Who would raise a villain as a wife?

Cen Li pursed his lips, raised his hand and pushed He Yunjing's face away, with an expression that said "don't get close to me", showing real disgust.

He Yunjing couldn't stop laughing and joked with him, "I'm not leaving now. I still have to wait for your people to prepare everything. It will take at least a month."

Indeed, the amount required at the border is not a small amount, and it has to be done in secret, so it is indeed not something that can be completed in a short period of time.

Cen Li was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and turned around to review the memorials. After finishing the matter, he also gave the order for the procurement, which had to be done as soon as possible.

Ten days later, Cen Li finally had time to take He Yunjing out of the palace to look for Rong Nian.

Because they had been notified in advance, Rong Nian prepared dinner early and was waiting for them to come.

After about a month, the scars on Rong Nian's face have mostly faded, leaving only faint marks, and now he no longer needs to cover his face.

After all, they are all women. Rong Nian has always been depressed because of the scar on her face, but now seeing the scar fading day by day, Rong Nian smiles more often. However, her eyes can't help but tear up after seeing He Yunjing.

Rong Yu was better. He started to pester He Yunjing about his achievements in practicing martial arts in the past month and even demonstrated a few moves in the yard.

The little boy still looked childish, but he was extremely serious when boxing, and it was really interesting.

He Yunjing praised Rong Yu generously and even taught him a set of grappling techniques.

This method only requires dexterity and does not require too much strength, which is quite suitable for Rong Yu.

Rong Nian watched from the side. She was both happy and sad, but she remained quiet and asked nothing. She just kept picking up food for He Yunjing during the meal, hoping that he would eat more.

Rong Nian has no children, so she treats Rong Yu as her own child, and she also wants to treat He Yunjing as her own child.

He knew that He Yunjing couldn't come often and rarely had the chance to sit down and eat these simple meals. She just wanted He Yunjing to eat more, as if she was doing it on behalf of her sister.

He Yunjing naturally would not refuse. He has always been like this. Since he has taken over someone else's identity, he naturally has to take responsibility. As long as the person is sincere, he will treat them sincerely.

After a happy dinner, He Yunjing checked Rong Nian's pulse again. The scars on his face were almost gone, and his weakened body had also improved a lot after the nourishment he had received over the past few days.

He Yunjing wrote a new prescription and gave Rong Nian a small medicine bottle. "Take one pill a day and recuperate for a few months. Don't catch a cold."

Rong Nian agreed and did not ask He Yunjing why he knew all this. He just stuffed a package into He Yunjing's hands and told him to take it.

He Yunjing didn't stop Cen Li from leaving until he reached the bedroom, "Don't you want to see what your aunt gave you?"

Cen Li stopped, thought for only two seconds, and then followed in.

He Yunjing put the package on the table and opened it. There was a winter coat, a pair of thick boots, and a purse.

It was not difficult to see that these were all sewn and embroidered by Rong Nian herself. When He Yunjing opened his purse, he found a amulet inside.

He Yunjing rubbed the amulet several times, then turned to ask Cen Li, "Do you have one?"

Cen Li said nothing, but carefully took out an old purse from his arms. It was unknown how many years ago it was made, and no matter how carefully it was kept, it was still torn.

He Yunjing rolled his eyes and asked him, "Apart from those bought outside, do the ladies from wealthy families only give these embroideries to their husbands, children and elders?"

Cen Li hummed and lowered his eyes to look at the purse in his hand. This was given to him by his mother when he was nine years old. It has been eighteen years now.

Judging from the age of the purse and the rules, He Yunjing guessed that it should have been embroidered by Cen Li's mother.

He suddenly had an idea. After putting these things away, he pulled Cen Li to sleep together.

But Cen Li refused to sleep with him no matter what, and He Yunjing didn't want to argue with him, so he could only move the bedding and sleep on the couch himself, and let Cen Li sleep on his dragon bed.

Cen Li originally refused, but He Yunjing acted quickly and brought up the issue of curing Rong Nian's illness, so Cen Li had to lie down, but he had to stay up most of the night to guard against He Yunjing's sneak attack.

After Cen Li went to court, He Yunjing also started his own plan. He got the cloth and embroidery thread from Ruan Qingrou, thought about it for a while, drew a rose, and then started threading the needle with the red thread.

But how had he ever played with this kind of thing? The hands that held knives and guns were very clumsy when it came to holding a needle. He pierced all ten fingers with the needles, leaving them all with needle holes. The more serious ones even oozed blood.

The system was stunned. It played the embroidery tutorial for He Yunjing while muttering that it had never seen a grown man embroidering, let alone someone like He Yunjing. The contrast was too great for it to accept.

He Yunjing's thoughts were also very simple. Cen Li's relatives were all gone, and his feelings for Rong Zhu were not romantic, but more of a sense of responsibility and guilt. His feelings for Rong Nian were even simpler.

Cen Li treasures that purse so much because it is a reflection of his longing for his deceased relatives and his longing and attachment to his closest relatives.

Although he cannot be Cen Li's relative, he can be Cen Li's husband.

To conquer Cen Li, one must do something. One cannot just rely on words.

He Yunjing was struggling with needlework and embroidery, while Cen Li, who had just left the court, was still a little uncomfortable walking into the empty imperial study.

He frowned as he reviewed one memorial after another. It was already lunchtime and he still hadn't seen the man. He asked the attendant curiously, "Where is His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty has never left the palace."

Cen Li felt even more puzzled. Driven by curiosity, Cen Li went to the bedroom after serving food. When he turned into the inner hall, he saw He Yunjing threading a needle with his eyes squinting. On the table was a sewing basket, and next to it was a piece of light blue cloth with two red things embroidered on it.

Because it hadn't been embroidered yet, Cen Li couldn't really tell what it was, but seeing what He Yunjing was doing, he really didn't understand, so he frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

He Yunjing grabbed the thread and pulled it out, then looked up and said, "Embroidering a purse, isn't it obvious?"

"It's obvious, but why are you embroidering purses?" Cen Li didn't understand and was shocked. How could a man embroider a purse, let alone an emperor?

He Yunjing held the needle and stuck it into the thread ball, then stood up and showed his hands to Cen Li, "It's stuck to death, blow on it for me."

Cen Li raised his hand to brush it away, with a serious face, "You are the emperor."

"I know. You're a puppet emperor. I know what's going on." He Yunjing continued to hold his hand in front of Cen Li. "It really hurts. I got stabbed all over."

Cen Li took a deep breath and said, "How can an emperor thread a needle and embroider a purse?"

"Me! Are you surprised?" He Yunjing laughed shamelessly and pushed Cen Li out. "Alright! It's just an embroidered purse, so why scold me like this? After all, I'm the emperor, give me some face and eat first."

Cen Li was a little angry. He stopped, turned around and was about to throw away the sewing basket, determined not to let He Yunjing do anything wrong.

He Yunjing had worked for the whole morning to achieve such a small result, so how could he let Cen Li waste it? He immediately turned around and caught up with him, grabbed Cen Li's waist and turned back again. Cen Li didn't even touch the edge of the sewing basket.