Silly Goddess: The Evil King's Pampered Concubine

Chapter 42 Destined to lose 7
Back at the Shang mansion, Shang Zhengyu opened the door of his room and saw that Li Yu had fallen asleep lying on the table.

Shang Zhengyu picked up the hanging cloak and put it on Li Yu gently.

Unexpectedly, Li Yu, who had not slept soundly at all, woke up and looked up at Shang Zhengyu's pale face, feeling distressed in his heart.

Shang Zhengyu smiled slightly, sat down next to Li Yu, and asked, "Nurse, why haven't you slept yet?"

Li Yu took out a bracelet from his sleeve and put it in her palm.

Shang Zhengyu looked at the sapphire blue bracelet in his hand, and asked in confusion, "Nurse, what is this?"

"This is what Madam left for you."

Shang Zhengyu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then held the bracelet tightly, as if he could really feel his mother's breath on it.

But Dong Huahua couldn't sleep all night because Shui'er didn't return all night.

Even though she hadn't slept all night, Dong Huahua still left the Shang mansion just after Shang Jiaren left her.

When they came to Zhang Jing's house, Dong Huahua said eagerly, "Master Zhang, can you help me with my makeup?"

Zhang Jing shook his head, "Madam seems to have forgotten something?"

"What's the matter?" Dong Huahua looked puzzled.

Zhang Jing sighed helplessly, "Mrs. is indeed a nobleman who forgets so much. Did you forget that Mrs. promised to embroider the purse yesterday?"

Only then did Dong Huahua suddenly realize that although she was anxious, she still had to abide by other people's rules, "Don't forget, I'll embroider."

Zhang Jingjing nodded, and handed the needle, thread and cloth to Dong Huahua, while he sat beside him and drank tea leisurely.

About two hours later, Dong Huahua finally embroidered a mandarin duck purse. She wiped the sweat from her brow, handed the purse to Zhang Jing and said, "Is it okay now?"

Zhang Jing took the purse and nodded, "Thanks for your hard work, Madam, I will dress up Madam here, please follow me."

Dong Huahua nodded and followed Zhang Jing to the inner room.

An hour later.

"Madam, are you satisfied?" Zhang Jing put down the things in his hands and asked.

It was said that Dong Huahua carefully looked at herself in the mirror, and with just one glance, Dong Huahua was completely fascinated by herself in the mirror.

It's simply too beautiful, so beautiful that it's impossible to tell. This is basically the same as myself ten years ago.

Dong Huahua couldn't find words to describe the joy in her heart at this time, she stood up after being intoxicated for a while, and looked at Zhang Jing with a trace of respect in her eyes.

"Master Zhang is indeed a good crafter, a little thought is not a respect, and I hope Master Zhang will continue to help tomorrow."

Zhang Jing looked at the ingot of silver on the table, and said casually, "It's easy to talk about."

"I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first." Dong Huahua said and walked out.

As soon as she returned to the Shangfu, she was greeted with countless surprised looks. Dong Huahua was in a particularly good mood, and forgot that Shui'er hadn't come back yet.

It's just that the smile on her face disappeared when she saw her son's unhappy face.

"Son, what's the matter? Who made my son unhappy?"

"It's nothing, I'm going back to my room first." Saying that, Shang Chengyun strode away.

Looking at her increasingly haggard son, Dong Huahua felt distressed. Although Shang Chengyun didn't say it clearly, Dong Huahua knew in her heart that there would be no other person besides Ruoshui who could affect her son's mood.

She can see how much her son has changed for Ruoshui. Since he had Ruoshui, although Shang Chengyun still idles around all day long, he has never stepped into those romantic places again.

Her son has paid so much for her, but she is not moved by it at all, and dreams of turning a crow into a phoenix all day long.

If it weren't for a vixen who needs her to deal with now, she would have left Ruoshui long ago.

(End of this chapter)