Marrying a royal playboy and becoming a glamorous matriarch

The gap between them was not a small one; it was an insurmountable chasm, a forbidden zone that could not be crossed even half a step.

How can genuine feelings develop when there can never be an equal beginning?

Wei Qingrou, however, feigned deep affection, her eyes brimming with tears, and took his arm, saying affectionately, "How could that be? My husband, we are truly husband and wife, our love is stronger than gold."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ping'an smiled with satisfaction, gently rubbed Wei Qingrou's face, and spoke with a rare tenderness.

"Yes, you are the wife I married with great ceremony. Even if you die, you should be buried in the tomb of my Prince Dun's Mansion. Of course, it won't be like this."

Wei Qingrou stared at his smug, upturned eyes, momentarily lost in thought.

Could it be that Qin Ping'an has fallen in love with her?

Wei Qingrou only thought about it for a moment before ordering herself to give up the idea.

It was this playboy's roguish charm and irresistible sensuality that captivated her, making her unable to resist.

But to say he has genuine feelings, I'm afraid not. Those peach blossom eyes of his are probably full of affection even when he looks at a dog.

Wei Qingrou avoided his gaze and turned to look at the courtyard.

After finishing their meal, Wei Lanxin and the First Prince were seen doing something intimate.

The two agreed to never gamble again and to live a good life from now on.

Seeing how sweet and affectionate they were, Qin Ping'an's face showed annoyance.

"We must press our advantage and completely separate them, otherwise all our previous efforts will be in vain."

Wei Qingrou smiled faintly and shook her head.

"How is the eldest prince's mental state?"

Qin Ping'an, unaware of Wei Qingrou's intentions, truthfully said, "My cousin has been exceptionally intelligent since childhood and is well-versed in classics and history. Because of his excellence, I feel ashamed and end up getting a few more beatings."

“If that’s the case, then he will surely guess our scheme,” Wei Qingrou said, lowering her eyes in thought. “If my elder sister finds out that someone is deliberately testing her, then I’m afraid all the traps we set will be useless.”

As a modern, independent woman, Wei Lanxin treats challenges as obstacles, becoming more and more excited as she goes along, because she has heard too many stories of princes and princesses living happily ever after, and she is always confident and optimistic.

"They've just reconciled, and they're in the honeymoon phase. Outsiders can't stir things up. It's better to wait and see."

Qin Ping'an's expression darkened slightly, his dark pupils filled with urgency. "How long do we have to wait?"

Wei Qingrou looked up at the sky. Dusk was falling, and a cool breeze was gradually blowing through the alley, making people feel chilly.

She couldn't help but smile slightly, "It won't be long, the opportunity will come soon."

One autumn rain brings one chill; this year's autumn is exceptionally short.

After several rain showers, the warmth of the autumn sun dissipated by more than half.

The princess opened the storeroom and took out a lot of fine fabrics, handing them over to the mistress so that she could arrange for new clothes to be made for the masters of the mansion.

Although the Prince Dun's mansion was not extravagant in its daily life, the entire household received new clothes every season.

The prince, princess, young master, and other masters each have eight new outfits made each season, the concubines and mistresses each have two outfits each season, and the servants also have one new outfit each season.

After receiving the task, Wei Qingrou got busy. There was an embroidery workshop in the Prince's mansion. After deciding on the pattern and style of the autumn clothes, she assigned the sewing work in each workshop to the embroiderers and supervised them on a daily basis.

Because the weather suddenly turned cold, the embroidery room was bustling with activity, and the clothes for the masters were quickly made.

Wei Qingrou personally delivered the prince and princess's clothes to the main courtyard. The princess was extremely satisfied and praised them repeatedly.

"Qingrou has a good eye. The clothes she makes are novel and unique, full of spirit, and much more eye-catching than the old styles of previous years."

Wei Qingrou dared not take credit, and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to my mother's good training. The embroiderers are used to doing this kind of work, and each of them is very skillful."

"Don't be modest. No matter how skillful you are, it can't compare to your ingenuity."

The princess's praise was not empty words, but genuine.

She was particularly pleased with her new clothes this year. In addition to the cloud patterns, animal patterns, and floral patterns she used before, she also added some unique touches to the belt, hem, and cuffs, which turned out to be seasonal flowers.

Although unassuming, it appears quite elegant.

The princess's eyes lit up with joy, and she asked Wei Qingrou, "Qingrou, how is your new dress being made?"

Wei Qingrou smiled and said, "My daughter-in-law's clothes are ready. She'll wear them for Mother to see tomorrow."

"Good, good. Mother is getting old and loves to see you young people dressed up so beautifully. It makes me happy."

The princess's smile deepened. She loved how close Wei Qingrou was to her; a family should always be affectionate and loving.

She had her maid bring over a set of pink pearl headdresses and handed them to Wei Qingrou: "This color is too delicate for me to wear. Why don't I give it to you to match your new clothes?"

When Wei Qingrou took a look, she saw that the pearl headdress was extremely exquisite, complete with earrings, bracelets, hairpins, and necklaces, all made of pink pearls the size of a thumb.

Nowadays, all pearls are wild pearls harvested from the sea, and assembling such a complete set would be quite expensive.

Wei Qingrou quickly thanked her, smiling with her eyes narrowed, "Thank you, Mother. Your daughter-in-law will definitely dress up properly and make a grand entrance."

The princess laughed, and took Wei Qingrou's hand, saying, "Autumn is here, and there are many banquets. I don't usually like to go, but now I'd like to take you to see them. Let's go to a banquet together tomorrow when the weather is clear, wearing our new clothes."

Wei Qingrou happily agreed, "That's great, daughter-in-law will have to broaden her horizons with mother."

"Okay, once I've chosen which place to go, we'll go together."

Wei Qingrou was a new bride, and these social and administrative affairs had not yet been handed over to her.

However, when the princess arranged for gifts to be delivered, she would always teach her with great care.

The two chatted casually, from jewelry and clothing to grooming and skincare. Wei Qingrou knew a lot and always spoke in a friendly and cheerful manner, full of clever ideas, which made the princess very happy.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that this was a unique pleasure he had never experienced raising a son, and his gaze toward Wei Qingrou became even more affectionate.

The rear building of the west courtyard of the Prince's Mansion.

The concubines' new clothes were also sent over.

Normally, the aunt has nothing to do, but today, with the occasional commotion, she couldn't help but compare her new clothes.

They compete to see whose color is brighter and whose style is prettier, but they don't argue. Instead, they compliment each other, which makes them seem very close.

Their lives are much better now than before Wei Qingrou entered the manor.

Before, there was no mistress, and their clothes and jewelry for each season were managed by the old nanny who served the princess. The clothes made were stiff and ugly, nothing like the beautiful and bright clothes we have now.

Several people couldn't help but praise Wei Qingrou again and again, saying she was kind, generous, and magnanimous.

For example, the eldest concubine only served her once, and was rewarded with a silver hairpin, which was worth several taels of silver.

It is truly a blessing to have met such an easy-going mistress.

In the small house on the side, Jiu Ying was tearing at her handkerchief, gritting her teeth in anger.