The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer
Chapter 1415 - 1499: Wonders Never Cease
CHAPTER 1415: CHAPTER 1499: WONDERS NEVER CEASE
Before entering the Cloth Store, Liang Yixuan touched the jade hairpin on his head, thinking how his wife often cared for him, while he rarely gave her gifts. He suddenly realized how inadequate he was as a husband. Just then, he happened to see a shop selling women’s jewelry not far away, so he smiled and said, "Wife, wait for me here; I’ll be right back."
Patting Dong Huiying’s head, he sent her into the Cloth Store, then turned and walked toward the jewelry shop.
Dong Huiying looked back at him, squinting with a smile.
Soon after, stepping into the Cloth Store, she walked among the rows of displayed shelves and discovered that these fabrics were indeed remarkable. Some materials were so stunning that even she couldn’t help but be amazed, mainly due to the impressive embroidery skills.
Dong Huiying recalled something: although the Five Ancient Aristocratic Families had gone underground, their descendants rarely became officials at court, so how did such large families sustain themselves? Naturally, by going into business.
This Cloth Store belonged to the Lian family, which had been hollowed out by the Grand Elder Yun Zhe of the Medicine Valley.
"How much is this?" Dong Huiying wondered, rubbing a piece of emerald-colored dyed fabric, as this fabric’s color was just right for Yixuan.
A boy servant quickly came up. After glancing at Dong Huiying’s rather peculiar ear-length short hair, he warmly attended to her.
Dong Huiying walked among the shelves, purchasing anything that caught her eye. As she rounded a row of shelves, she suddenly froze!
What a stunningly handsome man!
Yet his appearance was somewhat familiar.
How to put it?
The brows were a bit like Zhi Chen’s, those long narrow phoenix eyes a little like Shujun’s, but the expression in the eyes resembled her cool second husband Shu Yu. The nose was like Haoming’s, the mouth like Yue Ning’s, and the face shape seemed like Yixuan’s.
Dong Huiying was full of admiration.
The world is vast and full of wonders!
The man happened to glance in her direction, and she was taken aback, then smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.
"These will do, nine bolts of fabric, gather them all up." She calculated in her mind: one for herself, six for the six husbands at home, and one each for Yun Ge and Ji Jiuhuang, making exactly nine.
Dong Huiying had never met Qinghe, but back in the Imperial Palace, she once heard Qinghe’s voice while hidden inside a rock garden. The man she encountered earlier was Qinghe, but as he didn’t speak, she couldn’t recognize him.
Now, Dong Huiying had the boy servant process her purchase while Qinghe gazed at her.
It was the woman he had once seen from afar at the Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival.
Today, she wore the same light purple outfit; compared to that day, she hadn’t changed at all. She was fairer and more elegant than that person, without a face full of freckles, yet her features—her eyebrows, eyes, and profile—were similar, though she was somewhat taller.
Qinghe couldn’t help but be in a daze.
Lately, it seemed he often thought of that person, but in fact, it wasn’t just recently. Since coming to realize his feelings, he often remembered those earlier times.
In the past, he had failed to appreciate her; even when he saw her, the unusual feelings accumulating within him were dismissed as the reckoning of her daft, pure-hearted love which moved him. Before she went off to fight, she said that once the battle was won, she would propose marriage, and for a moment, he was moved. He even thought that spending a lifetime with her might not be so bad.
But then, the sudden twist of fate left everything too late. Despite priding himself on his intelligence all these years, deep down, he knew that she might have long perished.