Song Shiyan has seen the big world. When she was a disciple of the Imperial Master in Linyuan, she had far more property than this.
But she didn't think much of those things before, but now, she feels that these things are very precious.
She reached out and gently pulled out the gems, sighing softly.
At this moment, someone knocked on her door.
She opened the door, and it was Yu Niang with several maids from the palace. The maids all held a tray in their hands.
There are various things on the tray, all in red.
Yuniang smiled and said, "Congratulations to Miss Song and Lord Sang for setting a wedding date."
"The princess ordered me to send these wedding cloths to Miss Song for her wedding dress."
Song Shiyan: "..."
As soon as she heard the words "making a wedding dress", her scalp went numb because her female beauty was terrible.
Seeing her expression, Yu Niang pursed her lips and smiled: "The princess also said that if Miss Song is not good at cutting clothes, she would ask me to come over and help."
Song Shiyan coughed lightly and said, "I'm afraid I really need your help in this matter."
After she came to Qinzhou, she had been living in a side room of the palace, and she knew Yu Niang and Yu Hualou.
It's just that she had been in a bad mood before, and she only had nods with them, basically not saying anything, let alone communicating with them.
Yu Niang smiled and raised her eyebrows: "From now on, when I am not on duty, I will come to Miss Song's room to help."
She has a pair of skillful hands and is best at being a female celebrity.
When she was recovering from her injuries, she had nothing to do, so she made a lot of clothes for Little Sweet Pea and Little Watermelon.
After Tang Miaoxin saw those little shirts, she realized that she had found a treasure, because Tang Miaoxin's female beauty was really hard to describe.
There are also embroiderers in the palace, but the embroiderers in Qinzhou are not very meticulous in their needlework.
The clothes made by Yuniang were far better than those of the embroiderers in the palace, so the job of making clothes for children fell on Yuniang.
At first, Yu Niang was worried that she had no merit, and the Sixth Prince was always cold towards her, so she was afraid that she would not be able to stay in Qinzhou.
It was only when Tang Miaoxin praised her female beauty as if she had found a treasure that she felt completely relieved.
She knew that even if the Sixth Prince didn't want her in the future, she would still be able to survive with her own skills.
Song Shiyan hurriedly said: "It's hard work for Lady Jade!"
Yu Niang smiled, raised her eyebrows, and said warmly: "Miss Song, you're welcome. If you need any help from me in the future, just let me know."
After Song Shiyan came to the palace, she heard someone talk about Yu Niang's origin. She did not look down on Yu Niang, but felt that Tang Miaoxin was really a wonderful person.
Logically speaking, given Tang Miaoxin's status, he would not be able to tolerate a brothel girl, but Tang Miaoxin did not have any discriminatory attitude toward Yu Niang.
Not only Yu Niang, Tang Miaoxin was also very kind to the people of Qinzhou.
When she goes out, there are always people saying hello to Tang Miaoxin, and she will respond to them one by one.
She can call many people in Qinzhou by their names and know some trivial things about their families.
Some people would secretly stuff things into her carriage, and she would give other items in return.
Another time, Song Shiyan saw Tang Miaoxin sitting on the side of the road holding a big cake and chatting with a few old farmers in a very inconspicuous manner.
Song Shiyan had never seen a royal family as down-to-earth as Tang Miaoxin. She really didn't have the airs of a princess at all.
She vaguely felt that the people in power in the Qin Palace and Linyuan Palace were completely different.
Among the things Yu Niang sent, in addition to red cloth, there were also needles and threads.
She picked it up and looked at it, only to feel a headache.
She thought for a moment and finally decided to go find Sang Yan with those things.
As Tang Miaoxin's personal guard, Sang Yan lived in the side room on the other side of the palace.
When she went there, Sang Yan and several guards were practicing boxing in the yard.
Sang Yan felt a little numb when he saw her, and he still hasn't fully understood what she meant.
But the guard next to him smiled and said: "Chief, Miss Song is here, what are you doing standing here?"
Several people laughed and pushed him in front of Song Shiyan.
Sang Yan asked uncomfortably: "Is something wrong?"
Song Shiyan was not polite to him. She stuffed all the needlework and red cloth into his hands and said, "You know how to make clothes, right?"
"We are happy to get married, so you can do it."
Sang Yan: "..."
Sang Yan: “!!!!!!”
He looked at her in shock and said, "No, I don't know how to do this!"
"If you don't know how, just learn it!" Song Shiyan said confidently: "We will get married together, I can't do this alone."
Sang Yan: "..."
He looked at her with some disbelief and said, "But shouldn't all these needlework be done by women?"
Song Shiyan rolled up his sleeves and said, "The man usually takes the initiative when it comes to getting married. It's me who takes the initiative between us."
"Now that the wedding date has been set, isn't it normal for you to do some sewing?"
Sang Yan: "..."
It seemed to him that it made sense, but something seemed wrong.
He took a deep breath and said, "That's what I say, but you can't just leave all this to me!"
Song Shiyan smiled: "If I don't give it to you, should I give it to another man?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at the guard next to her: "How about you help me make my wedding dress?"
The guard waved his hands and stepped back: "This won't work!"
Another guard said: "Miss Song, if I help you make wedding clothes, can you marry me?"
All the guards cheered: "That's right, as long as you are willing to marry me, let alone make one wedding dress, I am willing to make ten wedding dresses!"
"Yes, Miss Song, you might as well marry me! I'm definitely gentler than the leader!"
"Although I don't know how to make wedding dresses now, I can learn!"
Song Shiyan smiled and turned to look at them.
Sang Yan picked up a broom from the side and called them over: "I told you not to practice properly, and you are making noise every day, get out!"
The personal guards were originally very afraid of him. When they saw him like this, they hid and said with a smile: "Isn't this the chief's taste?"
Sang Yan scolded: "I'm sorry for you, you big-headed devil. I think you just need to be dealt with, so get out of here!"
Seeing that he was really anxious, the guards dispersed in all directions, laughing and joking.
Song Shiyan looked at Sang Yan and asked him, "If you drive them all away, who will make my wedding dress?"
Sang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I will do it!"
Song Shiyan's eyebrows were filled with a smile: "Don't you know how?"
Sang Yan said angrily: "I can go and learn."
After saying that, he roughly grabbed the tray from her hand, took it and walked into the house.
Song Shiyan looked at his back and felt like laughing, and followed him in with his back on his back.
A single man's room would normally be very messy, but to Song Shiyan's surprise, Sang Yan's room was kept clean and tidy.
Song Shiyan walked around the room and said, "You have tidied up the house pretty well!"
"How about you do all the housework after we get married?"
