The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

A woman in gorgeous clothes sits on a wooden chair, her slender nails scratching on the precious silk cloth

"Did you see clearly? The prince got off a woman's carriage."

The one with the maid's hair combed spoke,

"I saw it with all my heart. The wind blew open the curtain, and I peeked out. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looked like a fairy."

Dai Xiuhua snorted and laughed, "Even the mundane things are not worthy of his eyes."

"Can you see whose girl it is?"

The maid shook her head and said, "I have never seen it."

"Since we have never seen him before, I guess his identity cannot be too high. Let someone check it out. It is rare for the prince to like him, so hurry up and bring him in."

The maid wanted to say something, but when she saw the woman had stood up, she gave up and said yes in a low voice.

Furong Embroidery Workshop

Chu Yizhao was flipping through the account book while Xia Ning sat quietly opposite him.

Ever since the painting of sunset over the colorful river was hung up, the embroidery workshop's business has been visibly good. In just a few days, the net profit has reached a thousand taels.

Making money is good, but making too much money is bad.

Although the shop was gifted by the Queen Mother, the name of Chu Yizhao was written on the foundation certificate. There was no King of Hell, but there was a little devil.

A prosperous shop without anyone to support it is like gold on the ground, everyone wants to hold it in their hands.

Chu Yizhao said to Xia Ning, "Don't take any more jobs starting tomorrow. Finish this batch and take some time to recover."

Xia Ning was stunned, and lowered her head following Chu Yizhao's gaze. Her fair fingertips were red and swollen from days of embroidery, and there were several bloody holes on her fingertips.

She quickly hid her hands and said, "Miss, I'm fine. I like embroidery. These are nothing."

"No matter how much I like you, you have to cherish me. I won't starve to death for now, so you don't have to fight so hard." Chu Yizhao said

There is no end to making money. In the previous life, Xia Ning was famous for her embroidery in Beijing.

Then he died...

A big tree attracts the wind; greed easily breaks it.

Xia Ning felt sad. When her mother was still alive, she taught her embroidery skills so that she could support herself in the future.

At that time, my mother was not in good health, so she wanted to teach me more and more, working day and night. Even though my little fingers were covered in blood and swollen like radishes, she still wanted to embroider them.

Now I have just embroidered a few more pieces, and they are much better than they were then.

"I'm here, eating well and sleeping well."

This is something I never dared to think about before.

"I only know how to embroider, this is the only way I can repay you, young lady."

Xia Ning smiled, but her eyes were red.

Flowers in the mud always feel a little uneasy and cautious once they are held in someone's hand.

Chu Yizhao understood her thoughts.

He closed the account book and said seriously,

"Although there are embroiderers in the embroidery workshop, the customers come for the Southern Embroidery. They only recognize you."

"It's not a long-term solution for you to handle it alone. Besides, the most important thing right now is Miss Zuo's dress. You can't be careless."

"No, Miss, I..." Xia Ning wanted to get up in a panic. The Zuo Xiang family was the top priority, and she had been making good preparations.

Chu Yizhao raised his hand to stop her and motioned for her to sit down. After Xia Ning sat down again, he spoke.

“Don’t be nervous”

“I just thought of something”

Chu Yizhao has her own considerations. She doesn't understand business, but she knows that treasures are hard to come by.

When the embroidery workshop opened, there was not much demand for embroidery products and customers' requirements were not high, so Xia Ning could handle it all by herself.

Now that our reputation has spread and orders have surged, it’s not just because we’re too busy to handle them, but also because of the contradiction between aesthetics, price and energy.

Chen Yingyue loves beauty, but she does not understand the value of southern embroidery, and she is very stingy when it comes to the price. Zuo Suiyan knows the value of goods and can afford it, but she is of noble status and has extremely high requirements, so she has to carefully consider every piece of embroidery.

With the addition of Chen Yingyue, Zuo Suiyan was inevitably neglected.

There are so many embroidery shops on Shanglin Street, with all kinds of styles. Zuo Suiyan won't visit them every day as she has to consider Chen Yingyue.

In her previous life, Xia Ning's works were heard by the emperor and attracted countless people. In this life, Chu Yizhao got this treasure, and he couldn't let her live in this small embroidery workshop.

"I know you are good at embroidery, but there are many embroiderers as good as you in Shanglin Street."

Chu Yizhao walked to the door and pointed at the painting of the colorful river and sunset.

"Can you embroider another sunset picture now?"

Xia Ning was stunned. She used forty colored threads to draw the river water in this picture and tried more than thirty times before she found the most suitable seven.

These days she was fully booked with embroidery work, and also three dresses for Miss Zuo, so how could she have the time...

and…

Thinking of something, Xia Ning's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Chu Yizhao took back his hand, his eyes indifferent

"Simple embroidery takes up your time. Do you still have time to practice those complicated techniques?"

"I..." Xia Ning wanted to deny it, but he couldn't say it.

"It only takes practice to sell oil, but embroidery still needs more polishing and spirit."

After embroidering simple patterns for a long time and becoming adept at it, it is inevitable that one will become lazy.

Those noble ladies have seen everything, rare fabrics, and rare ingenious ideas.

"Yes, Xia Ning thanks Miss for your teachings." Xia Ning lowered his head, at a loss for a moment.

"Miss, those people asked for Nanxiu as soon as they entered the store. If I hadn't done it..."

"It's okay, it's better to slow down the process."

Chu Yizhao thought for a moment and said, "Xia Ning, do you want to recruit some students?"

"Ah?" Xia Ning looked up in surprise, with a look of joy on his face.

"May I? Miss!"

My mother was born into a family of Nanning embroidery and was highly talented. She created her own set of needlework techniques. She embroidered mountains and water in a way that was both graceful and delicate, yet majestic and grand.

Although she received the true teachings, she sold herself into slavery, thinking that she would spend her whole life making cars for others...

I didn't expect there would be a chance to inherit...

Chu Yizhao's expression was serious. "Of course, I can, but I don't do business at a loss. Go to the brokerage shop and pick a few dead slaves. Their indentures will still belong to me."

Xia Ning bowed and said with a smile,

“As it should be”

...

People with superb skills are a bit arrogant and generally are not willing to teach their unique skills to others.

If she knew Xia Ning would agree so easily, she wouldn't have wasted so much time talking...

Chu Yizhao put away his serious expression and walked to the window to blow air on his face.

Behind Furong Embroidery Studio is Yuting Lake. In deep winter, the lake is frozen over, like a huge piece of white marble, and people often hold banquets on it to enjoy the snow.

Chu Yizhao looked down from a high place, and the two figures under the willow branches caught his attention.

She would recognize him even if he turned into ashes.

The mottled shadows of the trees fell on the beauty's face. Chu Yizhao's eyes trembled. Where is the sausage on Chu Yingxue's face!

The woman under the willow tree had a body more slender than the willow branch. The man held her waist with his big hands, his eyes deep.

Her face was shy, smooth and clean, even the faint scars were gone...

Chu Yizhao clenched her palms, a huge hatred engulfing her, and she bit her lips hard to prevent any sound from coming out.

impossible,

There is no antidote to the poison of Linglin Grass...

How can it recover?

Who solved...

Chu Yizhao's frown froze, and a suffocating panic rose in his heart. If the poison of the Zero Lotus Grass was resolved...

The master tried many times to come up with the secret recipe.

Anyone who can detoxify must be better than the master.

What about Zhao Shuzhen and Chu Mingxu...

She tampered with the tonic soup for these two people.

In order to avoid suspicion, she even took the opportunity to go to the manor...

If discovered...

Chu Yizhao was panting, holding onto the window frame, his dark eyes fixed on the two people hugging each other under the willow branches.