Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"Of course I'm not kidding. Women, after all, have to get married. If you meet someone you can entrust your life to, you must tell me as soon as possible so that I can arrange things for you."

"I like to stay by your side, young lady. I will never marry."

Yang Susu smiled and said, "Everyone has their own destiny. If destiny comes, then you won't say such things."

Yang Susu looked at Leng Feng and asked: "Have you prepared all the New Year clothes for the people in the mansion? And we need to prepare a few more sets for the old lady."

Leng Feng nodded and said, "Don't worry, young lady. We have prepared everything. We asked the embroiderers from the Red Mansion Embroidery Workshop to make them. The old lady's sets have also been delivered. They fit her perfectly and she likes them very much."

"It's just that I used 20 taels of material per meter to make the New Year clothes for the eldest and second young ladies, and the cotton inside was also new cotton this year, but the eldest and second young ladies didn't like them very much. When I asked someone to deliver them, they just threw them aside."

Yang Susu straightened her thick black hair and smiled at herself in the bronze mirror: "When Zhou was in charge, my aunt and I only had three taels of coarse material per meter for new clothes, and the workmanship was even more sloppy. Now I give them twenty taels of material per meter, and they still despise it."

Wangyou was tying Yang Susu's hair while muttering, "The eldest and second young ladies haven't realized their current situation."

"You can wear it if you want!"

Yang Susu looked through the window at the magnolia tree outside with lazy eyes.

I remember that when it wasn't snowing and there was still sunshine, the magnolia tree sprouted new buds.

It has been snowing heavily these days, and the newly grown buds have been frozen to death under the ravages of the wind and snow.

Leng Feng and Leng Yue retreated.

Mo Shi held the snow-white snow wolf in her arms. She stroked its soft and warm fur again and again, and suddenly said, "Sister, I have taken better care of this snow wolf. Look at this pure white and shiny fur. If it is made into a cloak, it will definitely be very warm."

The snow wolf in Mo Shi's arms stiffened instantly.

A pair of amber eyes slowly turned to Mo Shi's young face.

A chill ran down my spine.

Who would have thought that after eating, sleeping and fishing with him every day, this little girl would even think of peeling his skin and making clothes out of it.

Yang Susu smiled and said, "Are you willing to do that?"

Mo Shi met the frightened eyes of the little snow wolf, reached out and touched its head, and said with a smile: "It's just a joke. If you really want to make it into a cloak, you have to raise it a little bigger. It's too small!"

Snow Wolf: “…”

Yang Susu smiled and said, "Okay, your snow wolf understands human nature, so stop teasing it."

Wangyou helped Yang Susu tie up her hair and said with a smile, "Yes, look at it, its frightened eyes, it's so scared that it dares not move."

Mo Shi pouted: "Okay, okay, don't worry, I'm just talking casually, I won't expose your skin, it's mainly because my sister's thousand-year-old snow wolf cloak is too beautiful."

Yang Susu glanced at the thousand-year-old snow wolf cloak on her body, her eyes full of smiles: "Wangyou, tell them to pay attention to the fur vendors and clothing and pawnshops. If they have this kind of top-quality leather material, buy it and make one for Mo Shi as well."

Mo Shi shook his head: "Sister, Mo Shi was just joking. The cloak Mo Shi is wearing is very good."