She understood these things in her past life, but for some reason, every time she saw Chu, she felt uneasy, and all sense of reason was forgotten.
Otherwise, to show that she knows her mistake and can correct it, instead of just making shoes, we could simply make another set of summer clothes for Chu Yao.
He's going to provide disaster relief, so he'll definitely be working outdoors a lot. Summer is approaching, and it'll be even hotter in the drought-stricken areas. Chu Yao left in a hurry, so the summer clothes from the Prince of Ying's residence probably won't be ready in time. It would be better if she personally selected some light and breathable fabrics and made new clothes for him.
Once Wushuang had made up her mind, she got up early the next morning and started arranging for the embroidery workshop to send over fabric for men's summer clothes so she could choose from them.
After spending most of the day choosing, she found nothing she liked. Just as she was about to ask Madam Yang for permission to go to the cloth shop herself the next day, she heard some unexpected news.
It turned out that Wushuang's words had come true. Chu Yao was too late in volunteering for disaster relief; the person who beat him to it was none other than the Third Prince, Chu Ye.
This time, the one who was reluctant to part became flawless.
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Scarcity makes things valuable
Ever since the young master of the Prince of Ying's mansion learned to crawl, the adults in the family have never had a moment of peace.
The reason is simple: the young prince is too active and never idles for a moment.
When placed on the bed, he would crawl all over it, never satisfied, and often, if the adults weren't paying attention, he would crawl off the bed on his own.
Unfortunately, the little guy, who was just over six months old, was too small and had short legs to reach the ground by himself. So, every time his wet nurse, Qiqiao, changed his diaper, she would find that his little bottom was covered in bruises.
Royal blood is a precious treasure; if it gets damaged or bumped, the Qiqiao Festival cannot afford to compensate. Terrified, she went to Princess Wushuang to apologize.
After explaining the situation, Wushuang felt very puzzled. Qiqiao had served her since she was a child, so she could trust her character. Moreover, she was always efficient and responsible. So how did her son get injured?
Wushuang paid close attention and finally discovered the secret of the young prince's "getting off the bed". He was quite strong in the arms. He held onto the edge of the bed, but his feet did not touch the ground. So he simply let go and fell directly from the "height", landing on the footstool by the bed. Afterwards, he rubbed his sore bottom and then happily crawled around the room on all fours.
In order to prevent her son from having two extra buttocks compared to others in the future, Wushuang came up with a good idea.
The little guy complained that the bed wasn't big enough, so she gave him a lot of space. She had the thresholds in the room removed, the floor covered with palm mats, and the furniture moved around, replacing any with right angles with rounded ones.
Therefore, of the seven main rooms, only eight drum stools, an eight-immortal table, and the chamber pot and bath tub in the washroom remained.
While tidying up Chu Yao's wardrobe, Wu Shuang discovered a mysterious bundle. It was a light pink bundle embroidered with gold peonies. When she opened it, she found a pair of new shoes inside. The stitching was fine, and the insoles were five layers thick. It was clear that a lot of thought had been put into making them so that the wearer would be comfortable.
Wushuang was very unhappy.
When Chu Yao returned that evening, she pouted and threw the shoes into his arms, saying aggrievedly, "Who made this? They put so much effort into it for you. You...you...do you still want to bring her into the manor and give her a title or something?"
Chu Yao held the shoes, completely bewildered: "You made these?"
"When did I make shoes for you?" Wushuang didn't believe it; if she had made them, how could she not know?
“That was the year I went to manage the Yellow River floods. You made this for me. In your letter, you even said to raise the soles of my shoes so that even if there was puddles or mud on the ground, it wouldn't seep into my shoes and wet my feet.”
"But you also said in your letter that you wore it and that it fit perfectly and was very practical." Wushuang was still skeptical. "If it's been worn, how could it still be new?"
They think she doesn't go out much and doesn't know what flood-stricken areas are like? Even if she hasn't seen it, she can guess that if she walks around a spotless room in her new shoes, the soles of her shoes will get black.
“I really wore it,” Chu Yao said. “After putting it on, I walked around on the couch at the post station a couple of times, and it really fit my feet perfectly. But I just couldn’t bear to wear it to the disaster-stricken area, afraid of getting it dirty.”
As he spoke, he suddenly appeared slightly embarrassed.
Wushuang believed her at this point, and said with a mix of coquettishness and reproach, "Shoes are meant to be worn. If you hide them in a box, how sad they must be."
"Didn't you make me a pair?" Chu Yao put his arm around Wu Shuang's shoulder and pulled her into his arms. "Things are more precious when they are rare. I'm afraid that if I wear these out, I'll never have shoes made by your own hands again, so I'm reluctant to part with them."
"Then I'll make you a pair every year from now on?" Wushuang asked tentatively.
"Only one pair?" Chu Yao tried to bargain.
Wushuang exploded: "Isn't one pair enough? Do you know how thick the needle used to sew shoe soles is, and how painful it is to prick your hand? You have no compassion at all."
"Okay, okay, one pair it is," Chu Yao quickly reassured him. "I'll do whatever you say."
As the two were talking, a servant came in and carried the cleaned wardrobe out.
"Is everything cleaned up?" one of them asked the maid in Wushuang's room.
The maidservant replied, "Of course, the Princess Consort personally inspected it."
"It seems a bit heavy," another servant said.
"Come on, you two," the maid pouted. "It's not that the wardrobe is heavy, it's just that you two are naturally lazy."
Before she could finish speaking, there was a "thud" and something fell out of the wardrobe. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was the young prince.
He fell to the ground, rolled headfirst, and was clearly a little dizzy. He sat there swaying and staring blankly, with a big bump on his forehead.
The little guy didn't cry. He touched the big bag and grinned foolishly, looking around and bumping into people whenever he saw them, clearly wanting to see what hurt him.
This state continued until bedtime without stopping.
Wu Shuang was particularly worried and said to Chu Yao, "What should we do? We only have one son. What if he becomes mentally impaired after the fall?"
Chu Yao said unhurriedly, "It's alright, we can have more children, so we won't be afraid that one or two of them will fall and become stupid. Anyway, there's plenty of money in the Prince's Mansion, we can afford to raise them."
Wushuang was even angrier. Giving birth is not like making shoes. Why is she talking about scarcity and value?
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Chapter 84:
Her husband was about to embark on a long journey, and as his wife, Wuxia naturally had to help pack his belongings. (www.qiushu.cc No pop-up ads)