Chapter 1296: Chapter 1293: Aunt’s Laughter
Madam Tang did not feel reassured, instead, she beca even more afraid. This man had such deep and profound thoughts; did he know everything she had done?
Madam Tang’s breathing faltered, but she forced a smile on her face, “Old Master, your concubine is not upset. Thanks to you, your concubine has good days to live.”
“If you can think that way, I’m relieved,” said Duke Zheng as he patted the back of her hand. “This is dicine for scar removal. Don’t worry about any scars forming. Just tell the lady if you need anything, the residence will arrange it.”
“Thank you, Old Master.”
Madam Tang left the study, her back already drenched in sweat. Upon returning to the backyard, she imdiately ordered the servants to prepare bath water for her.
Her fingers tightly clenched the dicine bottle, and her face was so pale it was almost unsettling.
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As usual, after coming out of the yan, Chu Heng bought a roasted duck from a restaurant.
Before he could get back to the residence, he was intercepted by Fu Ming.
Fifteen minutes later.
He returned to the residence.
“Old Master, the lady is in the backyard and has not gone out,” whispered the servant boy of the residence.
Chu Heng nodded, handed the roasted duck to Lu Chuan, and asked him to take it to the kitchen to be served later.
Backyard.
Ye Muyu was enjoying the cool air, and Chu Ziluo was also there. When Chu Heng entered, he saw the mother and daughter choosing fabrics, with several pieces of children’s clothing beside them.
“Father,” Chu Ziluo stood up and greeted him with a smile.
Chu Heng raised his hand and touched her head, “No classes today?”
“I told the Master I wanted to co over and show Mother the clothes I made for my little brother. Father, would you like to see?” Chu Ziluo said with a smile, gently lifting the clothes to hand to Chu Heng.
Though it was a question, her actions suggested she had anticipated Chu Heng’s response, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so natural.
Indeed, Chu Heng took the clothes and looked them over. After a mont, he praised, “Not bad, very well made, the stitches are fine, and it won’t be uncomfortable for the child to wear.”
“Father, you can tell about needlework?” Chu Ziluo asked curiously, without giving anything away.
Chu Heng instinctively looked at his wife. Seeing Ye Muyu happily selecting fabrics, completely oblivious to their conversation, he couldn’t help but smile and nodded, “Hmm, I’ve picked up a thing or two listening to you all.”
“Then Father, which one do you think Mother will like?” Chu Ziluo asked with a smile, also a bit expectant.
“Your mother will like all of them,” Chu Heng thought of Ah Yu, who was not skilled in needlework herself. Since she had made just a couple of pieces for him back in the village, she always had the embroiderers do it afterward.
It was comfortable, but it always felt like sothing was missing.
Especially when colleagues ntioned the clothes made by their wives, he felt a rare envy.
“Father, how do you know?” Chu Ziluo asked, her tone affirming her curiosity. She glanced at her mother, then realized she had said sothing silly, “Right, she would like anything I make.”
Seeing her rationalize it herself, Chu Heng naturally didn’t burst her bubble.
“Ah Yu, I got you a roasted duck for dinner, would you like so?” Chu Heng glanced at her pregnant belly and discreetly began putting away all the fabrics to one side.
Chu Ziluo, ever so attentive, caught the scene and coyly said, “Mother, we haven’t had roasted duck in a long ti, and it’s from the restaurant. It must be tasty. We can choose the fabrics tomorrow, no rush, the little brother and sister won’t be here for another two months.”
Chu Heng looked appreciatively towards his daughter.
Chu Ziluo bead even more happily, knowing that her father was concerned her mother might overtax herself.
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