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After being massacred by my unmarried fiance, I was reborn
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"Oh, why does this young lady look so unwell? Please sit down and rest for a while!"
Madam Yuan's concerned voice echoed in my ears, but it seemed to be veiled, and I couldn't hear it clearly.
Intense hatred and pain surged over me, and I held my chest, being helped by her to slowly sit on the nearby cushion, and it took me a while to catch my breath.
"If you're not feeling well, come back another day."
Xie Xuan is two steps away from me, standing tall and elegant at this moment, with a slightly furrowed beautiful brow, looking at me with a hint of worry in his eyes. He is standing with his back to the door, against the light, casting a shadow over his face, and I can't see his expression.
This gentle voice is like a beautiful dream. The memories that just surfaced in my mind and the painful feeling in my heart are telling me that the beauty in front of me is indeed an illusion. It is a lie woven by Xie Xuan to retaliate against My father for me.
In the capital, there is a rumor that many people dare not speak of. It is said that the mistress of The Marquis Yiungchang Residence, from the the Yao, was once saved by General Luo when she was young, and she has admired him ever since. However, her beautiful appearance has caught the eye of Marquis Xie Sheng.
The falling flowers have intentions, but the flowing water is indifferent. At that time, General Luo was single-mindedly focused on achieving great military feats and had no interest in love affairs. In the end, the the Yao was forcibly married into the Marquis Yiungchang Residence by Xie Xuan's father. Although the the Yao had a humble status, they had a very stubborn character and refused to accept Xie Sheng's kindness. As Xie Hou's love was unrequited, he gradually grew tired of his wife.
When I heard these rumors, I absolutely refused to believe them. After all, no one has seen the scene of Mr. Xie and his wife having different dreams in the same bed, and this person, like a clear moon and a gentle breeze, is very hard not to like. I looked at the handsome man in front of me.
I got engaged to Xie Xuan not long ago. Today, I dragged him out to help me choose fabric. Right now, he is carefully selecting different fabrics in the shop.
He treats me extremely well, accommodating me in everything, with gentle gestures, appearing like a perfect gentleman.
So, it wasn't until the moment before my previous life ended, when Xie Xuan revealed his deep-seated hatred in my ear, that I realized how foolish I had been.
He actually felt that it was all my father's fault because he didn't receive his father's attention since childhood and wasn't loved by his mother. He really wanted his parents to reconcile. Xie Xuan thought that as long as he shattered his mother's illusion of the the Yao, all the problems would be easily solved.
So His design is to put My father to death.
Just now, when passing through Chengxing Alley, Madam Yuan eagerly called out to Xie Xuan.
I noticed a fleeting stiffness in his expression, but didn't dwell on it.
The owner of this shop, the busy lady in front of me, is the husband of Yuan Zong, who was recommended by him and his father Marquis Xie to my father. Several months ago, before my father and brother's army set out to attack the northern barbarians, Xie Xuan recommended Yuan Zong in the court. Yuan Zong was appointed as a Duwei and set out with the northern army, and is now leading troops in my father's army.
Yuan Zong and Xie Xuan have a close relationship. Everyone says that Marquis Xie appreciates good generals, but I don't think so. I looked at Xie Xuan beside me, who seemed oblivious. He and his father have the same stubborn and greedy nature. How could they possibly recommend an unrelated person for no reason?
I wandered around the shop, pretending to look casually. The small door at the back leading to the courtyard was slightly ajar. I glanced inside and saw a familiar figure. I rubbed my eyes and noticed the brightly colored fabric nearby, confirming that this was a dyeing technique unique to the Su Family's shop.
Madam Yuan is enthusiastic towards me on the surface, but in reality, she has been circling around Xie Xuan since we entered. Just now, she noticed me, quickly walked towards me, and blocked my path, closing the door behind her with a bang. As our eyes met, she smiled politely.
If I didn't see it wrong, the person inside is Aunt Meng? Didn't she tell Su Mian that she was going back to her hometown to see her grandson and left the capital city a long time ago?
"Ah Luo, have you found something you like?" Xie Xuan approached slowly, handing me a few types of fabric, showing genuine concern in her words and actions.
I took them, took out my purse and handed over a silver ingot, "I'll take all of these!"
Just as I was about to leave, Xie Xuan grabbed my hand.
"Alo, what does this mean?" He looked somewhat surprised.
I paused, hugged the fabric in my arms tightly, and gave him a slight smile.
"My marriage with the Crown Prince is still some time away, so being too close right now is bound to invite gossip. These fabrics look good to me; I'll just buy them myself."
Before he could say anything more, I turned to Madam Yuan. "These fabrics are quite similar to those from the Su Family's shop. Could it be that they learned their craft from them?"
"The Su Family's fabric shop is so grand; how could I possibly compare? Besides, the Su Family supplies fabric to the ladies of the palace. Although our business in Chengxing Alley is doing well, our customers are just the wives and daughters of officials and nobles, and our prices can't compete with theirs."
She rubbed her hands together, looking somewhat uneasy.
Her words didn't directly answer my question. Such a long explanation seemed more like a sign of guilt.
I glanced at her lightly, my fingertips rubbing the fabric in my hand. "Cheap is what it should be, but poor quality is absolutely not acceptable." Madam Yuan opened her mouth as if to retort, but when our eyes met, she averted hers with a guilty conscience.
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