said nothing. All she could think about was what Xia Suling had said to her in a settled tone, "Yueyue, I won't hide it from you. Mr. He holds much more power than you think. You...you should prepare to embroider a waist belt or a sachet."

Holding the two embroidery pattern books that Xia Suling had stuffed in her hand, she glanced through them. One book contained festive patterns, such as mandarin ducks and flowers, while the other contained patterns commonly used by men, such as cranes and bamboos.

He Yue lowered her head tightly, and her whole body almost curled up into a small ball. From Ning Rushong's perspective, the first thing he saw was her pursed lips. Yueyue was being coquettish now, and she put on a light layer of lip balm, making her lips rosy and red.

The two of them were so close to each other that his heart was like being immersed in warm spring water, bubbling impatiently. He wished he could hold Yueyue in his arms and tell her about his deep and strange love for her. As long as she was in front of him, all his meticulousness was just empty talk.

But I can’t do that, Ning Rushong reminded himself, to take it slow and not scare Yueyue.

Ning Rusong raised his hand and handed the brocade box beside him to her. He opened it and found a white jade peony hairpin. He said softly, "Miss He, this is my gift. It is customary for lovers to give each other gifts. As for the land deed, I will give it to you within six days."

He Yue's luck was completely shattered. Oh no! She heard the meaning of Ning Rusong's words that he was sure of victory. How could she have made such a stupid mistake at that time!

While she was racking her brains, the brocade box was already gently placed on her lap. Ning Rushong's next words made He Yue even more suspicious whether he could read minds. It was really evil!

"Miss He, if you refuse this hairpin on the grounds that you don't know how to style your hair," Ning Rushong said in a hazy voice with a faint smile, "then I will give Miss He two more maids."

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Five days later, He Yue was embroidering at Aunt Fang's house. She sat on the bed with Aunt Fang's daughter. There was a basket of embroidery threads on the bed. Aunt Fang moved a small stool and sat opposite them.

He Yue agreed to let Xia Suling embroider a piece as a return gift, but she had no basic skills at all and the pieces she embroidered following the pattern were always crooked.

Four days ago, when Aunt Fang's daughter brought her food, she saw her masterpiece and said, "Mrs. He, you are a novice, you should ask someone to draw a pattern for you first, so that you can get started better. It just so happens that my family is embroidering clothes recently. If you come to my house, I will ask my mother to draw a pattern for you. Her craftsmanship is the best in the village!"

"It's done!" He Yue held up the embroidery frame, a smile in her willow-leaf eyes.

Aunt Fang put down the work in her hands, took He Yue's embroidery and looked at it carefully. She was relieved and smiled with wrinkles on her eyes. "This lotus has taken shape. It won't be a problem to make it into a handkerchief!"

She glanced at the embroidery stand on the other side of He Yue and shook her head, "These mandarin ducks are still not good, they look like a pair of fat ducks."

It is said that Mrs. He was destined to be a precious woman. No matter how good the pattern was, it would turn out to be something weird after she embroidered it. In four days, the clothes in Mrs. Fang's hands were almost finished, and she could only barely embroider a decent lotus.

He Yue was in a good mood. She stacked the two circular embroidery tents with a curved face. "Fat ducks are so lucky, so round."

Aunt Fang tried to hold back, but couldn't bear it anymore. Her eyes lingered on He Yue's hair. The white apricot flower had been taken off. She stroked her palms and said suggestively, "Madam He, there are rumors in the village recently..."

"What do you want to pass on?" He Yue was organizing the embroidery threads in her hands. Her fingers were slender and white, and her movements had a beauty of their own.

When Aunt Fang saw her taking over the conversation, she became even more excited. She had just uttered the three words "Mr. He" when she was interrupted by her daughter.

"Mom, what are you talking about?!" Aunt Fang's daughter got off the bed, frowned, and spoke in a heavy tone.

Aunt Fang's daughter was a hot-tempered person. Aunt Fang softened in front of her and immediately waved her hands, "Nothing, nothing!"

He Yue saw that something was wrong between the two of them, and didn't want to be caught in the middle and make them speechless, so she took the initiative to speak, "It's okay, Aunt Fang also means well, I have already embroidered everything you want, so I won't bother you two."

After saying that, she walked away carrying the basket. He Yue felt very calm at heart. Gossiping is human nature. Apart from being a bit of a nag, Aunt Fang was a very nice person.

Aunt Fang's daughter was clinging to the window in the house. She only spoke after seeing He Yue walk away, her tone very unpredictable, "Mom, what are you doing?!"

"If you make Madam He angry, I will lose my job as a cook for her. How can I make money so easily?" Aunt Fang's daughter became angrier and angrier. She stamped her feet fiercely and said, "You know we make money from both ends!"

The meal was not cooked by Aunt Fang's daughter, but by the He family. She just acted as a middleman and got double the money for nothing. This money was no different from picking it up for free.

Aunt Fang was a little embarrassed by what she said. She scratched her head and said, "Mrs. He has a good temper. She probably won't mind it."

After these words came out, Aunt Fang's daughter became even angrier. She sat on the bed and slapped it a few times, making a loud noise. "Please keep your mouth shut. Madam He's good temper doesn't mean that Mr. He has a good temper."

"Do you still remember the incident last month when the third son of the Luo family was imprisoned? It was probably Mr. He who secretly set him up!"

Aunt Fang was a little surprised. "What does it have to do with Mr. He?"

Madam Fang's daughter calmed down her anger and glanced at her, "Don't tell anyone about this. One time, I delivered a meal to Madam He, and before I had gone too far, I saw a matchmaker presenting a small betrothal gift to Madam He on behalf of Mr. Luo San."

"Mr. He also showed up later and went into the house with Madam He. A few days later, Mr. Luo was imprisoned. How could such a coincidence happen in this world? It was most likely Mr. He who did it."