Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

Inside the main hall, Master Yuanming looked at the three children who had come to him with a puzzled expression. "Oh, you have the leisure to come here today? Aren't you going to play? Or are you tired of playing and want to come here for some fun?"

Xia Rongliu stepped forward and explained, "No, why would we seek to amuse the Taoist priest? Ahem, I'm about to go home, and I've woven some things that I'd like to give to you as a keepsake."

"Oh~ You can weave things besides planting flowers and plants?" Master Yuanming delivered a fatal blow. Yuan Qinghe, being rather unkind, laughed from the side, but then swallowed his laughter when he caught a glimpse of Xia Rongliu's gaze.

"I learned a little from my mother, but I've barely scratched the surface, so it might not be quite right." She is indeed skilled at embroidery, but it takes a long time. Besides, it wouldn't be good for so many people to give the same thing, and most importantly, her mother would definitely become suspicious.

"Alright, I'll accept your kind offer. It's been a lot of trouble for you." Master Yuanming quite liked Xia Rongliu, and he had seen it all during her time at the Taoist temple.

Xia Rongliu took something out of the small purse slung across her body. Yuan Qinghe, who was standing next to her, saw what it was and, who was already struggling to hold back his laughter, couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into a hearty laugh.

Xia Rongliu's face darkened from laughing. The previously amicable smile on Yuanming Daoist's face froze, and his outstretched hand paused, but he still accepted the gift. This wasn't making things difficult for Xia Rongliu; it was making things difficult for him.

When they came out, Yuan Qinghe was laughing so hard he was practically leaning against Xia Rongliu. "You, you, you actually gave that caterpillar to my uncle, hahahahahahaha!"

This was like another knife to Xia Rongliu's heart. "Frog, it's a frog!" Xia Rongliu tried to explain, but she held back when she saw Yuan Qinghe's face all smiles.

Explaining will only make Yuan Qinghe laugh more unrestrainedly, so it's better not to explain and just let him laugh to his heart's content.

"Why did you give that frog to my uncle? Hahahaha!" Yuan Qinghe laughed so hard he almost choked, then squatted down, clutching his stomach.

"I originally intended to give it to the Taoist priest. Stop laughing, or I'll want to kill you." Yuan Qinghe instantly shut his mouth at the death stare from Xia? Niu Gulu? Rong Liu.

What Xia Rongliu said was true, but she didn't intend to weave a frog at first. As she wove, it gradually deviated from the intended path, so Xia Rongliu simply decided to give up on weaving a frog altogether. However, the frogs she wove didn't even look like frogs.

But Xia Rongliu refused to admit it, saying no matter what, it was a frog!

Before parting, Yuan Qinghe and Wang Xiaohu came to see them off. "Don't worry, I will take good care of that farmland. Those flowers are like my own daughters!" Yuan Qinghe said firmly.

“Me too!” Wang Xiaohu chimed in.

Xia Rongliu was also exasperated. "Alright, alright, goodbye. We'll meet again. Don't worry."

As the car drove further and further away, Yuan Qing and Wang Xiaohu hugged each other and cried their hearts out, "Alas, beautiful things are always so short-lived!"

Back at the Xia family home, Xia Rongliu felt somewhat unfamiliar with the place.

It was deserted; there wasn't a sound when she went inside. Xia Rongliu hurriedly ran to the small fence to look, and sure enough, the flowers were practically dead.

Xia Rongliu prayed in her heart that Yuan Qinghe would take good care of the few flowers in the Taoist temple, and that they would not die. She wanted to go and see them bloom.

"Grandma—Grandma—! Dad—" Xia Rongliu shouted loudly, and Lin Yue also followed to look for people, but when they came back, there was no one there.

Just then, Old Lady Xia returned from Aunt Wang's place. Before she even reached the door, she heard a series of female voices coming from inside. She was startled and thought, "She's back?"

She peeked out from the doorway and was overjoyed to see that the mother and daughter had actually returned. She had almost thought she had been too harsh and that the two women didn't want to come back.

Despite Xia Zhishu's repeated reassurances, she remained uneasy. She had only intended to attend the wedding of the eldest son of the Lin family and offer her blessings for a few days, but ended up staying for over a month.

Old Mrs. Xia composed herself, her face expressionless, pushed open the door, walked in, and snorted coldly, "You two still know how to come back? Don't you consider this your home anymore?"

Lin Yue quickly explained, "No, Mother, it's because Yin Yin is sick that she stayed there a little longer."

"You've been sick and stayed here for so long, more than a month! Are you trying to keep this old woman and Xia Zhishu here?!" Old Mrs. Xia is still a little scared.

"At first, Yinyin was sick, so we stayed a few more days, but later I saw that Yinyin was having a lot of fun there, so we stayed a few more days." Lin Yue sighed. This was the situation she was worried about when she came back.

"So you're not having fun here?! You guys, Zhishu's mostly not around during the day, leaving me, an old woman, all alone in the house. I have to go to your Aunt Wang to complain. If you're leaving, at least leave me a cat!"

Xia Rongliu chuckled. So this was Old Madam Xia's ultimate goal.

"Grandma, I learned to knit with my mother over there, and I even knitted you a hat." Xia Rongliu ran over to support Lin Yue, carrying a small bag.

Old Lady Xia looked at Xia Rongliu and said, "You? You even learned to weave?" Her eyes were full of doubt, another fatal blow, and Xia Rongliu 'cried'.

"If Grandma doesn't believe me, then forget it. Anyway, I know Grandma doesn't like me usually. I'll just give this hat to... Aunt He."

Upon hearing Xia Rongliu's words, Old Madam Xia became anxious: "Didn't you say you were going to knit it for me? Why are you giving it to Aunt He? Quickly, take it out so I can see it."

Xia Rongliu curled her lips into a smile and took out the woolen hat from the bag. It was a green woolen hat. "Grandma, please try it on so I can see." The green color wasn't intentional on Xia Rongliu's part; it was just that green was the most common color among all the woolen hats.

Old Mrs. Xia's expression was somewhat complicated. "The color you chose is too bright. How can an old woman like me wear such a color?" It was fluorescent green.

Xia Rongliu pouted, "Never mind, if Grandma doesn't like it, then forget it. I'll go and show it to Aunt He. Maybe Aunt He will like it."

"Hey, hey, no, no, Grandma likes it. Bright colors make people look more lively." After saying that, she gritted her teeth and put the hat on her head.

It's pretty good.

"Mother, let's wait until winter to wear it. It's a bit too early now," Lin Yue said kindly, unable to bear it.

Old Lady Xia stared at Xia Rongliu as if she would disappear the moment she took off the hat. She stiffened her neck and said, "Is it early? I don't think it's early. I'll wear it for a while longer."

Xia Zhishu also returned from outside. He pushed open the door and walked in. He saw Xia Rongliu and Lin Yue and happily went up to hug them. "Our Yinyin, did you miss Daddy?"

"Think~"

Xia Zhishu smiled, satisfied with the answer, and then noticed that Xia Laoniang was wearing a hat, a green hat.