Zheng Qianye saw him hang his head and walk away, cursing Caiqing a thousand times over in his heart.
At the end of December, good news came from the greenhouse: the planted seeds had sprouted, and the roots had grown two leaves, delighting those who had been paying close attention to the flower shed.
Feng Xuxu heard the news back at the residence and felt very happy.
"Wife, what's making you so happy?" Dugu Chen walked into the hall, saw his wife sitting there grinning foolishly to herself, and curiously took a seat as well.
"Husband, the flowers in the greenhouse have germinated. I'm thinking by March they will all be blooming." She put down the robe she was sewing and looked at Dugu Chen with a smile.
He picked up the robe she had just finished, examined it carefully, and noticed that the bamboo on it was actually embroidered on both sides: "From now on, you can just let the servants do these tasks, careful not to strain your eyes."
"I won't, I just embroider occasionally."
